Tasuki: "The Blue Psychedelic Ghetto Bus of Doom" . . . ?
K-Chan: No, no! You're forgetting the dramatic echo!
Tasuki: *sweatdrop* Riiiiight . . . *backs up a step* My mistake. *takes off* 'Bye now!
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Inuyasha: (Aside to Chichiri, who is keeping an eye {sorry, bad joke} on the proceedings) So, whose hare-brained idea was this?
Chichiri: I think it was M-Chan's, no da.
IY: *eye roll* Why am I not surprised . . .
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Tasuki: *to Chan, as he picks up Kibby by the scruff of the neck* What the hell is THIS?
Jesse: *who has had a little too much punch* It's a new kind of Pokémon!
Chan: *makes an Oh-my-God,-you're-SO-incompetent face* NO, Jesse, not a Pokémon. (She takes Kibby back from Tasuki; places Kibby on her shoulder.) This is a Kibby.
Tasuki: *without a clue* A what?
Chan: *patiently*A Kibby.
Tasuki: *still not getting it* A what?
Chan: *a little less patiently* A Kibby.
Tasuki: [Incredibly slow on the pickup, isn't he?] A what?
Chan: *about ready to strangle him* A KIBBY, YOU NIMROD! A KIBBY!
Tasuki: *FINALLY getting it* Oh, a Kibby! *beat* What's a Kibby?
Chan: *pratfall*
Tasuki: *still without the foggiest idea* What? What’d I say?
Chan: *to Nuriko; in passing* Is murder always a crime?
Nuriko: *glances at Tasuki* Unfortunately.
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Miroku: *runs up to MJ, waving* Hey, M-Chan!
MJ: *turns; gets hugged* Nihao, Houshi-sama! Glad you could make it!
Miroku: Me too. The bus certainly looks . . . um . . . interesting . . . (Off her "ahem" look) Oh, sorry. "The Blue Psychedelic Ghetto Bus of DOOM Doom doom."
Chichiri: *arriving on the scene* Congratulations! You're the first person outside the repair crew to say it correctly, no da! (Neko, who is never far behind, joins the group.)
Neko: Pardon me, M-Chan, but did you get the birthday card we sent you? I meant to ask you sooner, but it must have slipped my mind.
MJ: *aside to Miroku* I wonder why . . . (Points to Chichiri with her eyes.)
Miroku: *cough/chuckles into his sleeve* Indeed.
Neko: Nani?
MJ: Nothing, nothing. *changes the subject* Yes, as a matter of fact, I did get the card. It was so cool! But, how on earth did you get Sesshoumaru to sing? And at end . . . was that a smile? How'd you pull that off? Who did you have to torture? Was he drunk? (Gets a suspicious look on her face; places hands on hips.) Neko . . . did you give Fluffy a Chemical Pop?
Sesshoumaru: *in passing* Yes, they did. And nothing can make me tell you the rest of that story! (He glares at Neko, who, of course, glares right back.)
Neko: *tapping the side of her nose with her index finger; winks* Just remember, Fluffy-chan . . . (Lowers her voice to a conspiratorial stage whisper) . . . the LEMURS are watching! *slinks backwards, still tapping* (Sesshoumaru a.k.a. Fluffy can't think of any response to this, short of violence and very messy homicide, [he's having a bad day] so he stalks off.)
Miroku: Well, that was . . . uh . . . yeah. (His demeanor suddenly does a complete 180; he turns to MJ.) Oh, and before I forget, MJ, now that you're eighteen . . . . . . can I ask you something? [Can you guess what's coming?]
Chichiri: *eye roll* Oh boy, here he goes, no da.
Miroku: *pointedly ignoring him* M-Chan, will you bear my child? (Several people around them stop talking and stare.)
MJ: *has invented a brand-new shocked expression*
Neko: *looks betrayed and embarrassed*
Chichiri: *shakes his head*
MJ: *sputters* Excuse me?! (She turns to Chichiri in shock; he just shrugs) Chichiri, can I please borrow your shakujo for just a second? I'll give it right back, I promise.
Chichiri: *grins* {He knows what she has in mind.} Sure, just don't bend it too much, no da. *hands her the shakujo*
MJ: *nodds, turns back to Miroku* (The poor monk has no idea what’s about to happen.)
Miroku: *expectant and hopeful* Well?
MJ: NO! (She leaps into the air and cracks him over the head with the shakujo. As he collapses, she lands on her feet and gives the shakujo back to Chichiri with a little appreciative bow.) Arigatto, Chich-kun.
Chichiri: *amused* Anytime, no da.
Miroku: *from the ground* Owwwww . . . could someone give me a hand? I seem to have fallen and I can't get up. (This prompts laughter from the spectators.)
Tasuki: *enters, following Chan, who is visibly POed* No, really! What's a Kibby? (He nearly trips over Miroku; he stops, and helps the luckless houshi to his feet.) Man, what happened to you?
Miroku: *dizzily* M-Chan . . .
Tasuki: *confused yet again* Say what?!
Chichiri: Let me put it to you this way, Tasuki. Never ask M-Chan to bear your children, no da. That was Miroku's first mistake.
Neko: *picking up his train of thought* And his second mistake was not running when he had the chance.
Tasuki: *dubiously* Really. (He glances at MJ, who is smiling oh-so-innocently.)
MJ: *nauseating cuteness* Who? (Points to herself ) *wide-eyed innocence* Me? Who could be scared of a face like this? *bats eyelashes*
Miroku: *hides behind Tasuki* Me . . . .
Tasuki: *scoffs* Wuss! That's not scary! Taiits-kun, now there's a face to be afraid of! *glance* Or Chichiri in the morning before coffee with his mask off . . .
Chichiri: *vein pop* What was that, no da? (His hand is white-knuckled around the shakujo.)
Chan: *aside to IY* Why do I get the feeling that Miroku's not the only one who's going to get hit by a shakujo today?
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