A POWERPUFF CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER 1
The city of Townsville...is celebrating Christmas. Snow littered the
ground and floated all over the sky. People bustled everywhere buying gifts,
returning gifts, or having gifts wrapped. On ever corner stood a Santa Claus,
ringing his bell, collecting money for the poor.
And, of course, children. They were everywhere enjoying the holiday.
Several kids were building a snowman while another group had a snowball fight.
Yes, everyone in Townsville was ready for the Christmas season.
Everyone except for the students at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. They still
hadn't been let out from school for the Christmas break yet. So while the
younger kids played and the adults shopped, these poor children sat in their
seats and waited, impatiently for the clock to read three p.m.
Their teacher, Ms. Keane, was busily writing out words on the chalkboard.
She was completely oblivious to the time. She was also oblivious to the fact
that the only student listening to her was Blossom.
Blossom always listened closely to the teacher. She enjoyed learning and
was always striving to get all the education she could. Her bright pink eyes
would search the board as Ms. Keane wrote, trying to find even the smallest
details.
She brushed her red hair away from her face and continued to listen
intently. She knew her sisters weren't listening, which meant she'd have to
explain it to them later. Even though they were all the same age, she felt, at
times like this, that she was the most mature. Perhaps even like the big sister
to the other two.
Beside her sat Bubbles. Unlike Blossom, she acted like the six year old she
was. She enjoyed coloring, stuffed animals, and singing. At the moment, she
was going with the first of her three loves. Before her on the desk sat a
picture she was working on of her and her sisters. She quickly grabbed a blue
crayon to finish her own eyes and dress. She didn't catch any of the things Ms.
Keane was saying, but she wasn't worried. Blossom always made sure she learned
anything she had missed during school. Without giving a second thought to the
class, she continued her drawing.
Buttercup, the middle child of sorts, wasn't enjoying herself as much as her
sisters were. She didn't like drawing and couldn't have cared less for what the
teacher was saying. She like action and excitement. She wished the hotline
would ring so she could leave to fight a monster or something. She cocked her
head and her large green eyes looked at the clock for the hundredth time. Two
fifty-eight, it read. She let out an exasperated sigh and tried to think of a
way to pass the time.
The three of them were created by Professor Utonium. He had been attempting to
create the perfect little girl, using sugar, spice, and everything nice.
However, he had accidentally added Chemical X to the concoction creating the
Powerpuff Girls. They soon discovered that they had superpowers and had
dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.
Unfortunately for Buttercup, being a superhero didn't exclude her from school.
What she found even more unfortunate was the fact that things had been extremely
quiet lately. Very little crime had taken place, which meant no fighting for
her.
Finally, the bell rang and they were free to leave for two weeks of vacation.
Buttercup was the first out the door followed closely by her sisters and the
other kindergarteners.
"Free at last!" Buttercup screamed.
Bubbles squealed, happily, and yelled out, "Presents"
"Remember, girls. Just because we're on vacation, it doesn't mean crime stops.
We have a responsibility to protect the city no mater what"
Buttercup looked at Blossom with distain as she finished her speech. Boy, she
sure knows how to ruin a good time, she thought.
Bubbles, however, wasn't fazed by what Blossom said and continued to happily
talk about what she wanted for Christmas.
Finally, they reached the front door of their home to be greeted by Professor
Utonium.
"Hello, girls," he began. "I'm glad you're home from school. I have a surprise
for you."
"A puppy?" Bubbles guessed, hopefully.
The Professor chuckled. "Not quite, but it's still pretty good."
He stepped aside and the girls were shocked to see three boys who looked very
similar to the Rowdyruff Boys. The only difference was the color of each boy's
shirt and eyes. One was purple, one was gray, and the other was brown.
The girls weren't sure what was going on, but something didn't seem right.
CHAPTER 1
The city of Townsville...is celebrating Christmas. Snow littered the
ground and floated all over the sky. People bustled everywhere buying gifts,
returning gifts, or having gifts wrapped. On ever corner stood a Santa Claus,
ringing his bell, collecting money for the poor.
And, of course, children. They were everywhere enjoying the holiday.
Several kids were building a snowman while another group had a snowball fight.
Yes, everyone in Townsville was ready for the Christmas season.
Everyone except for the students at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. They still
hadn't been let out from school for the Christmas break yet. So while the
younger kids played and the adults shopped, these poor children sat in their
seats and waited, impatiently for the clock to read three p.m.
Their teacher, Ms. Keane, was busily writing out words on the chalkboard.
She was completely oblivious to the time. She was also oblivious to the fact
that the only student listening to her was Blossom.
Blossom always listened closely to the teacher. She enjoyed learning and
was always striving to get all the education she could. Her bright pink eyes
would search the board as Ms. Keane wrote, trying to find even the smallest
details.
She brushed her red hair away from her face and continued to listen
intently. She knew her sisters weren't listening, which meant she'd have to
explain it to them later. Even though they were all the same age, she felt, at
times like this, that she was the most mature. Perhaps even like the big sister
to the other two.
Beside her sat Bubbles. Unlike Blossom, she acted like the six year old she
was. She enjoyed coloring, stuffed animals, and singing. At the moment, she
was going with the first of her three loves. Before her on the desk sat a
picture she was working on of her and her sisters. She quickly grabbed a blue
crayon to finish her own eyes and dress. She didn't catch any of the things Ms.
Keane was saying, but she wasn't worried. Blossom always made sure she learned
anything she had missed during school. Without giving a second thought to the
class, she continued her drawing.
Buttercup, the middle child of sorts, wasn't enjoying herself as much as her
sisters were. She didn't like drawing and couldn't have cared less for what the
teacher was saying. She like action and excitement. She wished the hotline
would ring so she could leave to fight a monster or something. She cocked her
head and her large green eyes looked at the clock for the hundredth time. Two
fifty-eight, it read. She let out an exasperated sigh and tried to think of a
way to pass the time.
The three of them were created by Professor Utonium. He had been attempting to
create the perfect little girl, using sugar, spice, and everything nice.
However, he had accidentally added Chemical X to the concoction creating the
Powerpuff Girls. They soon discovered that they had superpowers and had
dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.
Unfortunately for Buttercup, being a superhero didn't exclude her from school.
What she found even more unfortunate was the fact that things had been extremely
quiet lately. Very little crime had taken place, which meant no fighting for
her.
Finally, the bell rang and they were free to leave for two weeks of vacation.
Buttercup was the first out the door followed closely by her sisters and the
other kindergarteners.
"Free at last!" Buttercup screamed.
Bubbles squealed, happily, and yelled out, "Presents"
"Remember, girls. Just because we're on vacation, it doesn't mean crime stops.
We have a responsibility to protect the city no mater what"
Buttercup looked at Blossom with distain as she finished her speech. Boy, she
sure knows how to ruin a good time, she thought.
Bubbles, however, wasn't fazed by what Blossom said and continued to happily
talk about what she wanted for Christmas.
Finally, they reached the front door of their home to be greeted by Professor
Utonium.
"Hello, girls," he began. "I'm glad you're home from school. I have a surprise
for you."
"A puppy?" Bubbles guessed, hopefully.
The Professor chuckled. "Not quite, but it's still pretty good."
He stepped aside and the girls were shocked to see three boys who looked very
similar to the Rowdyruff Boys. The only difference was the color of each boy's
shirt and eyes. One was purple, one was gray, and the other was brown.
The girls weren't sure what was going on, but something didn't seem right.