Prologue

6 Years Ago-

The city of Townsville was in grave danger. Black pillars of smoke billowed from countless buildings. Multitudes of great structures barely surviving inhuman damage. The three famous little heroines stood in the middle of a street intersection, walls of flame surrounded the three girls as they assumed a defensive position, back to back to back. Their dresses torn, their bodies worn and bruised, yet neither the redhead, blonde nor the brunette dare let their guard down.

"Blossom? I'm-I'm scared," whimpered the pig-tailed blonde to the redhead.

The redhead in the cherry dress kept her eyes on the angry flames while the ominous giggling of young boys bombarded them from all sides. "It's okay, Bubbles. We're with you. Just stay in formation and we'll be fine."

The short haired brunette growled angrily. "C'mon! These boys are getting on my nerves. We're sitting ducks out here. Let's get in there and take 'em out!"

"No, stay in formation," sternly repeated the long haired redhead, "we'll take them as a team. The Rowdyruff boys will just pick us off if we fight them one on one."

The brunette pouted and folded her arms. "Hmph. Speak for yourself," she muttered.

"Buttercup, I'm serious. We can't beat the Rowdyruff Boys with strength alone. We stand a better chance if-"

"Ow! What the-!?"

A tiny green orb of energy slammed into Buttercup's face and exploded, leaving singe marks on her already tattered green dress. Her head whipped from left to right. Nothing but giggles and flames. A look upward revealed the identity of the owner of that energy ball. Also with black hair, green eyes and dressed in green, floated her evil counterpart. He laughed jeeringly and taunted her with a slap of his behind.

"Why, you little-!"

"Buttercup! No!" Blossom cried after her, but all that remained of her sister was a green streak of light as she launched herself up in pursuit of the boy in green.

Blossom knew that Buttercup was tough. But so was her Rowdyruff boy counterpart, Butch. Perhaps he was even tougher. It made Blossom sick to admit that, even if it were just in her mind.

She let let herself get distracted by Buttercup's absence. That fact was made painfully obvious when a black sneaker made contact with her cheek at a breakneck speed. The force sent her flying into a building behind her. Her involuntary flight was barely halted by a concrete wall. She peeled off the wall and ungracefully fell to the marble floor below. She was only faintly aware of the bits of concrete that showered her while she was engulfed by darkness. The floor her cheek rested against was surprisingly cool compared to the hot air on her back. The cool marble floor soothed her battered body while hot air covered her like a snug blanket. It was almost as nice as her own bed. If she could just snuggle up and close her eyes…

No, she couldn't! She had to stay awake. Buttercup and Bubbles need her help. Townsville needs her help. Blossom blinked the stars away and scrambled to prop herself up on her hands to regain her bearings. Somehow, she ended up in the lobby of an office building. Sprinklers on the ceiling make a futile attempt to fight the monstrous flames that threaten to consume the lobby.

The preschool aged girl's ears then picked up on a familiar, yet haunting laugh. It was that of a young boy. She hopped to her feet while focusing on a wall of flame where she imagined the entrance of the building used to be. A small, dark figure emerged from the flames and floating ashes while the laughter increased in volume. The silhouette of long, flowing hair and a baseball cap materialized on the figure.

The laughing turned into words. "How does it feel to be the loser, loser?"

It was then was at that moment when the figure gained volume and colour. Red was what she saw. Red cap, red hair and a red shirt. He was the spitting image of Blossom; none other than Brick, the leader of the Rowdyruff boys.

Blossom stumbled back against the wall, an aching pain in her rib cage causing her to clutch her side.

"D-Do you ever shut up?" retorted Blossom through gritted teeth and grunts of discomfort.

Closer and closer Brick stepped until they were an arm's length apart. A haughty smirk formed on Brick's features as his eyes began to glow. "This time, I'll be the one shutting you up!"

Blossom flinched and braced for the scorching heat of Brick's eye lasers, but instead was greeted with the shrill of a familiar voice.

"Get away from her, you bully!"

Seemingly out of nowhere, Bubbles came crashing into her red capped enemy at full speed, knocking him to the ground. Brick's eye lasers missed their target and left an ugly scorched streak on the wall next to Blossom's head. Before he had the chance to get up, Bubbles was already on top of him, delivering punch after punch. Blossom wasn't a very aggressive person, but when backed into a corner, she could be a fierce as any of the girls.

