Author's notes:
[I begin to slow down, completely exhausted from the entire "flying-for-my's-life" thing. Unfortunately for me, Blossom and Bubbles haven't broken a sweat.]
Me: Huff, huff, huff, No…more…*collapses on the floor* I'm sorry, huff, okay!
Blossom and Bubbles: Okay!
Me: Wait, huff, that's it?
Blossom: Yep, that's it.
Bubbles: We just wanted you to apologize.
Me: *vein pops out of my forehead* Then why have you been chasing me this whole time?!
Blossom and Bubbles: 'Cause its fun.
Me: *glares* Fine, whatever. *gets up and then flops back down on the sofa* *mumbles: At least I didn't call you anything bad*.
Butch: Aw man, that bites.
Buttercup: I wanted to see some action.
Me: Well, tough.
Boomer: Somebody's in a bad mood.
Me: *glares at Boomer* You would be too if you got attacked by those two. *points at Blossom and Bubbles*
Bell: Enough! *sighs and rubs her temples* Can we just play the movie?
Dexter: I must agree; I am most interested in knowing what happens next.
Me: *sighs*Okay. Cynthia, would you?
Cynthia: Of course, nya!
[Cynthia turns down the lights and then plops down next to me. Bunny also sits down and begins to hand out bowls of popcorn from her seat. I grab the remote and hit the "play" button.]
Akira-kun: *whispers so the others can't hear* Bailey does not own the Powerpuff Girls, or any related characters, as well as Sam, Zim, Gir, or The Grapes of Wrath. A special thanks goes out to Cynthia, Bailey's knew editor. Congratulations to you! Oh, and one more thing, the "ooOoOoOoOoOoo" things mean either a change of scene or a lapse in time. Please enjoy.
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And as Buttercup devoured her breakfast, and ran out of the dining hall before her mother forced her to do anything else with the family, she couldn't help but think that, that was what today was.
It was just another "perfect" day. Or so she thought…
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The morning sun steadily rose on the sea's horizon. Salty ocean waves crashed against the soft, snow white sand of a small island, filling its beach with glimmering shells and coral from deep below the ocean. The beach stretched for several feet before being abruptly cut off buy a thick forest. The sun's rays shined down in beams through the leaves of the tall canopy, filling the ground with small spotlights. The earth below was covered in emerald grass that was shining with the morning dew. But despite its natural splendor, an eerie and ominous aura filled the forest's atmosphere. The feeling of dread was so thick that you could practically slice it with a knife.
A quiet rustling was heard in one of the bushes scattered among the bases of the trees. In a blur of color, a figure quickly dashed from bush to bush, barely making a sound as it did so. This process continued on the sides of a long, worn, and beaten path that was created by the dozens of castaways that had traveled on it over the years.
The figure skimmed down the trail to a small, quaint, and seemingly peaceful village. Small children ran across its streets, while others walked in girl-and-boy pairs holding hands, smiling and laughing with each other. Yet, for some reason, there was not an adult to be seen. Only children played on its roads. The clang of pots and pans and the rustle of the market place filled the little town. However, the terrible feeling that consumed the forest also poured from the rural community; even the tiny villagers seethed of the terrible feeling of dismay.
The figure stopped for a moment behind one of the small huts, for there was nothing separating the village from the forest. It scanned the town for anything out of the ordinary, its blue eyes catching everything. It continued down the outskirts of the village until it arrived to a large tree rooted on the south side of the community. The figure put it's back to the tree's trunk so it could not be seen, then lightly tapped its trunk.
"Get down here bark butt," the figure whispered in a female voice. "It's time to give the morning report and if you make us late again, I'll ring your skinny little neck with one of your beloved vines!"
"Shut your metallic trap! I'm trying to spy on the worthless humans," retorted an annoying and almost alien voice from the leaves above the figure. "Plus, I do not have to take orders from the likes of you!" The girl growled at this and punched the base of the tree with tremendous force. The tree shook wildly from the power of her hit, resulting in something falling from it and landing on the ground with a loud THUNCK.
"You might as well come," she teased, "You're already out of the tree."
