CONCESSION STAND
-- I finally got a yakisoba bun! -- Let's go back and eat.
-- My buns're gone! -- So are mine!
Aw! I paid for those!
The way he moves--! He's good!
What's the idea, you--?!
So you dodged my move?
-- My yakisoba bun! -- Gone!
Give 'em back! They're cryin'!
Whatever do you mean?
What're ya tryin' to pull?!
Here it is. We can get free food here.
"From Picolet Chardin." He's French?
Even I was invited to the school.
Tres bien!
-- Here you are. -- Are you Picolet?
A toast to my future bride!
You three are very beautiful. I am exceedingly happy.
The sandwich disappeared!
Impossible!
You interfered with the toast.
You've got seaweed on yer face.
I get it! It looks like it's disappearing--
But he's eatin' it at lightning speed!
Have another!
-- I challenge you! -- That's the way.
Martial Arts Dining Fight, French style.
Martial Arts Dining?!
From hors d'oeuvres to dessert. The one who finishes first wins.
In other words, it's a speed-eating contest.
The loser will have to pay for the food.
Too bad. I ain't never lost a single martial arts fight.
Start!
I can't see it!
-- Is he really eating?! -- Yeah, look!
-- His plates are empty! -- And shiny clean!
What speed!
He's on dessert already!
Well, Ranma's got fast hands, too!
His hands are fast, but--
Finished!
You lose.
The basic fundamental of Martial Arts Dining...
is my exceedingly large mouth.
Now, then--
My future brides, I shall await your visit.
-- Huh? -- "Visit?"
Please ask your father to explain.
Adieu, my dear mademoiselles!
Blast him...!
Who was that boy, anyway?
Ranma!
The food bill is ¥100,000!
French food is expensive, after all.
What?!
Picolet Chardin of Martial Arts Dining?!
Dad?! You know him, don't you?!
No!
Dad!!
He said we were his "future brides."
"They scare me."
Will you explain?
Yes.
It was twenty some-odd years ago.
We were in training and starving.
We made our way to Picolet Chardin's restaurant--
I mean, training hall.
What?! If we win, the food is free?!
You lost, didn't you?
We'll give you anything else! Just forgive our bill for the meal!
A samurai never goes back on his word, right?
So you promised to give him one of your daughters as a bride?
Dad!!
I never thought I'd actually have daughters!
So what do we do?
The Chardin bride must go to be trained in Martial Arts Dining.
I don't know what to do.
Don't forget there's one other daughter here.
I'll go for that training.
Ranma!
Ranma?!
Excuse me!!
What a mansion!
I'm sorry, Ranma. I made you take the place of my daughters.
Forget it.
Just watch. I'll master Martial Arts Dining in three days.
And blow Picolet away!
Bon Jour! I've been expecting you!
Oh? Who are you?
How do you do, Monsieur Picolet? I'm bridal candidate, Ranma Tendo!
Pleased to meet you.
Tres bien! Welcome, sweet mademoiselle!
How innocent, to be frightened by a baiser.
That was a kiss?
Please try one.
They look delicious! Thank you!
Danger?!
Who're you?!
How vulgar! How dare you show an open mouth to anyone!
This is Madame Sanpor, the bride's instructor.
Are you going to teach me Martial Arts Dining?
Try it once more.
Vulgar! Vulgar, vulgar, vulgar!
Ranma--!
You were scolded right away, weren't you?
Am I so vulgar? Why? How?
Once you learn the knack, anyone can do it. See?
-- It's gone! -- How? He didn't use his hand!
I'll do it once more, slowly.
I'll watch and learn the secret of Martial Arts Dining!
Un, deux, trois!
Monsieur Picolet! Such elegance!
Scary.
Monster.
Fearsome Martial Arts Dining!
Ranma, are you really going to stay in this mansion of ghouls?
Naturally! I can't back down when I'm losin'!
You're too stubborn for your own good.
Here.
What is it?
A lucky charm. Open it when you're in trouble. I'm sure it'll help.
She's kinda cute, after all.
Akane, there's nothing to fear.
Ranma will surely master the secrets of Martial Arts Dining...
and come back home.
I don't want him mastering a weirdo art like that!
It hurts!!
No, no, no, no! What vulgar screeching!
-- What the heck is this?! -- A steel corset.
You cannot remove it until you have become a lady of refinement.
My, that must be Picolet's new fiancée.
What a darling girl!
Mademoiselle Ranma, this is a stand-up dinner to welcome you.
Why, I'm thrilled, Monsieur Picolet. I was just getting hungry.
Down the hatch!
Okay--!
Are these guys monsters?!
I get it. This is a free practice in Martial Arts Dining.
With untrained tongue and mouth, I'm way outmatched!
My only chance is--
My hands. The quickness of my hands!
Okay! Here goes!!
Got it!
Never let others see you eating!
Lucky Ranma! He's probably stuffing himself with French food right now.
I hope he doesn't get indigestion.
After all, he's training in speed eating.
He might be suffering from overeating.
I'm starvin'...!
If you wish to eat, you must master Martial Arts Dining.
Crud. I didn't get to eat anythin'.
A lucky charm. Open it if you're in trouble.
Candy?
Big deal. This isn't gonna help any.
