Second Chance Not THAT curse at least.

Ranma felt the rain touch him, felt his hair getting wet, felt the water trickling down his face and neck, and realized something important.

"I'm - not - cursed?!" Ranma's voice started out shocked but quickly moved to joyous. He grabbed Ifurita and swung her around. "I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a marvelous feelin' not to be a gurhl agaiinnnnnn."

Ifurita looked puzzled.

Genma looked exasperated. "What ARE you talking about?"

"That I'm not cursed!" said Ranma, releasing Ifurita in order to leap up and use a streetlamp as a gymnastics bar.

"Well, of course you're cursed, Ranma? How could you forget?" asked an exasperated Genma.

"Huh? Wha?" asked Ranma, dropping down to the street. "What do you mean, old man? We never visited Jusenkyo, did we?"

"Jusenkyo? No, we had enough troubles with that dimensional rift," complained Genma. "Don't you remember? That's where you were cursed -"