Now here's the happy couple's first act of teamwork!
Next, they'll swear their love with a kiss!
A dream? Thank god.
It's dark. What time is it? Is it still night?
Bon Jour.
Ya jerk!!
Forgive my rudeness. I wished to show you my present as soon as possible.
Your bridal training is finally nearing an end.
There's only one week until the wedding, after all.
One week?!
By the time of the wedding...
you must learn to swallow this, at least, in one gulp.
Poor Mademoiselle Ranma. This is all for the sake of our love.
Jus' one more week--!
Can you really swallow it whole?
How can I do somethin' like that?
Isn't Martial Arts Dining just a speed-eating contest?
How would you plan an attack...?
Fight over the same food.
Or steal the food from your opponent.
Or interfere with the opponent's eating.
It's those three ways.
But it won't work unless you can eat fast.
Right. But the Gourmet de Foie Gras can succeed even with a small mouth.
I'll never lose!
So you stay outside and make sure nobody comes in.
Is that all?
Just keep everybody out.
Don't you peek in here, either.
Jerk! Why would he train for Gourmet de Foie Gras in the bathroom?
What does this hot and cold water have to do with the training?
Who knows?
Begin!
Here goes!
With speed and accuracy, I'll strike only the water!
Ranma--!
No, Akane! You mustn't come in!
Dad, what's Ranma doing, anyway?
Trust in Ranma.
There's nothing you can do for him right now.
Just watch over him. All right?
Ranma...!
I guess it would be embarrassing if people saw you, right, Ranma?
Blast you--!
Dinner is over.
Leftovers again?!
I'm sorry. I get choked up thinking about the wedding and can't eat.
There're only three days until the wedding! This will never do!
Of course not.
It's time for my bath now. Excuse me.
Well?! Shall we stop?!
Keep goin'! At this rate, I'll never defeat Picolet!
I don't know how, but I've gained weight! Could it be...
Mademoiselle Ranma's doing?
One more time!
What?
I said Mademoiselle Ranma has been practicing...
the Gourmet de Foie Gras technique.
Reason number one, her strange behavior.
Number two, her sudden loss of weight.
Number three, I've gained weight.
It seems she's been using me for practice.
However, the Gourmet de Foie Gras is an extremely dangerous skill.
It's not easily mastered.
Moreover, the experts of the technique...
have all met with unnatural deaths.
Met with unnatural deaths. Unnatural deaths.
No...! No!
That's what she said.
So please stop learning that dangerous technique.
Do you want me to marry into the Chardin family?
Unless I can get out of this steel corset...
I can't be a guy again!
The only life I'll have is as the bride of the Chardin family.
There's only one way I can avoid that.
To fight and defeat Picolet!
Will he be all right?
He's become so weak.
Even if he fights, he'll never win!
Here goes!
We couldn't even see his fork move.
And he's accurately struck only the buckets.
You're going to show us the Gourmet de Foie Gras?!
Right. I'll make this watermelon disappear in an instant.
This is my own invention.
Gourmet de Foie Gras, Saotome Style!!
An evil omen!
How's that?
Dad, did you see that?
Mr. Saotome?
That just shows I've perfected my Gourmet de Foie Gras.
At last I've mastered it--
Ranma!! Ranma?!
Are you all right, Ranma?!
I told you! You'll die an unnatural death!
Wait--!
Where're you going in your condition?!
You should know! I'm gonna challenge Picolet to a fight!
You can't! You need more time to rest!
There's only two days until the wedding. If I don't end it quick...
I'm gonna hafta marry Picolet!
Dad...!
The world of martial arts is harsh, Akane.
Ranma...!
What's that watermelon doing up there?
Could the Gourmet de Foie Gras be...?!
Monsieur Picolet--
I shall teach you for the first time...
the counter moves against the Gourmet de Foie Gras!
I wanted to ask a favor of you.
A favor of me?
I feel quite apprehensive.
You are handsome and kind, Monsieur Picolet.
But are you truly a man I can respect?!
What do you mean?
Before our marriage, I wish to know your true strength.
If you should lose...
I wish to cancel the engagement!
And you will remove this corset.
This is perfect!
The day before the wedding, it is the custom of the Chardin family...
to hold a graduation dinner when the bride completes her training.
