"Thus, the powerpuff-"

"Look! There's me!"

"We know Bubbles, we see it."

"-dedicated their lives to-"

"How cool were we?"

"-the forces of evil!"

Bubbles giggled as the camera focused on her. Blonde curly pigtails bounced around her six year old face as she twirled around, her tiny Mary Jane clad foot going straight for a dummies face.

She remembered the day well. Despite all the film crews best attempts, none of the footage they took of actual battles ever worked. So instead, they had them set up in an old dojo, which was later destroyed...

And it was great.

"Those were the days..." Buttercup said lazily. She fell against the arm of the couch and watched herself throw punches, and whatever else she could get her hands on. Everything his the wall and shattered like it were glass.

Blossom smiled. "Weren't they ever?"

"Why can't we go back?" Bubbles asked.

Ten years had passed since that documentary aired. Another eight had passed since anything had happened to Townsville. No attacks, no incidents, not even any emergency pickle calls from the major. The hot line had stopped ringing, the citizens of Townsville were starting to forget everything about their pint sized saviors.

"Because life sucks sometimes." the leader said with a shrug.

The professor sighed as he walked into the living room and saw the familiar movie playing on the flat screen TV. "Girls, you arent watching that again, are you?"

The three looked away sheepishly.

"You need to get out of this house again." he admitted. He slid the remote out from under Bubbles's limp hand and shut off the tv. "Really, it's been months since you girls have done anything."

Blossom jumped up. "He's right!"

"We've done stuff!" Bubbles said defensively, "I had three dance classes in the last week!"

Crossing her arms, Blossom asked "And your last competition or pageant was when?"

Under her breath the blond muttered, "Three months ago."

Buttercup didn't need to defend herself. A new boxing club opened up two blocks down from the Utonium house, and despite being told not to go, she and Mitch had no doubt gone every spare moment. She instead made herself more comfortable on the cushion, and hid the fading bruises from the morning's brawl.

"It's been too long. I've decided that it's time for a change," he announced, "It's time for you girls to start to accept normal lives, and that means being around your peers, your old classmates, in public school."

The three gasped in horror. "Public school!"

"But Professor! What if we need to go save Townsville in the middle of class? Tats why we we're home schooled in the first place!" Bubbles cried. She pinched her arms and forced tears out of her eyes.

"No buts Bubbles, you're going. It'll be good for you. To finally get out, and be teenage girls. Now go get dressed, you have to tour the school in an hour."

It was at moment the girls felt the very last benefits of being powerpuffs slip away. Life would never be the same. Not unless the made it change again,