A/N I finished writing up the new chapter for It's Just A Girl But It's A Special Girl! Woo!

Boomer: Snickerdoodle doesn't-

Not yet, idiot!

Boomer: :'(

I'm not done with the author's note! I'll tell you when to say it. Okay, so, I finished updating my other story, and now I'm gonna update this, but I'm also going to try to figure out how to make a poll so that people can vote on their favorite Powerpuff pairings! And yes, I'll even include some gross ones like Ace/Buttercup and Princess/Butch and Bubbles/Him, but if anyone chooses those, don't think I'll write fan fictions for them! Ew! Also, I've decided -for this week only- -or maybe next week too- I'll do, what are they called? Dare fics? Whatever. If you have an idea or quote for me to use, review and I'll write a one-shot using it.

Now you can do the disclaimer.

Boomer: Snickerdoodle doesn't own any copyrighted material except for the stuff she has copyrights over.

Now let the chapter begin!

Here's Blossom's exact instructions on what to do while they were gone:

"Keep the doors locked. Don't let anyone in. We'll be back at 12:30. If you want food, you can make some. Love you, bye!"

So I wait a minute, and now I run to Buttercup's closet. I know that there is a shimmering blue gown in here. BC never wears it because she doesn't like the color blue. When she was a bit older than I am now and about my size, she bought this dress and tried it on. After wearing it around the house twice, though, -very impractical, by the way- she realized that it looked terrible on her. But it'll look beautiful on me. I put it on and twirl slowly in front of the mirror. Nice.

After that, I pull out a map and trace the way to the town hall. It will take me about thirty minutes to get there. So if I leave now and come back at midnight, assuming there's no delay, I should get home just in time to shut the door behind me, lock it, and act like I've casually been waiting by the door for five minutes. Perfect. Not to brag, but, I smile at my own brilliance.

I dig into the closet yet again, because I'm pretty sure Buttercup also bought shoes to go with the dress. Yes, there.

I look perfect. Like an angel.

But there's no time to stand around admiring myself! I run out the door and lock it behind me, then take off for Pokey Oaks Road, the easiest path to follow.

I arrive in twenty nine and a half minutes, as predicted. When I step inside, my favorite song, Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha, is playing. I run in and start dancing like some irresponsible seventeen year old partier who's not supposed to be out.

I don't like how extremely long my author's notes at the beginnings of the chapters are. Anyway… but at least this time the author's note was full of information! Except this chappie was too short. I wanted to make it longer but I had dinner, and homework.