Ranma must've taken it by now.
That powerful digestive.
I'm gettin' even hungrier!
Un, deux, trois.
Un, deux, trois. Watch your posture.
Un, deux, trois. With more elegance.
What's wrong? Hurry and eat.
Un, deux, trois.
Poor Mademoiselle. She hasn't eaten in one week.
Rats! It don't reach...!
Ah, if I could but suffer in your place.
Hey! Don't eat by yourself!!
What're you doing to your future husband?!
Just for that, no dinner for you!
Poor miss.
A li'l hunger's not gonna beat me.
Food...
Ranma?
Akane! It's you?!
You're so thin, Ranma. Why not give it up and come home?
Why're ya dressed up like a maid?
Dad sent me here to check up on you.
He feels responsible for you.
Here. I was finally able to sneak one away.
Thanks, Akane!
Down the hatch!
What's wrong, Ranma?! Eat it before somebody comes!
Thanks, Akane. I really appreciate the gesture.
Ranma--!
If I eat this in the middle of my training...
I'll lose to the rigors of Martial Arts Dining.
Ranma...!
Food...! Food, food...!
Refrigerator, refrigerator.
Food--!
An after-dinner bath hits the spot!
What's the idea, Pop?!
Ranma-- I want to watch over you until you master Martial Arts Dining.
Can't you understand how I feel?
What you really want is the French food, right?
True, if you married Picolet, I could eat like a king for life!
Do you think I have such a despicable motive?!
You do, don'tcha?
Who wants ta be a bride?!
If that's your plan, I'll show Picolet my true self!!
Can't breathe--!
What's this?!
A steel corset!
Quick, water--!
Are you all right, Ranma?
Rats. As long as I have this corset on...
I can't be a guy again!!
Should we be looking at Grandfather Happosai's martial arts secrets?
Don't worry! He stole them all, anyway.
He has so many of them!
Here! The Who's Who of French-style Martial Arts Dining.
Martial Arts Dining has a 400-year-old history!
Each expression is formidable indeed.
They're practically monsters.
Are an enormous mouth and a super-long tongue necessary to win, after all?
Wait! Look at him!
He has a normal mouth.
There's a way to win, even with a tiny mouth!
Dinner time is over.
Wait! I'm still eatin'! Gimme a few seconds more--!
You're too late.
This is weird.
I got such great fighting sense.
How come I can't crack this Martial Arts Dining?
"It's 'cause your mouth's too small!"
No!!
There's gotta be a more basic key to Martial Arts Dining. Martial Arts...?
That's it! I only focused on eatin' what was in front of me.
I forgot the most basic fundamental of martial arts...
the attack!!
I'm glad you realize that, Ranma!
What's that weird get-up, Mr. Tendo?!
As you can see, I'm disguised as a family maid.
Never mind that. Look at this.
-- Who's Who of Martial Arts Dining? -- Yes. Look where I marked it.
In the 400-year history of Martial Arts Dining...
there was a small radical faction called Petit Bouche or "Small Mouth."
To overcome the disadvantage of having a small mouth...
they came up with a highly effective, deadly, secret technique.
The Gourmet de Foie Gras!
Gourmet de Foie Gras?! What kinda technique is that?
Right. The pages that reveal the technique are missing.
-- Rats! -- I'm sorry.
Say, Monsieur Picolet...
I'd like to ask a question.
What is it, Mademoiselle Ranma?
Do you know the Gourmet de Foie Gras?
Hey...
It sure unhinged the guy. Is the Gourmet de Foie Gras so dangerous?
-- I've never heard of it. -- Don't lie about it!
You're such a meany, hiding things from me, Monsieur Picolet.
Forgive me, Mademoiselle Ranma. Regarding this one thing...
my lips are sealed!
I'm going back home!
Mademoiselle! Wait! Mademoiselle!
Rather than lose you, I shall show you the Gourmet de Foie Gras!
Behold! This is...
Foie Gras!
In French cuisine, it is the most sublime of delicacies.
Pate made from the liver of a fattened goose.
And the "Gourmet" in Gourmet de Foie Gras is...
-- a gourmand like myself. -- And? And?!
That is all.
What has foie gras got to do with the secret technique?
Picolet's hidin' something.
I'll get to the bottom of this technique!
The rich flavor spreads throughout the mouth as a gentle embrace.
And gently tantalizing the nose, a wondrous aroma.
"Sure is tasty...etc., etc."
Rich taste, wondrous aroma, creamy consistency...!
What kinda technique is it?
W-What?!
Mademoiselle Ranma asked about the Gourmet de Foie Gras?!
Pull yourself together, Madame Sanpor!
This accursed technique wrecks the very basis of Martial Arts Dining!
The Gourmet de Foie Gras! How did that girl learn about it?!
Monsieur Picolet! There is no time to waste!
True. Before the girl can learn the technique--
We must prepare for the wedding.
Gimme that, Saotome!
Will you stop that, Dad?!
I'm not eating it because I want to! I'm doing it for Ranma!
Good grief! I can't think with all this racket!!
He ate it!!
You fat panda!!
Foie Gras is made from the liver of a fattened goose.
-- I get it!! -- Ranma?
I see it! A glimpse of the secret! But this is too cruel.