"Fine," the creature from the tree mumbled, "But mark my words, you will pay for your insolence!" The girl just rolled her eyes, scowling at the pitiful thing. Why did she have to be stuck with him of all people, or things, or whatever he was.
"Shut up and let's go," she said through gritted teeth, trying to control herself. Oh how she wished she could kill him right then and there, but the mistress would never approve of such a thing. They were her best and only generals, so the mistress would like them both alive. But, oh how much she wished she could knock his lights out then and there!
The girl speedily darted away from the village, down another path even more discrete than the one leading from the beach to the town. She followed the trail as it led to a gigantic mountain, not bothering to looking back to make sure her partner was in step with her. Farther and farther up the mountain she sprinted, following its many curves and jumping over the occasional boulder, until she reached a massive cave in the north side of the mountain.
Around the entrance of the cave, there was barely any plant life, so the girl could be seen more clearly. She had long brown hair that reached to her behind, which she had pulled back into a low ponytail with a dull gray ribbon, excluding two thick strands of bangs that fell around her face and reached down to her waist. She wore a plain white T-shirt, which she had tucked into her pants. Her pants were long in length and were the same dull gray color as her long tattered cape. The cape, instead of wrapping around her neck like most capes, was connected to a gray, jacket-like garment which only consisted of two gray sleeves that she wore over her shirt. Her pants were held up by a black belt and her shoes where black as well, with a metal circle placed right below her ankles. On her forehead was a red insignia of unknown meaning and origin to everyone but her and her mistress.
Where is that little runt? She thought angrily, clenching her hands which were covered by black biker gloves. Finally, a small green creature came crawling out of a nearby bush. His hands gripped the ground for dear life, and his body was covered in sweat. The creature was panting and wheezing like he had never taken a gulp of air in his existence. The girl took a good look at her partner as he tried to catch his breath. Her "colleague" was wearing a long dark pink shirt that had black, thin lines running horizontally through it to give it layered look. It also had long, light pink sleeves and a light pink collar that pointed out far beyond the creature's shoulders. Under the shirt he wore dark gray tights, and for shoes he wore almost-knee-high, black books that looked way too big for him. On his hands (if you could call them that) were black gloves that flared out in a funnel shape from his wrists. Also, he was completely bald and, instead of hair, he had to long, black antennas that were slicked back so they pointed behind him instead of strait up. Lastly, his eyes where entirely magenta, without the white that surrounded a normal person's eyes and a pupil. They were just one solid color.
"How dare you, Samantha, out run me, the great and all powerful Zim!" The creature shouted angrily, still trying to catch his breath. Zim shakily got back on his feet, utterly exhausted from trying to catch up to his swift comrade.
"Shut up, bark-for-brains!" Samantha growled. "And how many times have I told you that my name is Sam, not 'Samantha'?" Zim smirked.
"Well, what are you going to do about it, Sa-man-tha?"
"Why you insufferable–"
"DOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!" Shouted a loud, high-pitched, robotic voice. Both Sam and Zim turned toward the source of the interruption. Standing at the entrance of the cave was a small, dog-like creature. Its fur was neon green, except on its legs and arms, which were jet black. It had big bug eyes, with only a pencil dot for a pupil, which bugled out of its head. The dog had a small black nose and its pink tongue hung out of its mouth, though its mouth was closed. Also, it had long, floppy, black ears that stuck strait up like little horns. Finally, on its chest was an oversized zipper that zipped downward instead of up.
"Doom, doom, di, da, doom, doomie, doomie, doomie, doomie, doomie, doomie, doom, doom!" The dog sang, merrily skipping around Sam and Zim.
"Gir," shouted Zim, "I thought I told you to get rid of that stupid dog costume!"
"Love puppy!!! Love puppy!!! I'm so huggable…eat me!" Replied Gir as he hugged himself. Zim and Sam both sweat dropped at this.
"Well, what do you want?" Sam shot at the annoying pet.
"The generals are late! The generals are late!" Gir responded in a sing-song voice. Zim and Sam's eyes widen in fear. Oh crud, they thought simultaneously. "The mistress is waiting; the mistress is waiting, so you'd better hurry up!" He happy skipped in the cave continuing the "Doom Song", while the two generals nervously followed him.