Unfortunately, this wasn't enough to stop Brick. Returning the favour, he delivered her an uppercut to the chin, effectively knocking the blonde off of him. He took the opportunity to pounce at her, but Buttercup intercepted with an icy breath. Brick was effectively frozen in place, encased in ice.

Bubbles sat still on the floor for a few seconds, her blue eyes locked onto Brick's ice encased form. And then as if suddenly remembering where she was, her eyes snapped to Blossom. "Blossom! Are you okay?" she asked, scrambling to the redhead's side.

Blossom let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding as she accepted Bubbles' helping hand. "Yeah, I'm-" She doubled over, coughing up a lungful of smoke. "… I'll be fine. Thanks, Bubbles."

She looked at Brick in his icy prison, knowing it will only be a matter of seconds before he breaks out. The girls relocated outside, where the air was fresher and visibility was higher. With her arm across Bubbles for support, she floated up above the suffocating flames and away from the smoke in order to regain some composure for the imminent continuation of the fight. Incidentally, the girls caught sight of a pair of green streaks in the distance; Buttercup and Butch.

The streaks danced in the sky like angry hornets, chasing and clashing into each other with a resounding 'boom.' Buttercup was definitely living up to her reputation of being the toughest fighter as she went toe-to-toe with her evil counterpart. The streaks of light intersected for the last time and then both hurtled toward the ground, smashing into the park below like a meteor. Startled birds took flight in all directions above the point of impact.

Both Blossom and Bubbles looked at each other in silence. Who won? Neither could tell from here.

Seconds later, a distant scream came from one of the fighters, followed by a great explosion and a blinding green light. Silence followed.

"Come on," Blossom simply said, flying toward ground zero of the explosion. Blossom hoped beyond hope that it was Buttercup that made the final blow. She didn't want to know the result of the battle but she had to. Her heart raced when she stopped just above the crater.

Someone was in there. Blossom's eyes fixated on the figure in the crater, adjusting to the sudden change in lighting. Whoever it was seems to be laying face-down and not moving. Blossom dared not think the unthinkable.

As dust dissipated and her eyes adjusted, she could make out a head of black hair and green clothes. It couldn't be, could it? Did Buttercup defeat Butch? As she could make out the details, she recognized the tattered green dress, the soiled white stocking and the scuffed Mary-Jane's shoes. Blossom's heart sank as she stared down her worst fear in utter shock.

"AAAH! Is that-!?"

Suddenly remembering Bubbles was with her, Blossom put her arm around her shoulders and turned her around. "Don't look," she said softly. She wanted to have time to process what was transpiring herself but she had to be strong for Bubbles.

"Buttercup, is – is she…?" Bubbles trailed off, putting her hands over her face and sobbing.

"I don't know," Blossom answered, looking back down at Blossom's still form over her shoulder, "but we have to stop them because Buttercup won't be the last person they hurt. I need your help to protect Townsville, Bubbles."

Bubbles sniffled and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. Okay," She said quietly. "But what do we do?"

"We take the boys out while they're still separated," Blossom said. "I bet that worm, Butch is tired by now. He's probably slipped by us so he can recover. Let's hunt him down and teach him a lesson. For Buttercup,"

At that, she flew high up into the sky and scanned for any sign of Butch. Sure enough, her ears picked up the sound of someone rummaging through an ice cream truck at the edge of the park. Blossom knew ice cream trucks all too well to confuse the familiar sounds for anything else. Concentrating on the sound, she heard the voice of her target: "A good fight deserves a good treat!"

"Save some for me!"

Blossom gestured to get Bubbles' attention. "Bubbles, over there." She pointed at the ice cream truck in the distance.

Bubbles nodded knowingly and they both headed for the truck. With a quick check of her x-ray vision, Blossom was able to identify that the person inside was indeed Butch stealing from the abandoned ice cream truck. Her anger at him couldn't have burned hotter at the moment. How could he do such a thing to Buttercup and then steal ice cream like it was nothing?

Before she knew it, she found herself lifting the truck over her heard

"Huh? HEY!" Yelled Butch from within the truck. "Back off, I found this first!"

In stead of answering, Blossom tossed the truck high into the air. Bubbles followed up by striking the truck with her laser beams, intensely heating up the truck.

