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While Akane continued her voyage of personal discovery, Ranma sat in the Nekohanten and explained his plan to Shampoo. Sipping at a cup of tea, Ranma concluded his description of the plan to counter-strike Akane’s kidnapper. Shampoo sat across from him and listened intently, nodding silently at intervals. Standing in the background was Mousse, who swept the floor while trying not to look too conspicuous as he listened in. Once Ranma was finished and had leaned back in his chair, Shampoo picked up the photo of Akane and scanned it with her eyes for the third time. Throwing it onto the table with a snort, Shampoo said in her familiar broken Japanese, "Humph, Shampoo hope Violent Pervert Girl get stuck with kidnapper for good. They deserve each other."

Ranma growled mentally. Shampoo could be such a pain sometimes, especially where Akane was involved. Sighing inwardly, Ranma prepared to do something he had hoped he would never have to do. A tactic all true warriors and manly men feared to utilize, except maybe Genma, who was barely a man in Ranma’s opinion. Ranma closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and begged. Giving Shampoo the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, Ranma clasped his hands in front of him and said in a wheedling tone, "Oh Shampoo, if you would do this for me, it would make me so happy. Will you please, please help me?"

Behind him, Ranma heard Mousse drop his broom with a clatter as he dashed from the room to avoid bursting into laughter on the spot. But Ranma paid him no mind, keeping his eyes fixed on Shampoo. And he was pleased to see that his personally disgusting performance had hit pay dirt with the amythest-haired amazon. With an alarming speed, her eyes began shining with adoration in the way that always made Ranma brace himself. Squealing with pleasure, she cried, "Woda airen!" Like the man-eating ancestors of her cursed cat form, she leaped across the table and wrapped her arms around Ranma, smothering him in an embrace smelling of some flowery perfume that left him feeling distinctly nervous. "Aiya, Shampoo do anything, anything to make Ranma happy!"

As he gently disengaged himself from her embrace, Ranma laughed nervously at her stressing of the second "anything". He stood and backed away from her before she could make an attempt to further illustrate her eagerness to please her would-be groom. More than a little embarrassed, Ranma said, "So, uh, meet me outside the school gate at 11:30 tonight, okay Shampoo?" The Chinese beauty nodded eagerly, standing and saying, "Shampoo go finish chores and get ready!"

As the eager girl dashed off, Ranma picked up Shampoo’s chair, which had been knocked over in her show of affection, sighing quietly as he did. For the millionth time, Ranma wished Akane could be half as affectionate as Shampoo was on a daily basis. He was still deep in thought as to how his wayward fiancée could improve when a low chuckle sounded behind him. Ranma turned to see Mouse standing behind him, leaning against the wall with his glasses on his forehead. Speaking to the Lucky Dwarf statue sitting on the low table by the door, Mousse said, "That was a pretty sad show Saotome."

Ranma rolled his eyes and threw the glass of water Shampoo had given him with his tea onto the almost-blind Chinese warrior, turning him into his diminutive alter ego of Mu-Mu Chan the duck. While the duck quacked angrily at him, Ranma smirked down at it and said, " I trust we can keep this evening between the two of us, ne Mousse-kun?" Ignoring the waterfowl&#