If one were paying attention, he/she would be fascinated with what Sam and Zim saw. When first entering the cave, there was a long stone pathway that seemed to go on into infinity. But that was not the captivating part. What was so amazing about this hallway was that the walls were covered in dazzling jewels. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, you name it and you would most likely find it plastered there on the jewel encrusted walls. Sam would have taken some the jewels for herself years ago, if she were not so afraid of how angry the mistress would be if she found one of her gems missing. It was this same fear, fear of the mistress's wrath, which distracted their eyes from the bejeweled cave walls.
"Ow!" Zim yelped as Sam's hand slapped the back of his green, bald head. "What was that for?"
"For making us late, that's why!" She hissed. "If you would have come when I told you to and run faster, then we would have made it on time! This is all your fault!"
"It is never the fault of me, the great Zim! So it must be your fault!"
Sam was about to retort when she noticed they arrived at the temple. The temple was a large, circular room made completely of white marble. On the walls, lines were carved into strange shapes and patterns, all connecting to a rectangular stone table in the middle of the room. The lines ran up the sides of the table to the center of the table-top, where a large, beautiful flower grew. Its roots connected perfectly with the lines on the table, as if the flower was the one who made them. The flower had three monstrous petals: one sapphire blue, one ruby red, and one emerald green. In the center of the flower was a large crystal ball, which was filled with smoke that swirled and twirled as if trying to find an escape. At the opposite side of the entrance was a white marble throne, and sitting in it was the mistress herself.
"My mistress," Sam and Zim said at the same time as they bowed. Gir quickly scampered onto the mistress's awaiting lap, curling himself into a little ball.
"Sam, Zim, you're late again," the mistress calmly stated, her small, pale hand lightly petting Gir's head. "This is the third time this week. What am I going to do with you two?" Sam stood up and pointed her finger at the green creature next to her.
"It's Zim's fault! He wouldn't get out of his stupid tree when I told him–"
"SILENCE!" The mistress commanded. Sam immediately shut up and went back to her bowing position. The mistress sighed and continued to pet Gir. "I guess I could forgive you again, mistakes do happen." She leaned forward in her throne. "But don't let it happen again or I might not be so generous next time." Both Zim and Sam gulped.
"Zim!" She shouted. Zim stood at attention at the sound of his name. Silence consumed the room for a brief moment before the mistress raised her brow in expectation. Zim gave her a confused look, and then it clicked.
"Oh yes the morning report!" The mistress sighed at his idiocy while Sam sweat dropped. Zim cleared his throat. "The village is under control my mistress; there have been no signs rebellion among the townspeople."
"Excellent," the mistress said with a nod. "And how about the…search, how is that proceeding?"
"It is going perfectly as well," Zim continued. "Two more mateless females were caught and thrown to the camps with little resistance."
"Well, that is wonderful news! Good job, Zim." The creature beamed at the very rare compliment. "Sam!" The mistress called, moving on to her brunette general. Zim looked at Sam and smirked at her, giving her the "beat that" look. Sam smirked back, giving him the "watch and learn" look. She stood at attention, straightened her back and took a deep breath.
"Everything is under control at the beach as well, my liege." Sam began, "But something interesting was spotted near the perimeter." The mistress ears perked at the last statement. She motioned for Sam to continue. "A ship, my mistress, was closing in on the border. It looked to be cruise liner, between 1, 500 to 2,000 feet in length."
"A cruise liner," The mistress pondered aloud, "there must be tons of children on that boat." There was a certain glimmer of blood thirsty excitement in her eyes at the thought of it.
"My thoughts exactly," Sam continued, "And with that big of a boat, there's a chance they might be on it." The mistress clapped her hands is childlike wonderment.
"How elating! Today just keeps getting better and better!" The mistress exclaimed, now in a much superior mood than before. "Well done, Sam. I must commend you." Sam smiled proudly, snickering at a now bummed out Zim. I can't believe that she out reported me, the great Zim! He thought bitterly.
The mistress squeezed Gir excitedly, and then dismissed her minions. "You may go," she said with a flick of her wrist. Sam and Zim bowed once more before leaving the cave and going back to their daily duties.
