Hey everyone, I was bored after dinner and wanted to do something(while everyone slept the turkey off). So I decided to do something special and make a PPG oneshot revolving, drum roll please *drum roll* Thanksgiving! Don't look at it as a serious oneshot, with any sort of plot. I just found a random idea and combined it with a serious idea to make epic awesomeness. Hope this give you a little laugh. :D read and let me know what you think. I might just decide to do something like this for the next holiday as well if it's liked. So review! :) enjoy!


There was no holiday that Blossom loved more than a nice, family oriented Thanksgiving. It was the one day of year she was in charge of. Well, to be technical, she had been in charge of meals for nearly every day of the year. But something about the holiday made it seem all the more meaningful.

Today couldn't have been a more perfect day for Thanksgiving. Silence among the citizens, fight free(as far as fighting crime goes), a picturesque sky outside, and a day alone in the kitchen to cook.

"This," she muttered to herself. "is going to be the best Thanksgiving yet."

"I certainly hope so." Buttercup said as she sauntered into the kitchen. Settling herself at one of the two barstools in front of Blossom, still dressed in her green and black pajama pants, with the matching green tank top, she said, "It's eight in the morning on Thanksgiving. How are you up and already at work? Don't you ever sleep in?"

She didn't meet the eyes of her raven hair sister as she set the two pots on the stove to boil. "I'm a morning person," she said simply.

Buttercup let loose a groan and hopped off the seat. "I'm going to go wake up the Dad and Angela for the Macy's parade. She's adamant in watching it, and then Dad is going to join in watching the football game."

"Have fun with that," she said nonchalant, chopping the potatoes into small bits and slipping them into water to boil. Just as Buttercup started for the door, recollection hit her like a slap in the face. "Buttercup, wait." Her raven haired sister turned back to her, curiosity on her face. "The Professor and Angela are in the best mood possible on Thanksgiving, there's no better opportunity to tell them about your… situation than like today."

Buttercup's green eyes went huge, her hand instantly shooting to her stomach. "Maybe you're right… I'm scared though."

There was no denying telling their father and step mother would be difficult to do. This was not exactly an easy declaration for anyone, especially a teenager of Buttercup's age. Barely at the peak of eighteen, a senior in high school, was she struggling to bear the worst news a parent could hear uttered from their teenager's lips…their kid was knocked up.

Blossom dropped the oven mitts on the counter, and instantly wrapped her arms around her sister's quivering form. The embrace appeared to have calmed her sister, enough to work up the courage to continue on with her day. As she settled herself behind the counter once more, now along in her natural habitat (well, besides the library or school), she sighed deeply, muttering, "This is sure going to be an intriguing Thanksgiving."


"It sure smells mighty good in here," Bubbles said as she strolled into the kitchen midmorning, the Professor and former Ms. Keane trailing behind him. "When are we eating?"

Blossom stared up at her blonde haired sister, big blue eyes eager for an answer while hers were narrow slits. "It's not even half done. Now shoo," she said, waving her hands as she stared around at the remaining dishes. "I have to have silence."

The three family members exchanged bewildered, though in all honesty, none were surprised. Blossom was always very particular about the way she worked things. "Riiight," the Professor said. "Well, we just wanted to get a quick bite from the refrigerator. By the way, Blossom, have you seen Buttercup? She disappeared this morning, and didn't say where she was going."

Though her guess would have been into hiding, fearing that her eyes would give away the trauma eating at her, Blossom couldn't give a definitive answer. "Sorry Professor, she came in here to chat and said she was going to go wake you up for the football game and parade. That's the last I saw of her."

The Professor turned to glance at his wife. Angela's fingers pressed to her mouth in a form of contemplation. "The parade ended half an hour ago. She woke us up but never stuck around to enjoy the show with us."

"Maybe she went to make sure Mitch and Robin show up tonight." Bubbles added. "You did say it was fine for them to join in the festivities, right?"

"Of course sweetie, just as the Mayor and Miss Bellum are welcome as well."

"Although," the Professor stepped in. "I'm still quite nervous about having those Rowdyruff boys involved. I understand you and Boomer have become something of an item."

"Dad, we've been dating for almost a year." Evidently the Professor was having trouble accepting the thought.