"Yeowch!" Butch broke out of the truck as it reached its apex. "Are you kidding me!? That was perfectly good ice cream you ruined!" He growled. "You're gonna pay for that!" Despite the heat, Butch took hold of the truck by its rear axle and hurled it toward the girls.

Both dived out of the way just as the truck crashed between them. Blossom picked herself up, poised to launch herself at him. "I've had it with you, Butch! I have no tolerance for pure evil like you!"

"Bonk!"

She was interrupted by an impact to the side of her head, knocking her into the truck with a force great enough to knock it over.

What followed was a dopey laugh. While Blossom shook the stars from her eyes. Standing before her was boy with a blonde curtain haircut and a blue shirt. He hefted a baseball bat made of pure energy, looking pretty proud of himself.

Butch laughed from overhead. "Hahaha, nice one, Boomer!"

Boomer looked up at his green clad brother and grinned, basking in the rare praise of his black-haired brother. "Not bad, huh?" He produced an innocent grin, belying his previous actions.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that Blossom was still in his presence. He's such a moron, but it was fine by her.

Taking the opportunity, she aimed her eye lasers at Boomer, somehow catching him off guard. The pair of bright red beams dug at his flesh with little effect, but enough to cause the boy to recoil in shock and pain. Bubbles was quick to follow up and fry him with with an electricity ball before he could recover, effectively locking his muscles while screamed behind clenched teeth. Blossom then had ample time to dive at him and smash him head-first into the ground before the blue arcs of energy even had time to dissipate. "Owwwww," Boomer groaned while Blossom got up and dusted herself off. As it turned out, teamwork was the answer to defeating these boys. As long as they can take them out before Brick gets in the way, they could stand a fighting chance.

"Hey, you jerks! Not fair!" Butch snapped from above while diving down to retaliate.

"You're next!" Blossom yelled. She and Bubbles launched themselves at Butch, both connecting their fists to his face with a double uppercut. Blossom could imagine that they hit him with enough combined force to send him into orbit. Perhaps he would if Bubbles didn't pursue him a few hundred meters up and grabbed him by the ankle.

She spun around like a spin top while clutching Butch's leg, both a blur of blue and green. When she him go, he rocketed into the pavement at nearly the speed of a cannonball. He impacted the ground like one, too, sending broken tarmac and chunks of earth flying in his wake.

"Let's give him a double laser attack for good measure," Blossom said, her eyes glowing. Bubbles nodded and followed suit. Groaning in pain, Butch rolled on his back and held his arm in front of himself, bracing for the inevitable scorching lasers.

They were seconds too late. Brick came flying in with a kick to Blossom's stomach. He hit her in such an angle that would send her flying into Bubbles, which she did. Both girls collided into a car parked on the side of the road. The poor vehicle's alarm wailed in response, as if crying in pain.

"Yeah! Nailed it!" Brick cried out triumphantly, his fists thrust into the air. "And just in time to save your sorry butts," he added with his words directed to Butch and Boomer.

Butch floated up beside Brick, dusting himself off. "Yeah, yeah..." he muttered dismissively with a roll of his eyes.

Boomer joined the other two boys. "We had them for a while," he piped in meekly.

"And somehow you messed it up right?" Brick asked. With arms folded, he shot his brother an accusatory glare.

"Huh? Me? Why me?" Boomer exclaimed.

Brick retorted, "Because it's always you." Boomer looked a little wounded at that remark. "But that's not important. What is important is the Powerpuff Losers." All three pairs of eyes fell to the girls. Evil grins formed on their faces.

"Don't think for a second that you've won yet," hissed Blossom while slowly lifting herself into the air until at eye-level with the boys.

"Oh, really?" scoffed Brick, "Three on two? You can barely handle three on three." He stretched and rotated his arm, loosening himself up for another round of fighting. "You don't know when to quit, do you? Oh well, your funeral."

Bubbles was livid and quaking with anger. It was something even Blossom rarely sees. She jumped at Brick, ready to let him have it. "Funeral this!" she shrieked.

The boys were frozen in a wide-eyed stare, struggling to process Bubbles' reaction.

Halfway to the boys, Bubbles got struck with some kind of beam. She screamed and fell to the ground in a heap.

"Bubbles!" Blossom exclaimed while running to her blue clad sister. She kneeled beside her and sat her up. "Bubbles! What's going on?"

"I don't feel so good," Bubbles replied weakly.

