The Bet
By Cmd1
(cmd11x@iwon.com)
Disclaimer: The Powerpuff Girls are owned by Craig McCracken and Cartoon Network. (I think)
Part One:
The City of Townsville had been enjoying a rather relatively peaceful time. All the major criminals, such as Mojo Jojo, had decided to go on vacation, and monster attacks have been down to next to nothing. Thus, leaving the world's strongest and cutest super heroines with a bit more free time than usual. Buttercup had wisely decided to use this free time to catch up on her video gaming. However, at the present time her gaming had not been up to its usual quality.
"What's with me today?" The green eyed puff sighed in frustration. She then noticed a possible answer, Bubbles. Rather than shriek out advice every five seconds, as she had usually done, the young girl just sat there with a look that Buttercup usually saw in the mirror after a bad day. "What your problem?" Buttercup asked her normally cheerful sister.
"Ooooh! I'm just so mad at Blossom right now!" Bubbles answered, stomping her foot to emphasize the 'Ooooh.'
The shock of this statement sent Buttercup's video game character into a wall of spikes, doing a rather nasty bit of damage. Bubbles had rarely ever gotten this mad at Buttercup, let alone Blossom. "Uhh, why?" she asked.
Bubbles sharply swung her head towards Buttercup, "I was trying to draw a pretty picture of a pretty pink pony and then Blossom said that pink ponies were bio. bioge."
"Biogenetically impossible?"
"Yeah that, and then she said all my other pictures were wrong too. 'The sun doesn't have smiley face, the grass is supposed to be greener, the raven's migration path doesn't come anywhere near Townsville' and other dumb, mean stuff. Then I tried to play with my stuffed animals, but she wouldn't let do that either. 'Animals don't talk Bubbles. You're disturbing me Bubbles! WASH BEHIND YOUR EARS BUBBLES!!' SHE JUST MAKES ME SO DARN MAD!!!!!'
* boom, arrrgh, Game Over ha ha ha * 'Let us go out this evening for pleasure. The night is still young.'
Once the shock of Bubbles's tirade had passed, Buttercup gave her sister an annoyed look. "Geez Bubbles, why don't you just do your dumb ol' drawings the way you want and tell Blossom if she doesn't like it she can stick it in her hat."
"But she doesn't wear a hat." Buttercup often wondered how Bubbles managed to make it so far as a super hero.
"No dummy, I mean tell her to let you draw the way you want."
"You really think I should?" The concept of insurrection was a bit alien to Bubbles.
"Yeah, just because she's the leader doesn't mean she can tell you how to have fun."
"Yeah!" Bubbles replied growing in confidence.
"And she doesn't have the right to criticize your pictures."
"Yeah!!"
"And a picture of a pink pony isn't going to make her brain fall out, so why does she care!"
"YEAH!!! Eww."
"So get up there and draw it your way, baby!"
"I'll do it!" With that, Bubbles shot back up stairs, leaving Buttercup alone.
"Finally, I can play my game in." Buttercup was interrupted by her watch alarm. Buttercup's eyes lit up. It was time for her favorite non-cartoon, non-sports show. His show. The show he was on.
Some time later
Professor Utonium emerged from his lab to once again find out his daughters were embroiled in yet another sisterly argument. However, this all too familiar sound seemed to be missing something. Yet, the Professor couldn't quite put his finger on it. As he walked toward the stairs to upper levels of the Utonium household, the Professor noticed that the television was broadcasting a cable news program. 'Blossom must have been watching and forgot to turn it off.' the Professor deduced.
'.and that's my most ridiculous item of the day. And now your letters, Euretta Spinozza from Scottsdale, Arizona writes.'
"Buttercup?" The Professor wasn't sure what surprised him more, that Buttercup wasn't involved in the shouting going on upstairs or that she was watching a news/opinion program, and judging by the expression on her face, quite enjoying it.
"Oh Professor, uhh I wasn't watching this. I was just looking for something else." Buttercup responded in a startled voice as she fumbled with remote control, her face reddening.
"Now Buttercup, watching these type of shows doesn't make you any less tough." The Professor smiled at his green-eyed daughter, "I'm glad you found a show about the news and today's current events that you can enjoy."
