This has got to be the most random yet suspenseful story of mine yet. And, I know, I'm working on my other stories. I just had this lying around and thought I'd post it.

Deep in the night in the city of Townsville, an evil lurks and blooming the most atrocious kind of evil in his big evil mind. A plot that has been done before. Two times, actually. But this old monkey can't be taught new tricks that easily on such a dull time in life for this poor war sickened town; or can he? The causer of so much past stress and destruction, but that has always been defeated by three small girls, but which will not be girls any more if his plan hatches from it's bud and blossoms into the most evil of all… EVIL!

Power Puppy Love
by B-pod

Chapter 1-Pee Pee Leads To Kidnapping

"Quick! Quick! The bathroom's this way! Why did I ever let you convince me into a lemonade drinking contest?" Three little kindergarten girls, two with full bladders, we're happily enjoying their Saturday afternoon at the beach, in their cute color coordinated tankinis and huge sassy sunglasses. All was going as smooth as silk. That is, until the ones called Bubbles and Buttercup had the uncontrollable need to empty the tank after one of them challenged the other into said above contest.
"Me? You were the one who said I was too delicate enough to do it and made me make you," the cute little pigtailed blond with her sparkly blue eyes squeaked as sweat slowly dripped down her face.
"That's what you two get for being so stupid," the redheaded one exclaimed as if she was the only one who had some sense.
"Don't start, Blossom. Oh jeez, I can't hold it in much longer!" The short black haired one was screaming at this point, clutching the area where it was urging to release the lemonade.
"You can do it Buttercup. We're almost… What is this?" Bubbles shrieked as she and her sisters skidded to a stop in front of a huge crowd of angry women's backs that were blocking the way to the restrooms.

"This is some line," Blossom said, impressed. But it came to her attention that it was nothing of a line. Just a big mob of females who were shouting and complaining while waving threatening fists in the air. "Excuse me Ms, just what's going on here?" Blossom asked a tall pregnant women nearby.
"I don't know. It was like this when I got here, but I really need to go."
"Come on girls, let's go see what's causing this ruckus," said Blossom to her companions as she rose above the crowd.
"Alright! Free cuttsies," Buttercup cheered excitedly. The girls squeezed their way past the ladies blocking the door and looked around inside.

"Hey Brick, what are these little bucket things next to the toilets?" a little blond boy named of Boomer called across the room. The redheaded boy with his red backwards baseball cap floated over to see what his brother was talking about.
"That's where they keep barf bags. Girls have dumping problems and throw up in there cuz they can't handle it," he made up.
"Really? Cool," Boomer opened the lid and peeked his big sapphire blue eyes down the metal container. "This doesn't look like puke. Looks more like…"
"Hey Butch, you giving birth in there, or what? This place is stuffy and those hags out there are driving me crazy," Brick shouted through another stall.
"Almost don- oooh… I'll need some more time (fart)," came a shaky voice and a couple of smelly toots as an answer.
"What do you three think you're doing in here?" the leader Powerpuff demanded from the doorway.

"Hurry it up Butch, the Powderpuffs are here," Brick calmly said and knocked the back of his hand against the wall of the stall his brother was in. Before Blossom had a chance to correct her counterpart on their group name, she saw her two desperate sisters making their way past her and over towards the toilets.
"Where do you think you're going?" Brick, with Boomer soon tagging behind him, stepped in front of the puffs to prevent them from their destination.
"Move! Before I have to make you," Buttercup threatened, trying to get past, but they just moved in the way of whichever way they did. The four spent a couple of minutes with this, but not getting anywhere. Finally, one couldn't take it anymore. Little Bubbles fell to her knees.
"It's no use, I'm done!" she yelled, throwing her head up to the ceiling.
"Be strong Bubbles, you can hold it," Buttercup ushered.
"I CAN'T!" A puddle started growing underneath poor Bubbles' legs, and her scrunched up face began to relax.

Blossom covered her eyes like she couldn't bare to look, Buttercup gulped as she saw the relief on her wetting sister's face and started to need to go even more, Brick and Boomer called out the word "Eeewwwwwwwww" and exploded in fits of laughter on the bathroom floor. Bubbles face turned a bright pink and looked as if she was about to cry of shame.
"Baby made a wee-wee! She made a wee-wee!" Brick shouted, pinching his hurting stomach.
"Butch, come out you gotta-ha- you-you gotta s-he-ee this," Boomer cried, trying to breath, as he crawled to the door of the stall and was pounding rapidly against it.
"I am trying to concentrate in here if you don't mind," a struggling and annoyed voice came back.
"Whatever, you stick in da mud."