"What happened to y-AAAAH!" Blossom was hit in the back with the same beam. The searing pain coursed through her whole body. Strength left her while she slumped over.

"Make that four on two."

The voice was familiar to both the girls and the boys as they looked to the owner of the voice. "Mojo Jojo!" All five said in unison.

With a flourish, the evil mastermind let his cape go form around him, leaving it to dance in the wind, and revealing his classically villainous attire; the signature blue suit with white gloves, and boots.

He was barely the monkey that he once was. His features, gnarled and savage. His skin a deformed green hue. His fur, wild. Finally, under the container upon his head is his hideously formed brain, the source of his incredible intelligence.

He laughed menacingly. "That's right! It is me! Mojo Jojo! I am here!"

Brick whirled around to face Mojo Jojo and voiced his protest. "What are you doing here?"

"My boys! Uncle Jojo couldn't possibly let the girls hurt his dear boys... again."

Brick shot Mojo Jojo a skeptical look. "Uh-huh. And did we look like we're struggling? We can finish them off ourselves. Right boys?"

"Right!" The other boys shouted in unison.

"Just let me have this," Mojo Jojo pleaded, "I have been waiting so long for this very moment. Yes, the moment where I finally defeat the Powerpuff Girls. Where I become the instrument of their demise. And then I can finally destroy Townsville and take over the world! In that order!"

During his rant, he met the disapproving scowl of the three boys, where he smiled sheepishly back at them. "Well, you helped too, of course!"

While brandishing a weapon containing a canister filled with a dark fluid, he further added, "That's why I struck them with this ray gun! Yes, a ray gun infused with the anti-X formula. Now the Powerpuff Girls are powerless! They have no powers. They are like normal little girls!"

Mojo Jojo grinned at the two remaining girls as he holstered his gun, his sharp, jagged teeth gleaming against the embers around them. "You heard that right, girls. It is time to meet your end. Your end is coming now. I know the boys would like to finish you off. Isn't that right, boys?"

Brick lowered himself until his feet touched the ground before the girls followed by Butch and Boomer. "You got that right," Brick said.

"It's time for some sweet, sweet revenge," Butch added.

"Remember when you killed us?" Boomer asked the girls.

"Now it's our turn," announced Butch.

Without her powers, Blossom could feel the full effects of their fight with the Rowdyruff Boys. Aching and exhausted, she barely had the strength to hold on to Bubbles, but hold her tight, she did; as hard as she could. "You won't get away with this," Blossom snapped defiantly, putting as much life as her body would let her into her words. "Good always prevails over evil. You'll see!"

Brick dismissed her words with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Blah, blah, blah. Heard it before. Don't care." He raised his hands into the air, producing a glowing red ball of energy. It pulsated and grew with time. "How about we get fancy and go out with a bang, eh? I came up with this move myself. I call it the Triple Finisher. Name pending. Ready boys?"

"Ready!" The other two boys added their energy to the ball, causing it to grow triple its size and emit a blinding white light.

Mojo Jojo's look of glee turned into that of worry. "Uh, wait. Boys. How much energy is that thing producing? What is its destructive radius?"

"I dunno," came Brick's simple reply, causing Mojo Jojo further worry as wondered if he was standing back far enough.

It was at this point that Blossom knew that there was nothing she could do to stop it. She cuddled Bubbles tight. "Bubbles, I'm so sorry. I tried so hard to protect you and Townsville, but... but..." Fear, sadness and anger overwhelmed her, clouding the thoughts she wanted to convey to Bubbles in their final moments. There was too much to say, and too little time to say it. It frustrated her to tears.

Bubbles said nothing but wrapped an arm around her, which brought Blossom a measure of comfort even at a time like this. As the light above their heads grew with intensity, they shut their eyes and braced themselves for the end.

The ball of light suddenly disappeared, accompanied with the tortured screams of the three boys.

Blossom snapped her eyes open. All three boys were encased in a ray of energy fired from somewhere behind them.

They slumped down in a heap, giving way to reveal to Blossom a feisty little girl in a green dress holding a ray gun.

Blossom couldn't believe her eyes. "B-Buttercup?" Despite being as battered and bruised, Buttercup lived up to her reputation of being the toughest fighter. Quite literally, in this case.