"News? Oh yeah, the news heh-heh-heh." Buttercup relaxed when she realized the Professor didn't realize why she was watching.
"By the way, do you know why your sisters are fighting?"
"Huh?" Buttercup was so involved in watching her favorite news/opinion program, and daydreaming about the host during the commercials, that she didn't notice the shouting match going on in the bedroom upstairs. "Oh, well Bubbles was mad at Blossom for bugging her about her drawings or something."
"Well let's see if we can't break it up." The Professor sighed and went upstairs with Buttercup floating right behind him.
When the Professor opened the bedroom door, he found that Bubbles and Blossom were engaged in a rather heated argument. Buttercup just floated beside her father, trying to make out what her sisters were saying, this being the first time she had actually seen her sisters go at it like this without being involved. While most of the yelling was lost to her, she caught a few infantile insults like 'doo-doo brain,' 'smelly head,' and a totally new one, 'ca-ca cabeza' from Bubbles and Blossom's usual high-end vocabulary which Buttercup had no intention of trying to decipher.
"Girls!" the Professor yelled in a vain attempt to stop the noise, "GIRLS!!!" Both Blossom and Bubbles stopped shouting at each other and looked up at their father, both with suppressed rage gleaming in their eyes. "Why on earth are you two fighting like this?" The professor wondered how the two quarreling siblings could get so worked up over a drawing. On cue, Blossom and Bubbles began simultaneously yelling and pointing at each other. The Professor only shook his head wondering why he couldn't learn to ask only one daughter for an explanation on why they arguing. "Alright that's enough! Bubbles can you tell me what's wrong."
"Well, I was trying to color a pretty picture of pretty pink pony, and Blossom started bugging me about it, so I told her to leave me alone and." Bubbles began to answer in the cutest voice she could muster.
"You told me 'if I didn't like your pictures I could cram it with walnuts' and then you called me ugly!" Blossom angrily interrupted. Buttercup started to crack up, the mental image of Bubbles telling Blossom that was probably the most hilarious thing she could imagine. A warning glance from the Professor stopped her from totally losing it, but it took a considerable amount of effort to hold it in.
"Well, its only because you wouldn't leave me alone." Bubbles angrily retorted.
"Look Bubbles, it's my duty as your sister and leader to help you develop and mature."
"You think just because you're the leader you get boss everybody around! If I were the leader."
"HA! You wouldn't last one week as leader!"
"Ooooh! I would too!"
"Oh really?" An idea swirled around in Blossom's brain. "You're really sure about that?"
"Yes!" Bubbles answered defiantly.
"Care to make a wager on that?" Blossom slyly replied.
"A what?" Bubbles demeanor went from anger to confusion almost instantly.
"You're betting Bubbles she'd last a week as leader?" Buttercup didn't like where this was heading.
"That's right Buttercup, and it'll be your job to relieve her of her command when she messes up." Blossom told her sister, preventing any problems the dark haired girl. "That is, if she's brave enough to accept the challenge." She added giving Bubbles a look that was guaranteed to get the reaction that Blossom had hoped for.
"I accept." Bubbles told her red haired sister.
"Good, because if you lose, you're going to be my slave for a month."
"And if I win, you're going to be my slave for month and you have to stop telling me how to color my pictures."
"Fine."
"Fine." The two sisters then shook hands sealing the deal.
Later that night
"You're nuts. I hope you know that." Buttercup told her red-haired sister.
"What!?"
"Look Red, in case you haven't noticed, all our worst enemies are on vacation and they ain't comin' back in at least a month and there hasn't been any good monster attacks lately."
"So?"
"So, you really think Bubbles can't handle being leader when there's nothing going on?"
"Oh Buttercup, don't worry about it." Blossom chuckled. "My plan will work out as usual."
"Well, just so you know, the Professor made it clear that he expects me to be fair with Bubbles, as in I have to explain to him why I fired her as leader."
"And you should, but don't worry, I'm pretty sure we're due for a monster attack. And besides, there's a lot more to being a leader than shouting out orders and bossing people around, as you like to put it, and our sister is going to find that out the hard way."
