Basquash! (バスカッシュ！)

Leave it to me, Haruka Gracia, a woman from the moon.

I guess it's true that she's from the moon.

A moon woman? How can you be sure, Miyuki?

If I were only staring at her chest this whole time like you, I wouldn't be.

Can't help it. Her boobs are three times the size of yours.

Yes, no help for it.

This!

That's the emblem of the moon.

Stop that!

That tickles!

This fully developed sole...

A whole suite of harmonies apparent in the shape of the footprint!

Yes, I knew it! The beauty of the arch obtained only by tramping the dirt.

The gentle series of hills from the pad of the big toe to the pinky toe!

What about this naughty heel?

I can see how it grips the ground kindly, then strikes like a sledgehammer!

Wow! It's amazing how she can talk that long about someone's foot!

Isn't that great, Dan?

No, not great! What's your problem?

Hey, lady!

What a dirty face. Who are you?

I'm Dan! Dan!

You came here to meet me, right?!

I speak to feet.

I'm not interested in faces.

Put me down!

Words are false.

But feet don't lie.

You want to fight that man again, don't you?

Hey! Hey! Put me down! Put me down!

Look at a person's face when you talk to them!

Cosmoon! The skeletal structure, so supple and yet so tough, is declaring it to me.

"I want to fight... I want to settle the score with that man!"

Agappe! Agappe Cosmoon!

Stop it please!

So you took up her offer.

Shut up!

Maybe! I'll think about it!

That's all I said!

Her boobs are that good, huh?

That's not the reason!

You're pretty good too!

Thanks.

I prefer 'em the bigger the better myself.

Huh?

THREE-WAY FREE FIGHT

They're huge! Too huge!

Just as I thought.

Earthdash has stronger gravity than the moon.

And the feet of the people opposing it are beautiful...

That way?

Got it. Thanks.

What did you say?

We're departing immediately?

Yes.

All your future engagements are canceled, Princess.

Why? This is too soon.

This place is too dangerous.

I believe the way you behaved yesterday, Princess,

was due to being overcome by the toxic miasma here.

Not at all! That was...

For you, the best thing would be to take a recuperative retreat...

...in the rich, natural splendors of the Kingdom as soon as possible.

Come! Bring the car around; don't dawdle!

We're setting off!

At some point I fell asleep...

Well, whatever. Guess I'll repair it.

Sela's too?!

This is nice.

Making deliveries using your own two feet once in a while isn't so bad, is it?

I must confess to using a motorbike, though.

Found you.

Just as I thought. You have proud and noble feet.

Who are you?

You're seeking him, aren't you?

What?

These feet are seeking a strong man.

Beckoning men, then stomping them...

But up until now, no man could ever stand toe-to-toe with those feet.

Not once.

That's why you chase after one on those unsullied feet.

What does that mean?

Fight him.

And leave it all to me.

Sela D. Miranda.

Just... who are you?

"Famous Shoe Designer Vanishes Mysteriously"?

Could this be...?

This goes like this, and this goes like...

Jeez, Gramps, where did you go?!

Even while the Bigfoot is getting repaired, Dangan Deliveries is still in business!

Outta the way!

It's not bad making deliveries using your own feet once in a while.

Shut up!

You're not the one running here!

Hello.

Dangan boy. Not making deliveries in your Bigfoot today, then?

Same goes for you.

What do you want?

Keep me company for a bit?

Why?

Let's pick up where we left off yesterday.

As if.

I see. Without a Bigfoot, you can't walk the walk.

I don't wanna do what I don't wanna do!

Dunk!

Hey. Why are you so focused on dunking?

Dunks are awesome! Dunks are cool!

That's all.

If that's all, then you can't beat me.

Yes I can!

Not a chance. No matter how many times we play, I'm gonna win.

This and the one before were just practice.

I'm gonna be the winner when it counts!

Then I'll look forward to the one where it counts.

When my Bigfoot is fixed, I'm gonna kick your ass!

Oh.

What do you mean, "oh"? That hurt!

Okay, kittens! Time for your milk!

Good, go drink up!

Find the ones who keep their money even when they're having a good time, and milk it out of them!

You don't have to pay.

But in return, once you get as drunk as you want, I get to eat you.

Hey, you. Who gave you permission to stand there?

No need to get hung up on minor details!

That. That's why I hate moon women.

How can you tell, Mama?

Moon women have huge, jutting breasts because of the low gravity.

Must be nice.

Mind if I sit here?

Go ahead, I don't mind.

Got an order?

Oh, that's right. No rules apply to moon women.

Just so long as you pay.

So close.

Huh?

Nothing.

"Three in the Key"...

That's a good name for a bar.

Yeah.

The key has the shape of an actual keyhole, doesn't it?

Note: She's talking about the shaded area of the court under the basket.

You can only stay in the keyhole for three seconds.

So "Three in the Key"... the three-second rule.

The three-second rule. An excellent rule.

It shows the wisdom of humanity.

It governs offense and defense below the basket, and violations are used to keep both teams on equal footing.

Why do you play Bigfoot Basketball?

What do you say to taking on Dunk Mask again?

And I'll throw in the Platinum Hurricane, Sela Miranda, for a 1-on-1-on-1.

Those feet give me just one answer.

Okay.

Leave it to me.

Hey, pay up!

I'll keep the change, Tits McGee.

You've been watching me for a while. You've got something you want to say?

I-I didn't come here followin' you.

If something's big, I like it!

Then how about a big ——?

This.

Could you try this out for me?

This is...

You're the whiz who brought Dunk Mask's Bigfoot...

...up to that level using the little that you had.

Professor Souichi Ayukawa...

Who on earth are you...?

Just a shoemaker.

I sleep and I sleep, and yet I'm still as tired as ever...

I peek at the news I missed out on yesterday...

"A New Fight Moves from the Court to the City!"

"Crusher Who Buried City Basketball One by One Revealed as the Frozen Inferno,

BFB Player Iceman Hottie."

"Last night Iceman, Dunk Mask the Debt King, and Sela D. Miranda the Platinum Hurricane...

...held a cutthroat free-for-all somewhere in Rollingtown.

Though it was cut short by police interference, some citizens call for a rematch.

The Police report they are hot on the trail of the three mechs.

"Ultimate Bystander, signing off," he writes.

Man, are those police slow.

You shouldn't be "hot on the trail" when you already know who did it!

Plus two of the three mechs are right her—

What?!

"Fracture"? "Dislocation"? "Upgrade"?

Now I've got a full set!

All three of them are right here!

All right! If this is how it's gonna be, I'm gonna freakin' rebuild them from the core out!

Ganz! Bel!

Hey.

What's up?

Have at it!

They're multiplying.

Not a problem, not a problem!

We've got all three.

Oh, Gramps, where'd you—!

What? You fall for Lunar busts too?

So that's called a Lunar bust!

I wondered where you were out doddering around when we were so busy. Figures.

I like anything as long as it's big!

This here's proof!

Ganz!

Huh? What's this?