Bubbles wailed, her tears rushing down her cheeks and mixing into the yellow puddle beneath her. Everyone in the room, and just outside it covered their ears from the piercing cries. "SOMEBODY SHUT HER UP!" Brick screamed over the sobs.
"IT WAS YOU WHO MADE HER CRY IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Buttercup shouted back. Blossom ran by Bubbles' side and rapped her arm around her, struggling not to faint from the eardrum popping noise next to her ear.
"Don't cry Bubbles!" she tried comforting, though she could barely hear herself. "They're just immature boys, don't listen to what they say."
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screeched, burying her face in her hands.
"FOR CRACKERS SAKE, JUST CAN IT! YOU'RE GONNA KILL US!" Brick yelled, pulling his hat over one ear.
"How about you can yourself? You're not making things any easier!" Blossom shouted at him.
"Don't tell me what to do! Babying her isn't gonna do spit!"
"I'm not babying her, I'm comforting her! And you being a jerk isn't helping, so leave this to me!"

"Yeah," Buttercup joined in, "Who do you think has to put up with her crybaby attitude every day?" Bubbles looked up at her sister with hurt eyes. She stood to her feet, and raced out of the bathroom, still sobbing. Blossom frowned at the taken-a-back Buttercup. Brick Boomer, and Butch, who fell out of the stall with his pants down, all collapsed on the floor like they had just gotten shot.

"Finally!" Boomer sighed.
"I thought we were being bombed," Butch exclaimed.
"Buttercup, you go and apologize to her this minute!" Blossom ordered.
"What do I have to apologize for?" she protested.
"Yeah, she saved our lives," Brick cackled.
"Stop it, you!" Blossom snapped. "You know very well what you did. You hurt her feelings."
"Oh, well excuse me. Why don't you through me in jail?"
"Why don't you give her a metal?"
"Why don't all of you shut your pot holes, and why don't you find your sister and say you're sorry before I tell the Professor?" Buttercup rolled her eyes at her leader with exaggeration.
"Fine, Mom. But I don't mean it." The girl shot through the ceiling.
"AND USE THE DOOR NEXT TIME!" Blossom shouted before turning back to the boys, who were still lying on the ground. "And you three better stay out of trouble, or you'll be hearing from me. I'll get you later."
"Ooh, we're shaking now." Blossom ignored her counterpart and exited through the whole in the ceiling Buttercup had made. Brick stood up and rubbed his popping ears.
"...Butch, pull your pants up."

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Bubbles sat on a bench outside China town, sniffing and rubbing her blood-shot blue eyes. She made a whining sound when she saw her nose was starting to drip and she didn't have a tissue to clean it with. A hand suddenly appeared in front of her face with a clean ex in it. She looked up to the owner of the outstretched arm and saw a man in a trench caught and sunglasses. "Aw, why is the lil baby crying?" he asked in a baby voice.
"I am NOT crying! And I am NOT a baby!" Bubbles squealed. "I just... have allergies," she made up.
"Oh, of course," the short man said in an unbelieving tone. He propped himself up next to her, making her feel a bit uncomfortable. "May I ask what's upsetting you?"
"I'm not... Well, it's a long story," she began.
"I have time," he insisted patiently.
"Well, if you really want to know, IwasatthebeachwithmysistersandIgotinalemonadedrinkingcontestwithButtercupandthenwebothneededtogopeepeesowewenttothebathroombutitwas full sowewentinsidetoseewhatwaswrongandtheRowdyruffBoyswereintheresoItriedtogetpastthembuttheywouldn'tletmebyandIreallyreallyneededtogoandIcouldn'tholditanylongersoI peedrightthereinfrontofthemallonthefloorandtheylaughedatmeandIstartedcryingandthanButtercupsaidIwasacrybabysoIgotevenmoreupsetandranawayandhereIam."

The man was dazzled.
He blinked behind his shades and coughed, "I... I see."
"You understand me, don't you mister?"
The man almost laughed but instead answered, "Yes, sweet girl, yes. Why don't you come by my house and have some cookies?" Bubbles beamed at the idea of cookies, but remembered what the Professor had always warned them about. "Never talk, or go off with strangers."
"Thank you, sir. But I should be going now."
"Oh, no, really. My wife just made some fresh from the oven." Bubbles' tummy rumbled and her mouth watered.
"What flavor?"
"Well, what flavor do you like?"
"Chocolate chip."
"Than it's chocolate chip."
"Really? Ohhh, it is tempting..." Bubbles hesitated. "But I should really be getting home." Suddenly, a great boom sounded from a ways away, fallowed by a burst of flame and screams from the citizens. "Look out! We're being attacked!" Bubbles picked up the man and flew for cover in an alley just before a bomb hit them. Bubbles' heart was pounding as she scanned the area. A few kids were still out in the open, screaming for help. "Stay put, Mr. Man. I have to go and hel..." All turned black.

R&R if you can please. I know it's totally random now but it will all make sense later. Oh, and I didn't add this, but the reason the RRB were in the women's bathroom was because the men's was full, and they'd shoot lazers at any female who tried to get just because... well, ask them.