He waved his hand dismissively. "Of course, of course. But, Butch and Brick are still a bit too wild. I understand their years of crime committing are more than over, but teenage boys can be difficult. Are you certain that you want them there?"

Bubbles frowned, looking at him as if the answer had been obvious. He could see there would be no debating with his "youngest" daughter. He turned his attention to Blossom, who had been mixing the ricotta gently into the baked ziti. "Blossom?" he called for her, a nervous though begging undertone in his voice.

She stared up at him, fighting back a laugh. "Ha, don't look at me. I am not going against Bubbles here. You know how she can be."

Bubbles rolled her blue eyes. "Uh, hello? I'm right here." She waved her arms around aimlessly. "I can hear you!"

Blossom frowned, as if that had been an irrelevant remark. "Brick knows how to be civilized. From what I can sense, I think he is actually looking forward to this. It's his first real thanksgiving. As with Butch. I don't think they will risk messing this up."

"That is quite true," Angela added, waving her finger around in agreement.

"Besides," Buttercup said, finally returning to the kitchen, startling everyone but Bubbles and Blossom. "I can keep Butch in line. He knows I'll kick his ass if he fucks up my holidays."

"Language," Blossom, the Professor, and Angela snapped in sync.

Buttercup rolled her eyes and sat at the table in the breakfast nook, grabbing an apple from the bowl in the center. "The point is, he'll end up in the dog house if he messes this up. And he is all too aware that is the worst place to be when it comes to me."

Bubbles giggled, nodding in agreement. "That he does. You two really need to just go out already. He practically worships the ground you walk on."

Buttercup stared up at her pink eyed "older" sister, nervous about saying anything, so she remained silent. The Professor stuck his fingers in his ears, muttering incoherently to block out the conversation. "La, la, la, la, la!" he said in a rush. "I don't want to hear anything about my little girl dating a Rowdyruff like Butch."

Though her head was down, Blossom saw her sister's eyes get huge under the veil of hair, and a pang of sympathy ran through her. She stared up at the smiling crowd and started shoving them out of the kitchen. "Okay, enough chit-chat. I have a meal to prepare! Skedaddle!"

They were quick to grab something to eat as she chased them off. She turned her attention back to Buttercup, whose face was buried into her hands, shoulders shaking ever so slightly. She could hear the soft sobs escape Buttercup's lips, a first she could recall her ever crying in almost ten years. She rubbed her sister's shoulders reassuringly.

"Don't worry BC, it's going to be fine. They'll be totally fine with it, I can feel it."

Her sister straightened up, sniffling a bit. But she knew she was fine, Buttercup was always comforted by the simplest things Blossom said, having been the leader of the Powerpuff Girls and all. It was a bond, only strengthened by the fact they were sisters, that made them closer than anyone could ever imagine.

She smiled up at her sister, nodding in agreement. "You're right. I'm just overreacting. They'll be totally fine with it. But will he?"

The father of the baby. Of course, how could Blossom forget that? She couldn't even begin to imagine how the father would react. "He's gonna be shocked as hell. But hey, he's a kid himself at heart. They will just get along great."

Buttercup laughed through another sob and shot to her feet. "Need help cooking?" she asked as she wiped away a tear.

Though Blossom was partial to the silence and serenity of being alone, she felt it was her duty to stay close to her sister, and give her all the support necessary. Besides, she could feel time creeping up on her, and sense she had fallen behind on cooking. She could use the help now. "Yes, actually. Check the turkey."

Her sister nodded and began her work, looking almost instantly relieved at the lack of time to think(it was not think or risk being burned by the oven). Silently, she went back to the ziti, eventually settling on mindless chatter to distract her sister a little more from her internal struggles.


The doorbell rang, and a quartet of "Can someone get that?" filled the house. Blossom grumbled as she wiped her hands in the nearest dish towel, removing her apron to answer the door. She ran at inhuman speed to the front door, swinging it open to see the tall build of none other than Butch standing in the door, two bottles of cider gripped in one hand by their narrow ends.

He had been leaning against the door frame, smirking at his counterpart's sister. "Pinky!" he said cheerfully, calling her by the name his brother used quite often.

