With You My Love
The Mayor gazed upon what was before him. It sat happily on a red leather chair, shining in front of the fireplace. It's beautiful skin under the shining glass-like dress. It skin had gorgeous lumps, that tasted so sour, yet sweet when they kissed. He started sweating, combing his cloudy white mustache. Not only was he nervous, he was scared. By what, you ask? It's simple math, my dear, his wife.
How am I gonna tell her? The Mayor asked himself worriedly, She'll be devastated when she finds out I been having an affair with another lover, so how should I tell her? He started to comb his head, even though there was not a single spot of hair anywhere.
"I have to TELL HER SOMEHOW!!" He wailed. The intercom on his desk beeped, Ms. Bellum's voice ringing in the once quiet air.
"Mayor, is anything wrong?" Her voice asked.
"Everything is fine Ms. Bellum. I'm just…trying to do some paperwork."
"Mayor, I'M doing your paperwork."
"Oh, then I'm just…sketching, that is all."
He turned off the intercom, turning back to his beautiful companion. It stared back at him, innocently sitting, not knowing the problems happening before him. His heart, once filled with happiness and love, was now empty and scared. He had to talk to someone, so he turned to the one person he could trust, his secretary.
"Ms. Bellum, can you come in here for a second?"
"Certainly Mayor, I'm on my way."
Minutes passed, when the door finally opened. Her orange hair softly bounced as she walked to a chair sitting in front of the Mayor's desk. She sat in the chair, smoothing out her deep shaded red skirt. Her hands delicately folded on her lap as she crossed her legs, now staring at the Mayor through her amazing amount of hair.
"What would you like to ask me Mayor?" she asked softly.
"Oh Ms. Bellum, I have so many problems in my life," the Mayor said guiltily.
"I'm not surprised. What is the problem Mayor?"
"Oh, as much as I love my wife, I found another who I love more. I do not want to break my wife's little heart that I might have to divorce her, but I also do not want to separate from my one true love. Ms. Bellum, what SHOULD I DO?" The Mayor asked, now sadly crying.
"Mayor, eating pickles does not mean you're cheating on our wife."
The Mayor stopped crying, staring blankly at Ms. Bellum. "It's not?"
"No Mayor, I already told you the fifth time this week. Now, please let me go back to work."
"Um…okay."
Ms. Bellum left the room, leaving poor confused Mayor thinking to himself strongly.
"Then I know what I must do!" The Mayor picked up the hotline.
"PowerPuff Girls," he said seriously, "Can you please come over and open my pickle jar?" asking innocently.
(A/N: XDDDD I'm not sure if anyone has thought of this. The only pairings I see are with people, but what the heck, objects are lovable too! Maybe someday there can a Bubbles/Octi, a Buttercup/Blankie, who knows?)