"Hey, what gives?" Brick groaned weakly, only to be cut off by another zap of the ray gun. The beam splashed upon impact, hitting the other two boys. Their voices raised in a cacophony of agony while Buttercup mercilessly kept the trigger squeezed.

"Next time you pick a fight with me, make sure you finish the job!" She hissed. Her words were marred with rage. "Too bad there won't be a next time!"

Mojo Jojo looked on with shock. How was she still alive? How did she get that gun? He insitinctively looked at his belt where his ray gun was supposed to be holstered. It was gone. Suddenly it all clicked. Somehow, she sneaked up on him and stole the gun. He was witnessing his victory get snatched away from him. He jumped up and down in anger. "Give that back! Return that ray gun to me, Mojo Jojo! That ray gun is mine. It belongs to me. I am the owner of that ray gun!"

Buttercup finally let up from the onslaught, noticing the container for the fluid was nearly empty. She must have given the boys a heavy dose of the anti-x formula. "Oh, you want this back, huh?" Without warning, she hurled it at Mojo Jojo's face. It smashed into pieces against his skull. Mojo Jojo didn't even have enough time to let the pain register before Buttercup's foot came flying into his face. She relentlessly followed up with a flurry of kicks and punches until Mojo Jojo collapsed to the ground in a bloody mess.

"Buttercup! You're okay!" Blossom exclaimed, struggling to get up. Buttercup ran up to her two sisters and helped them both to their feet.

"Yeah, of course I am," the brunette replied, thumping a fist against her chest for emphasis. "I don't go out that easily. Just needed a little nap and I'm back in the game."

Bubbles teared up and threw herself at Buttercup, hugging her tight. "I-I thought you were gone!"

"Aw, come on, don't be all mushy like that," Buttercup said, blushing.

Blossom put a hand on Buttercup's shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you're with us. The team wouldn't be the same without you. And thanks for saving us."

Since the commotion died down, people of the town left their places of safety bit by bit. Some formed a crowd around the girls, cheering for their victory. Emergency responders soon arrived afterward to help the hurt, fight the fires and cuff the criminals.

The girls sat at the back of an ambulance, sharing a blanket while they watched the police take Mojo Jojo into their cruiser for another jail term. The flashes of the emergency vehicles periodically highlighted his gnarled features as he stared daggers back at the girls.

A tall man in a lab coat broke free from the cheering crowd and came running at the three heroines. "Girls! Girls! I'm so glad to see you're alright! I was so worried about you!"

"Professor!" The Powerpuff girls cried out, hopping off the truck running at him for a great, big hug.

While the four embraced, Blossom was first to pipe up, "I don't know how 'alright' we are, Professor. We're pretty beaten up. And Bubbles and I, I think we lost our powers. Mojo Jojo hit us with some kind of power sapping ray gun."

"Anti-x, is it?" the professor mused. "If I'm correct, it should wear off within a few days depending on how much you absorbed."

"The same goes for them?" Buttercup asked, jerking her head toward the still recovering Rowdyruff Boys.

The professor closed his eyes and nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so."

They broke the hug, left to ponder over the three groaning menaces before them.

"Let's finish them once and for all, then!" Buttercup suggested.

"We can't do that!" Blossom protested. "They are not a threat right now. Let's just throw them jail."

"Throw these monsters in jail?" Buttercup scoffed. "You've gotta be kidding me. What happens when they get their powers back?"

"But we can't stoop to their level!"

"Are you blind!? Look around you!" Buttercup gestured to the city around them. Everywhere Blossom looked was wrought with fire and destruction. Fire marshals and emergency crews were already hard at work but it was obvious that they would have a long night ahead of them. "Look at the city! Look at us! Don't tell me you're going to risk this happening again because your stupid morals tell you to keep these monsters alive!"

Blossom hated to admit it but Buttercup had a point. Once the Rowdyruff boys regain their powers – however long that takes – no prison will be able to hold them and no authority would be able to stop them. The girls were barely able to defeat them, and this time could be chalked up to pure luck. Would it be proper to put the city at risk like this again?

Blossom took a long, hard look at the scowling faces of the boys and then sighed and turned away from them, placing her fingertips against her temple. "Fine. Just make it quick."

Bubbles yelped and covered her eyes, knowing what's coming next.

"With pleasure," Buttercup intoned, her eyes already glowing to prime a deadly pair of lasers.

At this point, the boys were well enough to sit up and comprehend exactly what was going to happen.