The sound of a smack to the head, and an ouch come from Butch drew her attention to his left, where she took notice of Brick standing beside him, looking menacing and entertained at the same time. "That's my name for her. Get your own," he snapped at his brother.

She had been too distracted by Brick to actually register anything he said. Though he had been a tad shorter, and smaller in build than his exceedingly large football player brother, Brick had cuts on his arms and stomach that were just too sexy to ignore. The medium build was still nice when not compared to his brother. But Blossom had never been partial to the overly bulky football type. To her utter dismay, Brick was exactly her type. Sexy, smart, and a bit dangerous (something she hated to admit was beyond attractive).

He could see her staring, though she had been discrete about her actions, but he was careful not to make remarks of it. He rather liked the attention from her. She was one of the most "coveted" prizes of Townsville high. Class president, valedictorian, sexy beyond comprehension, and legs up to Canada, he couldn't help but be proud she had her sights, however narrow they may be, on him rather than one of his brothers.

"You gonna to let us in? Or do we need to pay an admission fee?" Butch asked her, snapping both Brick and Blossom back to reality.

She smirked at him, honestly amused by his non-sexual humor. Stepping aside, she grabbed the bottles from Butch as they stepped inside the house, the very house they'd had since they were five (with a few additions to the house from a few years prior).

"Dinner will be ready soon. I just have a bit left. You're a little early," she stared down at her watch, readjusting her mental clock to three p.m. "So, if you would be so helpful, could you help set the table. Bubbles is at the airport picking Boomer up from his out of state concert."

Brick nodded, though he hadn't heard a word she said. His attention had been locked on taking in every little detail of her, from the black heels, to the nice hourglass shape she had from the matching jersey wrap dress. No pink shown anywhere his eyes could see; a first for her. Blossom had been doing the exact same with him, admiring the way his red long sleeve striped dress shirt and black jeans fit a little snug in all the right places, as well as, fighting back a soft moan at the way his muscles flexed when his thumbs rested at the edge of his pants pockets. Or the way she could see the muscle in his forearms when his sleeves were rolled up, as they were now.

Butch hadn't registered a word either, eyes glancing between the doorway of the kitchen and the stairs, hoping to catch sight of his raven-haired goddess. "Where's BC?"

"She went with Bubbles." Blossom fought back the small smile at the sudden disappointment apparent on Butch's face.

"Okay," he said simply, heading to the kitchen to sneak a piece of turkey when she hadn't been looking.

"Stay away from my turkey, boy! I'm gonna beat you with a wooden spoon if you even think about touching it," she called after him.

He poked his head a bit, smirking at her. "Kinky," he said, quickly disappearing before she had the chance to shoot lasers in his direction.

The doorbell rang once more, and she nearly skipped off to answer it, her mood suddenly quite chipper. Perhaps it was that everything had been coming together perfectly, or the way Brick's presence had that effect on her, but whatever it was, she wanted more of it.

She gripped the knob and swung the door open cheerfully, smiling up at Miss Sara Bellum and the Mayor. "Hello, dear. I hope we're not too early. I just wanted to make sure this," she nodded her head in the direction of the banana crème pie in her hands. "made it to dinner before someone," she nodded her head in the Mayor's direction. "got to it."

"Banana, banana, banana," the Mayor repeated childishly, extending his arms up in hopes to reach it from her high grip.

"I see what you mean," Blossom said, tearing her eyes away from the ridiculous behavior of the Mayor and at Miss Bellum. "Well, come in. I was just about to have Brick and Butch set the table. Bubbles and Buttercup should be here any minute with Boomer. Make yourselves at home."

They nodded graciously at Blossom and stepped inside, Miss Bellum taking the pie to the kitchen, only to be trailed by the stubby legged Mayor, struggling to keep up. Blossom let a small giggle escape her lips as she shut the door, only to nearly drop the cider bottles in her hand at the sudden sight of Brick right behind her after. He had been so close she could smell the mint of his breath, and his Abercrombie cologne. The scent combination drove her wild, sending her pulse into a frenzy. He caught the bottles, his hands encircling hers as they held the drinks. She felt her heart rate speed up, and prayed to God his super hearing didn't pick up the sound.

