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This is going to be a slow starter. It has a plot - rather, a premise - and it will be a proper story. Just a rather lunatic one. :D
Chapter the First
The one where the characters and situation are introduced
Given the odd title of this story, you might perhaps not expect it to start in quite so ordinary a manner. However, it does clearly contain the word "unexpected" in its' title, so let us now begin...
The events of this tale commence in Pokey Oaks, a typically sleepy suburb of the city of Townsville, on a cool autumnal afternoon. The leaves were just beginning to turn shades of yellow and brown, and had not yet even fallen from their trees.
That is until a moment later, when a whole row of these trees was suddenly stripped completely bare of their foliage, as a slipstream came into being about 20 feet or so above the road. A tri-coloured rainbow also bathed the swirl of leaves in striations of light.
This, dear reader, was no ordinary rainbow (nor was it an ordinary jet-stream either...). It was, in fact, the signature of the return home from school of Townsville's favourite triplets, the Powerpuff Girls.
The reason I say "favourite" is because these three sisters - Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup - had been made by their loving "father", Professor XXXX Utonium from some sugar, spice, and everything nice (along with an accidental dose of Chemical X, that most mysterious of chemical concoctions that only Professor Utonium and a few others know the formula of), and possess special, sometimes unique, ultra-super powers that they used in their daily fight against crime, monster attacks and the forces of evil within and surrounding their fair city.
[This information has been censored under the Official Secrets Acts.]
All three girls had matured noticeably since their creation almost 2 years ago (making them all just over 7 years old). The disproportionately large eyes and ovoid heads were still very much apparent, but all had undergone a significant change in that, around 18 months after their creation, they had begun to develop heretofore missing appendages such as fingers, toes, noses and the external portion of the ears.
They had also grown somewhat, so that they were now standing at about 5ft tall, with Blossom presently being the tallest at 5' 2'' and Buttercup being the shortest at 4' 11''.
Buttercup - typically seen as the more belligerent, tomboyish "middle" child - showed great promise at school as a future sports competitor. Unfortunately, her superpowers prevented her (and her sisters) from participating in most sports at a competitive level, so at the behest of her form tutor, she was currently learning to play snooker, chess, and lawn bowls (all of which she had no undue advantage at). Whereas she used to wear a lime green knee length dress with a black belt, she now typically wore t-shirt and jeans (usually all in black) with a glow-in-the-dark lime green belt.
Blossom, who had previously worn a similar dress in pink, was now usually seen in light purple - specifically, lilac - clothing (having finally realised that the pink of her dress clashed with her naturally orange hair colour. Habitually, a white top (usually with a design of some kind), and a pair of lilac flared trousers. Like Buttercup, her powers barred her from most physical sports, but her rapid learning abilities had a similar effect on more academic sports/interests too (though she was the leader of the first ever elementary school "Future Leaders of America" association). She regularly tried to construct new mentally challenging games, which her above-average intelligence would give no discernible advantage to her - so far, with limited success. Her latest over-zealous attempt was HyperChess, a 4D version of chess on an 8*8*8*8 chess-grid, which required 1024 chess pieces on each side at the start of a game, a lot of rules on piece movements, and a good grasp of time-independent four-dimensional spatial topography.
Bubbles appeared, on the outside at least, to have changed only very slightly. Instead of putting her hair in short twin ponytails, it now hung down to the middle of her back and was usually braided. When she'd started to notice that boys at school were looking up her and her sister's dresses as they took off towards an emergency, all three had stopped wearing dresses (that majority of the time anyway). She now was far more likely to be seen in sky blue t-shirts (her favourite one had the phrase "Cute and proud of it!" emblazoned across it in sequinned cursive script), and pale yellow shorts. Bubbles was similarly disallowed from being a member of the school's junior cheerleading squad or of the school choir (because of her "sonic scream" power), but did play the drums (as well as the keyboard) in the school band.
Despite being stereotyped as a vapid blonde girl, she was also already practicing for a part in the middle school debate team, and was one of the rare type of hall monitor who DOESN'T let the power go to their head.
All three girls had no idea just how much their lives would change as a result of the sequence of events that they were currently experiencing. For better or worse, their lives were about to change, irrevocably.
They flew into their house, as was their custom after so long, through the lounge room window, dropping their school bags (colour-coded blue for Bubbles, green for Buttercup and lilac for Blossom) carefully behind the television before going to search for their father, the Professor.
The Professor was, in all respects, an accomplished man. Although still single in his early forties, he was the proud father of three lovely girls and a highly revered member of the local, and national, scientific community. Over the years, he had published many papers on a variety of very complex matters, including treatises on the possibility of FTL travel and the existence of wormholes, quantum relativity, and harnessing the power of the vacuum field as a source of potentially infinite quantities of energy, and the possible impact this could in turn have on the Earth's climate.
The girls had not been searching long for the Professor when the man himself came bounding up the stairs from his basement laboratory (he had a another, less well-equipped lab at his office in Townsville Polytechnic), screaming, "Eureka!"
"What is it, Professor?" Blossom was the first to ask, concerned about her father's unusually excited behaviour. The Professor noted her reaction, and attempted to reclaim his normally calm exterior.
"I'll just get us all some drinks and sandwiches, honey, and then I'll tell you all about what I've just discovered."
Five minutes later, armed with enough sandwiches and soda to feed the entire street, they sat down to listen to the Professor's explanation.
"You see girls, I've been trying for the last year or so to perfect a new matter transportation device."
"Cool!" interjected Buttercup. "You mean like the transporters in Star Trek?"
The Professor chuckled at the pop culture reference. "Nice guess, but no dear."
"Aw, sh..."
"Buttercup!" gasped Blossom, amazed that her sister would swear so freely.
"If you'd listened closely, sis, I said 'Aw, shucks...'. Just goes to show what's going on in your head, eh?" Buttercup shot back, smugly. Blossom just grumbled.
"Could you tell us more about this device, daddy?" asked Bubbles sweetly.
"Of course, sugar. No Buttercup, it's more like a massively high-tech cannon."
"Still kinda cool, but what's the point."
"Yeah dad, cannon's have been around for centuries. How's this one different?"
"This one has unlimited range."
"What?!?!" chorused all three girls.
"Unlimited range. And the velocity of the projectile it fires..."
"What's a prosh...a prodej...one of them?" asked Bubbles.
"Anything that's fired into the air."
"Oh right. Thanks Buttercup."
"...is only limited by the power input. But I've also managed to tap into an infinite energy source, which means this device can launch any object at ANY velocity."
Three small mouths hung open at that last statement. The Professor couldn't help but laugh at their expressions before gently pushing their chins back up.
"Yes, I felt that way too when I first realised what I'd built. Now all it's missing is a name. Come on, you can help me test it out."
"If it hasn't got a name yet," asked Blossom, as they all got up and headed towards the basement, "what are you calling it?"
"For the moment", said the Professor, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "it's just "the device", or Project TPXU314159. I know, pretty poor names. What do you think I should call it?"
"How about the Infinicannon?" asked Bubbles. Everyone just stared at her. "Well, it has an infinite power source, and it's like a cannon, so why not?"
"Infinicannon..." pondered the Professor, absent-mindedly ruffling Buttercup's hair. "Yes, it's got a definite ring to it. That's what I'll call it then - the Infinicannon."
To be continued....