[video]
[Here we have a scene inside a laboratory. There is a shiny 1956 Dodge Centurion in the middle of the floor, the windows inside it are all fogged up, and the car appears to be... bouncing.]
[The strains of Fever by Peggy Lee can be heard playing out of the Jukebox that has mysteriously appeared, and there's the distinct sound of male laughter coming from inside the car.]
[Oddly enough, closer to the Guide, there's also the sound of a distinctly female, distinctly annoyed sigh.]
[And then... a hand appears on the fogged up window of the backseat of the car, and smears down the pane. And the bouncing gets even more energetic.]
[Fingers drum against the counter outside the Guide's field of view; there goes another annoyed sigh. The bouncing stops, and then the car window winds down, and a disheveled blond head pokes out of it, wearing thick black rimmed glasses.]
Y-Yoruichi-san!
[She hops down from the counter and steps into the Guide's view, wearing a halter dress with red and white polka dots. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she looks unimpressed.]
Are you done now?
[He pops open the door of the car and steps out, looking for all the world like he's raided Buddy Holly's wardrobe.]
You should see this thing! The suspension is magnificent, and I shouldn't be at all surprised if she ran like a dream~ And the engine! Yoruichi-san, may I show you the engine? It's beautiful.
[Just. Stares. Because she has been down there for nearly twenty minutes while he's played with that damn car, and she's about at the end of her patience.]
[Urahara rubs the back of his neck and has the good grace to look sheepish.]
...am I going to have to treat you to a malt to get myself out of the doghouse?
Maybe.
[Steps closer to the car, her frown relaxing a bit]
Too bad there's no way to get this out of here.
[The smile on Urahara’s face seems to broaden.]
Why Yoruichi-san, you appear to be forgetting who you're talking to.
[Tilts her head, a grin tugging at her own lips]
Maybe Kaien would like to go for a ride.
Perhaps we should recruit Ukitake-san while we're at it.
[Hops up onto another counter and crosses her legs, this time in range of the Guide]
Well, what are you waiting for, then?
Are you sure you wouldn’t like to join me in the back se-
[Gives him another look.]
… ah. I’m not waiting for anything at all Yoruichi-san.
[The strains of Fever by Peggy Lee can be heard playing out of the Jukebox that has mysteriously appeared, and there's the distinct sound of male laughter coming from inside the car.]
[Oddly enough, closer to the Guide, there's also the sound of a distinctly female, distinctly annoyed sigh.]
[And then... a hand appears on the fogged up window of the backseat of the car, and smears down the pane. And the bouncing gets even more energetic.]
[Fingers drum against the counter outside the Guide's field of view; there goes another annoyed sigh. The bouncing stops, and then the car window winds down, and a disheveled blond head pokes out of it, wearing thick black rimmed glasses.]
Y-Yoruichi-san!
[She hops down from the counter and steps into the Guide's view, wearing a halter dress with red and white polka dots. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she looks unimpressed.]
Are you done now?
[He pops open the door of the car and steps out, looking for all the world like he's raided Buddy Holly's wardrobe.]
You should see this thing! The suspension is magnificent, and I shouldn't be at all surprised if she ran like a dream~ And the engine! Yoruichi-san, may I show you the engine? It's beautiful.
[Just. Stares. Because she has been down there for nearly twenty minutes while he's played with that damn car, and she's about at the end of her patience.]
[Urahara rubs the back of his neck and has the good grace to look sheepish.]
...am I going to have to treat you to a malt to get myself out of the doghouse?
Maybe.
[Steps closer to the car, her frown relaxing a bit]
Too bad there's no way to get this out of here.
[The smile on Urahara’s face seems to broaden.]
Why Yoruichi-san, you appear to be forgetting who you're talking to.
[Tilts her head, a grin tugging at her own lips]
Maybe Kaien would like to go for a ride.
Perhaps we should recruit Ukitake-san while we're at it.
[Hops up onto another counter and crosses her legs, this time in range of the Guide]
Well, what are you waiting for, then?
Are you sure you wouldn’t like to join me in the back se-
[Gives him another look.]
… ah. I’m not waiting for anything at all Yoruichi-san.