"Careful," he murmured darkly, a seductive hint to his voice. He slipped the bottles from her overly tight grip, fighting back a smirk of pleasure at the sight of how tense and enthralled Blossom was by his being there. "Perhaps I should take these."

"Perhaps you should," she mumbled almost incoherently.

Without another word, she watched him disappear into the kitchen, leaving her frozen in awe and bewilderment. She shook her head, almost hoping the action would shake off her mystification and daze in a literal sense.

She made her way back to the kitchen, smiling at Butch as he and Brick passed her, the exact dishes she had intended for the meal in hand, and made their way to the dining room. Sara had been putting the pie in the fridge, the Mayor nowhere in sight. To her surprise, had was settled at the other end of the kitchen, cowering in the corner with, what she thought was, a banana. "Um…" she said, trying to grasp what the Mayor had been doing.

Sara stared between her and the Mayor, shaking her head in disbelief and embarrassment. "I apologize. I found a banana in the fruit bowl and gave it to him, to save the pie. I hope that's alright."

Blossom smiled, fighting back a giggle as she nodded. "Absolutely," she said, but not without struggle.

The two guests made their way to the living room, being welcomed by the sound of a shriek from Angela, and the Professor's warm welcome. The small pitter patter of footprints followed in behind their exit, and little Gabriella, the newest addition to the Utonium family, smiled up at her "oldest" sister. "Bwossom!" she crooned childishly, rocking back and forth on her heels as she smiled hugely. "When is dinner? I hungwy!"

Blossom scooped her four year old angelic sister up, and kissed her cheek. "Almost done Gabby, I promise."

"Can we sneak and snack?" she whispered.

Brick chucked silently from the doorway, resting against its frame with his arms crossed, watching his counterpart's motherly side slowly surface. Blossom had yet to realize he had made an entrance, too distracted by her sister.

Blossom stared off, pretending to contemplate the question a moment. Gabby's bottom lip jutted out into a begging pout, her arms wrapping around her sister's neck. Blossom couldn't resist the baby face, and nodded. "Okay, just one. I have a few cupcakes left in the fridge. If you sneak one, you can have it."

Gabriella shrieked, laughing, only to fall silent and restart in hushed giggles. Blossom did as well. She kissed her sister's soft long brown hair and set her to her feet, the sound of her shoes clicking as they lit up at the edges all the way to the fridge. Blossom assisted Gabby by holding the door ajar a bit for her, while Gabby slithered in and nabbed a vanilla cupcake, topped with her favorite pink sprinkles. "Thank you, Bwossom!" she said, running to the table to sit and enjoy her delicious little snack.

Blossom couldn't help giggling at the sight, reminiscing about the early years of Gabby's life, and contemplating what it would be like when Buttercup's finally arrived.

"Intriguing little creatures they are," Brick said from the door, causing Blossom to jump, her hand pressing instantly to her heart at the surprise.

"Gosh, you scared me."

"I didn't realize I could scare a Powerpuff," he retorted, though he couldn't hold back the fascinated grin on his face.

She ignored his comment and proceeded to check the turkey. Without a word, she pulled it from the oven and set it on the stove, plating it. "Could you take this to the-" she jumped again at his sudden proximity, his face nearly inches from hers as he watched her actions from over her shoulder. "Shit, do you really feel the need to scare me like that?"

"Watch your language!" Gabriella called teasingly from the garbage can, struggling to open the lid and throw the evidence away. With triumph on her face, she wiped her small hands on the crème colored dress she wore and sauntered out.

Brick laughed, his husky tone filling the small space between them. "She is something," he muttered. "You were saying?"

She met his eyes from over her shoulder, stunned by how close his face was from hers. "C-can you take this to the table? Remind Butch I'm gonna beat him with the sp-, you know what, forget the last part. I'll be out in a minute; I just have to mash the potatoes."

He nodded somberly; his magma red eyes however, had a sparkle of excitement. Though she had yet to realize she was the reason his heart was beating as fast as hers. Before she had the chance to even get the masher and step up to the pot of diced potatoes, Brick had returned, leaning against the sink counter casually. He crossed his arms, watching her every move as if he were watching God himself doing the work.

"What are you staring at?" she asked of him as she mashed.