TO BE CONTINUED
Disclaimer: The Powerpuff Girls are owned by Craig McCracken and Cartoon Network. (I think)
Part One:
The City of Townsville had been enjoying a rather relatively peaceful time. All the major criminals, such as Mojo Jojo, had decided to go on vacation, and monster attacks have been down to next to nothing. Thus, leaving the world's strongest and cutest super heroines with a bit more free time than usual. Buttercup had wisely decided to use this free time to catch up on her video gaming. However, at the present time her gaming had not been up to its usual quality.
"What's with me today?" The green eyed puff sighed in frustration. She then noticed a possible answer, Bubbles. Rather than shriek out advice every five seconds, as she had usually done, the young girl just sat there with a look that Buttercup usually saw in the mirror after a bad day. "What your problem?" Buttercup asked her normally cheerful sister.
"Ooooh! I'm just so mad at Blossom right now!" Bubbles answered, stomping her foot to emphasize the 'Ooooh.'
The shock of this statement sent Buttercup's video game character into a wall of spikes, doing a rather nasty bit of damage. Bubbles had rarely ever gotten this mad at Buttercup, let alone Blossom. "Uhh, why?" she asked.
Bubbles sharply swung her head towards Buttercup, "I was trying to draw a pretty picture of a pretty pink pony and then Blossom said that pink ponies were bio. bioge."
"Biogenetically impossible?"
"Yeah that, and then she said all my other pictures were wrong too. 'The sun doesn't have smiley face, the grass is supposed to be greener, the raven's migration path doesn't come anywhere near Townsville' and other dumb, mean stuff. Then I tried to play with my stuffed animals, but she wouldn't let do that either. 'Animals don't talk Bubbles. You're disturbing me Bubbles! WASH BEHIND YOUR EARS BUBBLES!!' SHE JUST MAKES ME SO DARN MAD!!!!!'
* boom, arrrgh, Game Over ha ha ha * 'Let us go out this evening for pleasure. The night is still young.'
Once the shock of Bubbles's tirade had passed, Buttercup gave her sister an annoyed look. "Geez Bubbles, why don't you just do your dumb ol' drawings the way you want and tell Blossom if she doesn't like it she can stick it in her hat."
"But she doesn't wear a hat." Buttercup often wondered how Bubbles managed to make it so far as a super hero.
"No dummy, I mean tell her to let you draw the way you want."
"You really think I should?" The concept of insurrection was a bit alien to Bubbles.
"Yeah, just because she's the leader doesn't mean she can tell you how to have fun."
"Yeah!" Bubbles replied growing in confidence.
"And she doesn't have the right to criticize your pictures."
"Yeah!!"
"And a picture of a pink pony isn't going to make her brain fall out, so why does she care!"
"YEAH!!! Eww."
"So get up there and draw it your way, baby!"
"I'll do it!" With that, Bubbles shot back up stairs, leaving Buttercup alone.
"Finally, I can play my game in." Buttercup was interrupted by her watch alarm. Buttercup's eyes lit up. It was time for her favorite non-cartoon, non-sports show. His show. The show he was on.
Some time later
Professor Utonium emerged from his lab to once again find out his daughters were embroiled in yet another sisterly argument. However, this all too familiar sound seemed to be missing something. Yet, the Professor couldn't quite put his finger on it. As he walked toward the stairs to upper levels of the Utonium household, the Professor noticed that the television was broadcasting a cable news program. 'Blossom must have been watching and forgot to turn it off.' the Professor deduced.
'.and that's my most ridiculous item of the day. And now your letters, Euretta Spinozza from Scottsdale, Arizona writes.'
"Buttercup?" The Professor wasn't sure what surprised him more, that Buttercup wasn't involved in the shouting going on upstairs or that she was watching a news/opinion program, and judging by the expression on her face, quite enjoying it.
"Oh Professor, uhh I wasn't watching this. I was just looking for something else." Buttercup responded in a startled voice as she fumbled with remote control, her face reddening.
"Now Buttercup, watching these type of shows doesn't make you any less tough." The Professor smiled at his green-eyed daughter, "I'm glad you found a show about the news and today's current events that you can enjoy."
