Beauty
Princess Morbucks flicks through the magazine of the latest trends in terms of clothes and makeup in Townsville, with the obligatory boatload of perfume ads and customary tags of each scent as she waits in the waiting room of her uncle's private business. The receptionist is blonde with nails as long and as fake as her eyelashes and seems more busy with chewing bubblegum and scrolling through Instapix as opposed to her job. Several minutes pass in relative silence before she is finally beckoned into the big doors of her uncle's office.
"Ms.Morbucks, your uncle is able to squeeze you in for a mom--"
Princess struts, her six inch high heels of pure gold interrupting the dumb blonde's very train of thought into her uncle's office.
"Uncle Leeroy!" she squeals, her yellow curls bouncing, rushing to plant a pair of wet kisses upon each of his red cheeks. "Greetings from Daddy."
The pig in a suit grimaces. He remains seated in his leather armchair before his oakwood desk and even stretches to rearrange his faux gold nameplate that reads his title in a professional block letter. He manages to gesture towards the adjacent cushion in the same movement. Princess sits, crossing her legs and smiling.
"So," the fat boy of a man manages through deep breathes. "What brings you to the face works babygirl?"
"Well, for my birthday..."
Princess slaps the latest issue of Townsville Trendy onto the oakwood, exposing the cover to be of a smiling Powerpuff Girl in a blue bikini with the captions, "Saving the World one Summer at a time!" beside her and with a smirk, says: "I want to be beautiful, just like her."