"You're doing it all wrong," he said.

"Of course he'd only stick around to belittle my actions," she thought to herself. "Uh, no. I'm doing it correctly."

"No, you're not."

She rolled her eyes. "Who's the one that took Home Ec. in school? Me, and I passed with flying colors. I think I can properly mash potatoes."

"The fact that you had to take it to begin with means you're nowhere near as skilled as I am," he retorted with a smirk.

She grumbled and slammed the masher down, though her hands never left the pot, and turned to glare at him. "I'm sorry, do you want to do this, Mr. Mom?"

Without a word, Brick stepped behind her, gripping her shoulders to face her in the direction of the pot. She couldn't comprehend what he had been doing until his arms went around her, his hands clasping around hers to assist her. She could feel everything of his pressed against him, his chest firmly against her back. It was the first time they had ever gotten this close, and she had to admit, the warmth radiating off him was nice. Slowly, his hands guided hers as they finished the meal.

"Ah-hem," a voice cleared their throat from behind, startling the red duo at the stove.

The two stared up, trying to appear as innocent as possible, and smiled at Buttercup and Bubbles. "Did we miss something?" Bubbles asked her sister beside her.

"Those mash potatoes better not taste like your nasty kinky sex. Or I'm gonna fling a big ol' helpin' in your hair."

Blossom felt her face get hot at Buttercup's comment. Nervous and embarrassed, she pushed Brick away, stepping as far as the little space would allow her to. "It wasn't like that. Brick was just trying to school me in the art of potatoes mashing."

"Well, something was mashing but it sure as hell wasn't the potatoes," Buttercup said, her gaze shooting further down Brick's form than Blossom was comfortable with.

Brick crossed his arms and glared. "It wasn't like that."

Bubbles giggled and skipped out of the kitchen, Buttercup following suit without a word. Blossom felt her heart beat skip and quickly served the mash potatoes, praying she could go faster to get the hell out of that kitchen.

Brick followed further behind her as she left the kitchen, both stunned to see everyone already gather behind the large dining room table. The Professor sat at the head, the patriarch of the family, with Angela and Gabby on each of his sides. Sara sat beside Gabby, the Mayor on Sara's right. Across from her sat Buttercup, who nervously sat with Butch to her left, though something in her eyes made Blossom realized she was thrilled to have her friend Butch beside her. The lovey-dovey couple sat at beside him, both, surprisingly, making googly eyes at the food rather than each other. The Professor had never looked more relieved.

Brick sat beside Blossom, who had settled herself across from the Professor, leaving the last remaining seat between him and the Mayor barren. She could sense he was uneasy about the little man, eager to keep away from him and his peculiar ways.

"So," the Professor chimed in. "Shall we say grace?"

Though basically everyone at the table had no religious affiliations, it was a tradition to thank whatever "forces" had brought them together, and give a moment of silence to those who did have affiliations like Angela and Sara did. Though Blossom was almost entirely certain they were the only two who did so, the rest eager to get the silence done with and dig in.

When the silence had finished, the hands grasped at the array of food before them faster than anyone could have thought humanly possible. "My gosh, there has to be every type of food imaginable here," Bubbles gushed, only to shriek shortly after. "Oh my gosh! You made tofurky!"

"Of course," Blossom said with a warm smile. "I didn't forget you had decided to go vegan rather than vegetarian. I made absolutely certain not to forget that."

Bubbles leaned over and kissed her sister's cheek, digging in. Boomer beside her smiled and helped himself as well, though he couldn't be more carnivorous than a T-Rex, or, well, Butch.

The chatter filled the room, laughter shortly following suit. Everything went so smoothly that Blossom was almost ready to pinch herself to be certain it was all real. Nothing in her life went this smoothly. And then…

"Mwahahaha!"

…Mojo happened.

The door flung open, thankfully enough, and Mojo stepped in with his contraption that could only be guessed to be a ray gun of some sorts, laughing manically. "I am Mojo Jojo! Here to kill…the Powerpuff Girls."

"Yeah, yeah," the crowd said, barely audibly or with any form of emotion whatsoever, no one tearing their eyes away from the food.