"News? Oh yeah, the news heh-heh-heh." Buttercup relaxed when she realized the Professor didn't realize why she was watching.
"By the way, do you know why your sisters are fighting?"
"Huh?" Buttercup was so involved in watching her favorite news/opinion program, and daydreaming about the host during the commercials, that she didn't notice the shouting match going on in the bedroom upstairs. "Oh, well Bubbles was mad at Blossom for bugging her about her drawings or something."
"Well let's see if we can't break it up." The Professor sighed and went upstairs with Buttercup floating right behind him.
When the Professor opened the bedroom door, he found that Bubbles and Blossom were engaged in a rather heated argument. Buttercup just floated beside her father, trying to make out what her sisters were saying, this being the first time she had actually seen her sisters go at it like this without being involved. While most of the yelling was lost to her, she caught a few infantile insults like 'doo-doo brain,' 'smelly head,' and a totally new one, 'ca-ca cabeza' from Bubbles and Blossom's usual high-end vocabulary which Buttercup had no intention of trying to decipher.
"Girls!" the Professor yelled in a vain attempt to stop the noise, "GIRLS!!!" Both Blossom and Bubbles stopped shouting at each other and looked up at their father, both with suppressed rage gleaming in their eyes. "Why on earth are you two fighting like this?" The professor wondered how the two quarreling siblings could get so worked up over a drawing. On cue, Blossom and Bubbles began simultaneously yelling and pointing at each other. The Professor only shook his head wondering why he couldn't learn to ask only one daughter for an explanation on why they arguing. "Alright that's enough! Bubbles can you tell me what's wrong."
"Well, I was trying to color a pretty picture of pretty pink pony, and Blossom started bugging me about it, so I told her to leave me alone and." Bubbles began to answer in the cutest voice she could muster.
"You told me 'if I didn't like your pictures I could cram it with walnuts' and then you called me ugly!" Blossom angrily interrupted. Buttercup started to crack up, the mental image of Bubbles telling Blossom that was probably the most hilarious thing she could imagine. A warning glance from the Professor stopped her from totally losing it, but it took a considerable amount of effort to hold it in.
"Well, its only because you wouldn't leave me alone." Bubbles angrily retorted.
"Look Bubbles, it's my duty as your sister and leader to help you develop and mature."
"You think just because you're the leader you get boss everybody around! If I were the leader."
"HA! You wouldn't last one week as leader!"
"Ooooh! I would too!"
"Oh really?" An idea swirled around in Blossom's brain. "You're really sure about that?"
"Yes!" Bubbles answered defiantly.
"Care to make a wager on that?" Blossom slyly replied.
"A what?" Bubbles demeanor went from anger to confusion almost instantly.
"You're betting Bubbles she'd last a week as leader?" Buttercup didn't like where this was heading.
"That's right Buttercup, and it'll be your job to relieve her of her command when she messes up." Blossom told her sister, preventing any problems the dark haired girl. "That is, if she's brave enough to accept the challenge." She added giving Bubbles a look that was guaranteed to get the reaction that Blossom had hoped for.
"I accept." Bubbles told her red haired sister.
"Good, because if you lose, you're going to be my slave for a month."
"And if I win, you're going to be my slave for month and you have to stop telling me how to color my pictures."
"Fine."
"Fine." The two sisters then shook hands sealing the deal.
Later that night
"You're nuts. I hope you know that." Buttercup told her red-haired sister.
"What!?"
"Look Red, in case you haven't noticed, all our worst enemies are on vacation and they ain't comin' back in at least a month and there hasn't been any good monster attacks lately."
"So?"
"So, you really think Bubbles can't handle being leader when there's nothing going on?"
"Oh Buttercup, don't worry about it." Blossom chuckled. "My plan will work out as usual."
"Well, just so you know, the Professor made it clear that he expects me to be fair with Bubbles, as in I have to explain to him why I fired her as leader."
"And you should, but don't worry, I'm pretty sure we're due for a monster attack. And besides, there's a lot more to being a leader than shouting out orders and bossing people around, as you like to put it, and our sister is going to find that out the hard way."
TO BE CONTINUED
