As soon as Ryoko opened the door she was bombarded by the excess skin of her own mother, she had to back away quickly or the avalanche of flab would have buried her. The mount of Washu began to shift and Washu’s normal none fattened face popped out in front of Ryoko.
“Couldn’t you wait till we got home before you stuffed yourself?” Ryoko asked her mother who tried to act innocent but failed miserably.
“Couldn’t help it, you know I love meeting and eating new people. Could you do me a favor and look after our friend, she’s looking a little green.” From behind Washu something began to sift through her layers of flesh and burst out in a sweaty green mess. Ryoko blinked at the creature. It had green greasy skin and looked like a deformed frog but it was the pink hair that told Ryoko the identity of the creature. Ryoko keep a strait face, for about five seconds. Then the populace of Japoness was awoken by the hysterical laughter of Ryoko. Clutching her sides, Ryoko dropped to her knees in front of Haruko and laughed.
“Ha ha what happened ha ha please don’t tell me ha ha that you called Washu ha ha silly.” Ryoko got out between laughter. Haruko just nodded angrily, if she had opposable thumbs she’d show this bitch the meaning of pain.
“Let me give ya a tip kid.” Ryoko said as she slung her arm around Haruko. “Washu may be a ridicules little freak but you have to humor her, she’s getting senile in her old age.”
“Really Ryoko tell us more.” Came the mountain of flab that was the foundation of Washu. Ryoko gulped, she’d forgotten Washu was there in her amusement over Haruko. Before she could try to come up with a plausible excuse, a tri-colored beam of light shot out from a strange device clutched in the flabby hands of Washu. In a blinding light Haruko saw Ryoko disappear leaving her clothes behind, but when she looked closer she saw something shifting around in the clothes. Out of the clothes a miniature Ryoko came flying out, much irate at her mother.
“Why the hell you do that.” The squeaky voice of Ryoko demanded.
“That’s for calling your dear young mother old.” Washu said with fake tears in her eyes.
Unknown to everybody was the fact that unlike when Washu turned Haruko into a water sprite, everything in Ryoko was shrunken with her including Naota. This action would have dire consequences later when Mamimi and Haruko learn their favorite snack is now hand sized and completely at their mercy. But until then pray for Naota.
Ryoko turned around and came miniature face to slimy face with a jubilant Haruko. To the water sprite Ryoko looked like a big juicy fly.
“Truce?” Ryoko whimpered just as Haruko’s frog like tongue shoots out at her.
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