Mojo stared around, almost confused for a split second, and then waved his gun around aimlessly. "I am Mojo Jojo! Here to kill the Powerpuff girls!" The lack of response bewildered Mojo, and he let the ray fall to his side, defeated. "Doesn't anyone care about me, Mojo Jojo, which is to say I am the very same evil villain Mojo Jojo, who has spent the past thirteen years trying to kill the Powerpuff girls, is here to do that very job, meaning I am here to kill your precious Powerpuff girls, in this place and time, meaning the current moment in which the time is current, and…no one cares?"

"Nope," everyone said in sync, continuing to eat away. Evidently those thirteen years had grown to be repetitive and tedious to them all. Even little Gabby seemed almost bored of the subject, giddily eating her corn and turkey.

Mojo's shoulders slumped, and he had never felt more defeated in his life than at this present moment. With a defeated sigh, he turned and made his way for the exit.

To everyone's utter surprise, the Professor shot to his feet, arms open in a welcoming gesture. "Wait, Mojo." The stout little monkey stopped midstep, turning to face the Professor. "It's Thanksgiving. And sure, your evil and want to kill my daughters, but no one should be alone on Thanksgiving."

"Yeah," Butch said through a mouth of potatoes. "Even Him's got a hot date for tonight."

Buttercup smacked him on the back of the head, glaring. "Don't talk with your mouth full." All Butch could do in response was smirk at her playfully.

"My point being," the Professor continued. "is that you should stay. Join us for dinner."

The six super powered teens exchanged perplexed glances, but they merely shrugged it off. Blossom glanced over her shoulder, taking in the equally confused Mojo.

"Oh?" he said in that thick voice of his.

"They've got banana crème pie!" the Mayor called out happily.

Mojo's mood shifted, and he perked up. "Okay!" he said huskily, shutting the door and settling in the seat between Brick and the Mayor.

Brick met Blossom's nervous glance, a particularly irritated one of his own. He wasn't pleased having his own creator perched beside him, stuffing his face like, well, an animal.

"O-kay?" Angela said as the Professor sat down, smiling happily to her. "Well, now that that's settled, how's everyone been? Any intriguing stories to tell?" She glanced down the table at a full mouthed Boomer. "Boomer how was your out-of-state concert? First one ever! It must have been exciting."

He froze mid bite, struggling to get what was already in his mouth swallowed. With a nervous, hard swallow, he nodded and smiled. "Actually, it was great. San Diego is amazing. Nice vibrant city, fast paced, exciting. My kinda town. It's one of the few places I've been that can keep up with my exuberant personality."

All laughed, enjoying the light and airy conversation. No tension seemed to linger despite the peculiar new arrival. "Should we be expecting to see your name in lights any time soon?" she asked.

Boomer seemed almost hesitant, staring between Angela and Bubbles, who got a befuddled, almost nervous look in her blue eyes. "Actually, I was just offered a contract with a big name label company. They made bands like Linkin Park what they are today. Offered me a two year contract."

The table was in an uproar of "congrats", followed by a round of applause. Well, all but Bubbles. She remained silent beside him as the praise ensued, eyes never leaving Boomer's. "Why do you make it sound like a bad thing?" she asked. "I can hear the 'but' coming."

The table grew silent, having not taken notice of that themselves. He sighed, swallowing his nervousness like it were a large, uncomfortable pill. "But…" he started. "They want me to go on tour for a year, in Europe."

Bubbles eyes grew huge, and not with excitement, but with betrayal and pain. "What?" she said almost inaudibly.

"If I say yes, I leave a week after graduation."

Blossom watched as Bubbles' bottom lip began to tremble, and she stared down at her lap, if only to avoid Boomer's gaze. "That, uh, wonderful Boomer." Blossom had no idea what else to say, afraid to step on anyone's toes. "How about a toast, to Boomer's skyrocketing career."

"I second that," Angela quickly added, raising her glass. All followed suit. "To Boomer's skyrocketing career. May he go far and live a prosperous life doing what he loves."

"To Boomer," the rest chimed in, almost hesitantly.

Buttercup couldn't meet anyone's eyes, her glass raised halfheartedly. Blossom could see her face, and wondered if Buttercup's nervous pants were because she were going to be sick or something much more nerve racking.

