Fun"Isn't this fun?"
Buttercup throttles the bespectacled, tentacle-bearing beast writhing in her tight grip, a wild look in her green eyes and an eager grin cutting across her face. Blossom observes her violent demonstration of her version of 'fun' and disagrees with a grimace.
Buttercup's grins twists into her signature scowl, and she releases the yellow tentacle wrigging in her hold. "You're such a bummer, Blossom, god!"
Bubbles struggles to recapture the rampant monster as it flees, crushing a priceless monument of the mayor and a avenue of private businesses in the race to Monster Island through Maine street.
"You don't enjoy anything!"
Blossom folds her stubs across her striped dress and agrues: "I enjoy tons of things!"
Buttercup scoffs. "Yeah, sure," she says, disbelief oozing from every letter spat. "Like what?"
"Well," Blossom starts, her pink bug eyes darting from cloud to cloud in thought. "I like to study!"
"That's not fun, Blossom, that's work!"
Blossom's cheek puff up in indignation and she bites back: "It is to me!"