"Oh boy, this is it," Brick gulped.

"Again..." added Boomer.

A woman pushed through the crowd, waving at Buttercup to stop.

"For shame, Buttercup! I have taught you better than to resort to such violence!"

Buttercup blinked in shock. "M-Ms. Keane!?"

Ms. Keane wagged her finger at the girls, taking on a chiding motherly tone. "You girls have done a good job saving the day, but haven't I taught you not to solve your problems peacefully? Have you been listening to anything I've said, or could it be that Professor Utonium is a bad influence on you?"

She emphasized the last point by glaring at the Professor, who in turn blushed and put his hands up in defense.

"No, no! You've got me all wrong!"

"But Ms. Keane! They're pure evil!" Blossom tried to reason.

"They're just boys!" Ms. Keane pointed out, "Very naughty and misguided boys, but children all the same."

Buttercup cut in once more, "But look at-"

Her words was cut short by a disapproving glare from their school teacher.

The three heroines looked down in shame. "Yes, Ms. Keane..."

Ms. Keane spun on her heel and faced the three boys with hands on her hips. "Now, as for you boys, I cannot begin to describe how disappointed I am in you. Such a brazen disregard for life and property will not go unpunished!"

Brick turned his nose up at the teacher. "Huh? Who the heck are you, lady!?"

"Brick, is it? The 'leader' among you three? It's absolutely disgraceful what you get these boys to do. You're all going to learn that there are consequences for your actions."

"Who do you think you are!? You can't tell us what to do!" snapped Brick as he stood up and dusted his shirt off.

"Oh, yes I can! Effective today, all three of you are living with me. I already have the papers ready and your things moved to my home."

The boys were left wide-eyed "How is that even possible!? You can't do that!" Brick turned to Butch. "Can she?" Butch just looked at him and shrugged.

"I just did," Ms. Keane answered for him. "And the first thing I will have you three do is write a personal, hand-written letter of apology to every owner of every property you destroyed, detailing what you have done, why you are sorry and what you are going to do to help them fix it. And if they ask for assistance, I expect you to keep your word and assist with the repairs.

The boys instinctively looked out at the destroyed and dilapidated landscape before them. Colour drained from their shock-stricken faces. "She… she can't do that, right? Right!?" Boomer fearfully asked. The other boys didn't reply.

"In the meantime, you're all grounded. That means no TV, no video games, no candy and no skateboards. Am I clear?"

The boys were left speechless. Brick broke the silence between the boys as he broke down crying, instantly dropping his tough guy facade. "W-w-what? N-nooo! But I just got Bone Breakers 3!" He fell to the ground, gracelessly wailing while clutching Ms. Keane by the ankle. Shamelessly, he let his tears flow. "It's-It's not fair! Y-you can't do this to me! Whyyyyyyyy!?"

Ms. Keane nodded curtly at the professor and his girls. "I will see you soon, girls. Professor." She left the scene while the blubbering Brick clutched her leg and let himself get dragged along. The other two boys dejectedly followed close behind.

"Well, erm, that just happened," Professor Utonium muttered while watching the four go. "I really hope she knows what she's doing."

"I really hope so too," came Blossom's quiet reply. Experiencing such a close brush with death and fearing the loss of her sisters made this day unforgettable. She wasn't prepared for this. None of them were. Despite the victory, she inwardly kicked herself for the many failures in the process.

"I don't know how yet, but somehow we got to get stronger," she voiced aloud, "We can't let this happen again." She looked over her shoulder at Blossom and Bubbles, fighting back tears. "And I don't want to lose any of you."

Buttercup triumphantly pounded her fist into her open palm. "Not gonna happen. We're the Powerpuff Girls! Nobody can beat us. And we'll make sure that if those stupid boys so much as sneeze wrong, they're dead meat!"

Bubbles smiled, trying to cheer the team up. "We won, right? Let's just enjoy our victory and worry about it later."

Blossom smiled back, quickly brushing away a tear that escaped from her eye. "Bubbles is right. Everyone is fine in the end and that's what matters."

Again, the professor scooped up the weary and tired girls. "You've done me proud, girls! The day is saved thanks to you! This deserves a celebration. But first, how about we go you checked out to make sure you're all okay and then take you home for a nice, hot bath and pizza, hm?"

The three little heroines laughed cheered.