Buttercup pants quickened ever so slightly before she opened her mouth and said, "I'm pregnant."

All stilled in silence where they were, the small helping of mash potatoes falling from the Professor's fork mid-bite. Blossom couldn't help smacking herself in the face, muttering, "Oh shit," under her breath.

"Mommy, what's pregnant?" Gabby said, breaking the silence first.

It took Angela a brief moment to find her voice, and tear her utterly panicky gaze from the distraught Buttercup. "It's grown up stuff sweetie," she said simply. She stood up, quickly going around the still frozen Professor (fork still half way to his mouth) and grab Gabby from her seat. "Let's go play in the living room."

"But I'm not finished, mommy," Gabby protested.

"Just for a little while, baby." And without another remark from anyone, the two disappeared into the living room.

"You're what?" the Professor finally said, lowering his fork to the plate.

Buttercup was hesitant a moment, staring at from under her lashes at Butch, who was trying to chug water as if it would help anything, and the Professor. "I'm pregnant…" she admitted. "with Butch's baby."

Evidently the chugging water hadn't been as helpful to Butch as he had wanted. He spat out the water, soaking Mojo and the Mayor, before falling into a coughing fit. "I'm sorry," he said between coughs. "With who's baby?"

She met his oddly jade green eyes and frowned, well, more like glared. "You're kid, smartass. Did you forget about that hot night after homecoming?"

"But-I-we…" he hesitated, starting again. "We used protection."

"Oh my god," the Professor muttered, looking as if he were ready to faint. "I knew this was going to happen. You stole my little girl's virginity!"

"Anyone else feeling awkward here?" Brick muttered under his breath.

Sara, the Mayor, and Mojo nodded in agreement, trying to be as inconspicuous with their moves as possible. Blossom glared at him, and he mounted, "what?" innocently.

She fought back the urge to roll her eyes and stood up to stand beside her sister. Resting her hand on Buttercup's tense shoulder, the feeling almost, almost, calmed BC. "Dad," she said, knowing that he loved more than anything to be called that. "Please don't be mad at her. She's been struggling with this for weeks now. She-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Butch said, stepping back into the conversation. He stared at his counterpart, sympathy and irritation fighting to be the dominant emotion on his face. "You've known about this for weeks and didn't tell me?"

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hey Butch, remember that night after homecoming where we went at it like wild monkeys?'" Mojo shifted awkwardly, the analogy making him feel uncomfortable. "'Yeah, well the friction must have cut the condom because guess what, I'm pregnant!' Like that would have been an easier conversation."

She slumped in her seat, crossing her arms in her signature defiant move. He scoffed, glaring at her. "Oh, and so randomly putting it out there at dinner is making it any better?"

"Enough!" I said, the windows shaking at the sudden intensity of my voice.

The sound of footsteps filing in broke the silence and all turned to see Mitch and Robin stroll in. "Hey ya'll! We ended up making it! I just-" but Robin fell silent, taking in the obvious tension that filled the room. "Oh… did we just walk in on something?"

"You missed a lot," Brick mumbled, turning his attention back to his counterpart.

Bubbles finally came to, as had Boomer. "Whoa," he said. "And I thought I had life changing news."

"What did we miss?" Mitch inquired.

Just then Angela stomped back into the room, a look of irritation they haven't seen on her face since she was their teacher in kindergarten all the more present now than before she had left. "How could you go and get pregnant young lady?" she yelled.

Mitch and Robin's eyes went huge, finally grasping the situation. "Ooh, we're here just in time. Gotta love these family gatherings."

All ignored them, noticing Angela was about to yell once more. "Who is the father?" she asked as she came around to stand behind the Professor, just as Blossom had for BC.

Instantly everyone's finger's shot to Butch, and Angela actually fainted. Sara gasped and went to help her, fanning her with a napkin nearby.

"How could you?" the Professor asked softly, his voice breaking. "My little girl."

Buttercup said nothing, eyes filling to the brim with tears. Butch's irritation faded instantly and his arms went around her, comforting her. Blossom felt her eyes getting misty as well, but she fought back any sort of emotion tied to it. "Alright, that is it. I work all day for a nice Thanksgiving. I wanted this to be perfect, because I wanted you," she jabbed a long milky white finger at her father. "to be happy so she could break the news to you. I have been comforting her saying you love her enough that you could accept this. You wouldn't have been surprise had it been Bubbles who got knocked up!"