It's more than I could wish for!
Mademoiselle Ranma, we'll see how you've improved.
Watch. I'll embarrass you in front of everybody...
with my Gourmet de Foie Gras.
Thank you for waiting, everyone.
We now present a single-round match of Martial Arts Full Course Dinner.
In the red corner the head of the French School of Martial Arts Dining...
Picolet Chardin!
And in the blue corner, the bridal candidate...
Ranma Saotome!
Hello, everyone!
Do you think Ranma can win?
Even if he loses, I'll get all the French food I want for life.
These are the rules:
To win, one must clean his plate first.
However, he must not be seen eating!
If he is...
he will be charged a penalty for vulgar eating:
An extra plate of food!
Challengers, take your places!
Now Mademoiselle Ranma will be mine.
I just gotta win or I'll never be a guy again.
And I'll hafta live in this mansion as the Chardin bride all my life.
Forget it!
I'm gonna win and be a guy again!
Get set--!
Look! Ranma's faster!
Yes, as unsuspecting Picolet eats...
Ranma's stuffing his own food into Picolet's mouth.
This is how Gourmet de Foie Gras gets around the rule...
that forbids showing anyone that you're eating.
A formidable technique.
See it?! It's Gourmet de Foie Gras, Saotome Style!
So she has mastered it, after all.
But the 400-year-old Chardin tradition isn't to be trifled with.
I've defeated your Gourmet de Fois Gras!
This is the Chardin secret technique. Gourmet de Foie Gras Counterattack.
What? How--?
Plate!
Vul-gar!
A hastily-acquired skill can never win!
There is nothing you can do!
That's a cute trick, Picolet. But how about this?!
I didn't expect this kind of move!
It's soup! The Gourmet de Foie Gras won't work on soup!
For my Gourmet de Foie Gras...
nothin's impossible!!
Saotome Technique, Ruban de Soup!
Soup!!
Tres bien!
We're at a disadvantage now!
I shall use my next move.
An opening!
What?!
Rubber face!!
Tres bien!
Rats!
What a fearsome facial technique!
How gross.
-- What an elegant technique! -- Ecch.
Defense alone is so boring. I suppose...
I shall attack now!
Quiet, you--!
Vulgar!! Penalty!
You've run out of ways to stuff my face.
Crud. If I fail with Gourmet de Foie Gras...
he kills me with a counter move.
If all else fails--
No, Ranma! That won't work anymore!
The result will always be the same!
What's this--?!
We see him eating! It's against the rules!
Vulgar! Penalty!
Huh?
No fair!!
It's favoritism!
That was brilliant. I want you even more for my bride.
That's if you win, monsieur.
Well, let's stop playing around now.
Chardin ultimate secret move!
What secret move is that?
Vulgar! This time it's clearly vulgar!
But he can avoid Ranma's attack while eating his own food!
I see. With Picolet bent over like that...
it's impossible to shove food into his face.
Tres bien!
Magnificent, Monsieur Picolet.
Mademoiselle Ranma has no chance of winning now.
Next!!
Ranma's food is disappearing fast!
That's absurd--!
But how--?
-- My compliments to the chef. -- He does wonderful work.
Victory is ours.
This is bad. The length of the match has drained Ranma's stamina.
He won't be able to last out the match!
What?! Then he'll meet an unnatural death--?!
Rats! Everythin's gettin' hazy!
Picolet's down to his last dish!
We've won.
This is the finish!
Not if I can help it!
Aah! It's coming back!
Rats!
Shoot! I got nothin' left! What'll I do...?
It's over. I'm too hungry ta think.
I know! That's it!
That was delicious.
-- He won! -- He won!
I was totally crushed.
As promised, I shall forget about my marriage to you.
-- Aw, don't be so discouraged. -- Yes.
But my heart will be yours forever.
Picolet! I'm sure you'll find a much nicer girl than me!
Adieu to you!
He's a pretty decent guy.
He really must've loved you.
By the way, could the "unnatural" death have been--?
-- Right. Death from malnutrition. -- Huh?
You may pay the food bill from your earlier loss...
with your daughter's hand in marriage.
-- Yer nasty after all, ain'tcha? -- Yes.