"Hey!" Bubbles objected, unsure whether to be insulted or hurt.

"But when it's Buttercup you assume it's another one of her fuck ups, or what you consider fuck ups. I never have. And I think she is just as great a sister as I did before she were pregnant, and will continue to long after the kid as moved out of her house. She's been too scared to tell you because you two pass judgment on her like she is the world's worst daughter sometimes. Of course she wouldn't be thrilled to tell you, but I was stupid enough to think you cared about her."

The guilt that washed over her father's face broke her heart, especially knowing she had broken his with her words, but she remained adamant in her tone and expression. Blossom set her sights on Butch, and he legitimately cowered back in his seat. "And you! How could you knock up my sister! You idiot! Don't you know to use a double condom? They apparently need to make one big enough to fit that ginormous head of yours. You better take care of my sister, and that baby, because it is you kid too. DNA test proved it. If you fuck up that kid, I swear to god I will beat you with a crow bar so hard your grandkids will feel."

"I will," he said somberly.

Buttercup sniffled and stared up at him. "What?"

"Of course I would, why would you think I wouldn't?"

"Because you're the biggest dumbass this side of the Mississippi?" Boomer said from the side.

"With the idiocy and mind of a five year old yourself?" Brick added.

"Oh shut the fuck up," he snapped, turning his attention back to Buttercup. "I have been sweet on you for almost two years, and you think I wouldn't want to help raise your kid? My kid? I see how much you really know me."

She couldn't help but laugh and smile as she curled up into Butch's embrace.

Blossom smiled a moment, but that vanished at the sight of her step mother coming to on the floor. "Both of you, you better learn to accept you daughter, and this grandchild. Because you're going to lose both, plus one if you don't."

"Plus one?"

"Yes, dad. Me, I wouldn't stick around any longer than Buttercup did. Not if you couldn't accept her for her mistakes and love her just as much."

"Me too," Bubbles said, coming to stand beside Blossom.

The Professor stared at his wife as she stood up, and then back to his daughters huddled together. "I don't see we have much a say in this matter. You seem to have it all planned out." He stared at his plate a moment, contemplating what to say. "I suppose I'm going to have to accept that…" all were silent, nervous and almost eager to see where he went with this. The smile on his face as he looked up was more reassuring than his words. "I'm going to be a grandpa!"

Buttercup gasped a moment, before flying from Butch's grasp and into her father's embrace. She laughed through her tears, only growing stronger as Angela joined in.

Bubbles sobbed happily as she returned to her seat, smiling at the joyful scene. Butch stared up at Blossom, smiling, but instantly disappearing at the glare that could put Brick to shame. "Take care of her, got it," he said to her softly.

The words were evidently enough encouragement for Blossom. She stepped back, nearly running into Brick as his arm suddenly snaked around her waist. "That was some show. I don't think I've ever heard you curse."

She was frozen a moment, her attention still locked on the fact his arms had remained around her waist. "Well, I had to step in. She's my sister."

He was silent a moment, a smirk in place as he glanced over her angelic face. "Well," he started. "seeing as how this is a time for declarations, I think this is perfect for my declaration." Without a word he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her forcefully and passionately.

"Not another one," Mitch said from the side, though Blossom barely registered it as her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers locking in his short auburn hair.

"Gotta love these get together," Robin added, staring over the scene with an amused expression. "Ooh, tofurky!" she said as she settled in Blossom's old chair.

Their lips never parted, the kiss only deepening as the rest watched in awe. Butch followed suit with his brother, and pulled Buttercup in a soft, warm embrace, lips pressing to hers as well.

A few awes filled the air, giggles escaping as they watched the romance erupt. Bubbles giggled and sighed happily. "I'm going to be an aunt!" she said giddily, slumping back into her seat. "Gosh, I can't wait to see what happens at Christmas…"

Well, hope this was funny. It wasn't meant to be serious, or anything of the sorts. Just meant for randomness and hilarity. I hope this gave you a good laugh. HAPPY THANKSGIVING! :D