Once they left, the mistress looked at Gir and smiled. "Some more people have decided to come for a visit!" She stated happily. Yet something in her cheerful voice was menacing and vengeful. "Let's watch the show, shall we?" She turned to the flower rooted in front of her. With a wave of her hand the smoke in the crystal cleared revealing a bird's eye view of a large ship, sailing peacefully on the calm seas. This should be fun, she thought. She smiled an evil grin and began to laugh a terrible cackle, while Gir danced along singing "They're doomed! Doomie, doom, doom!"
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"Come on, Blossom!"
"Not right now, Buttercup, I'm busy!"
"So reading your stupid book is more important than spending time with your sister?" Ha, got her there, thought Buttercup. Blossom looked up from The Grapes of Wrath to come face to face with her pouting, green-eyed sister. Blossom had been sitting in one of the stools of the outdoor bar reading her book when Buttercup decided to come and bother her. Yes, on the deck of the ship was a small bar that resembled something like tiki hut. Though, it wasn't much of a bar since neither of their parents drank alcohol and the girls were way too young to be thinking of such things. So the bar only served soda, juices, and the occasional Virgin Piña Colada.
"Look, I am at the climax of my novel," Blossom explained calmly, "and I would appreciate it if I could get some peace and quiet while I read." Buttercup, who had been sitting in the stool next to her redheaded sister, leaned back in her chair. She threw back her head and threw her arms up as well.
"But I'm bored!!!" The raven-haired girl complained as she spun her chair. "Stop being such a bookworm and play something with me!" Blossom grimaced at being called a bookworm, but held her tongue so as not to get into another argument with her temperamental sibling. "If you're so board then watch some TV or something."
"I already tried that, but nothing good is on."
"How about reading a book?"
"Good joke," the green-eyed girl laughed. Buttercup reading a book? The concept was hilarious in itself.
"Why don't you play house with me then?" Bubbles suggested, hugging Octi to her chest. "I've got plenty of dolls to spare." The blonde had been walking down the hallway to her room when she had overheard her sister's conversation. She was just as board as Buttercup was and smiled at the idea of playing a game with her elder sister. Buttercup gave Bubbles a blank look.
"Please, please, please, please!" Buttercup begged Blossom. "Don't leave me alone to play with Blondie over there." Bubbles smile dropped into frown. Blossom glared at Buttercup for being so mean. "No, and that's my final answer." The eldest triplet brought the book back up to her face and continued to read, showing her sister that she didn't want to hear another word about it. Buttercup glared at her and then got out of her chair, grabbing the pale-green towel that she had dumped onto the bar-top when she came to pester Blossom.
"Fine, be that way," Buttercup shot. "I'll just go swimming, FOR THE FIFTH TIME TODAY!" The middle triplet stomped off toward the deck's pool, her right hand violently gripping her towel. "Buttercup, wait for me!" Bubbles called. She decided that she would join her sister anyway. They never really got any quality time since Buttercup never wanted to play games with her.
When they arrived at the pool, Buttercup threw her towel on the nearest chair along with the clothes she wore over her one-piece bathing suit. "Cannon ball!" She shouted as she jumped into the pool, curling herself into a ball before hitting the surface of the water. Bubbles, on the other hand, quickly dashed to one of the reclining pool benches, trying to dodge the splash of water created by B.C. so neither she nor Octi got wet. Buttercup rose to the surface and gave Bubbles a strange look. "Bubbles, you know the point of going to the pool is to actually get in the water, right?" Bubbles gave her sister a scared look.
"No it's ok," Bubbles responded with a little bit of fear in her voice. "Octi and I will just stay here and relax in the sun." Buttercup rolled her eyes. That was just one more thing that she and her sisters didn't have in common, a fear of water. For some odd reason, both Bubbles and Blossom hated the pool, the ocean, and all other bodies of water. They would always get extremely nervous whenever their dad took the family fishing. Not only that, but Bubbles nearly had a panic attack when they were six and the Professor told the girls that they would be going to swimming classes. One couldn't even comprehend the chaos that erupted when he announced that they were going to sail to Japan instead of fly like they had originally planned.
Buttercup, on the other hand, absolutely loved the water. In fact, it had been her idea to take the boat. She had suggested the idea for two reasons: to exploit her siblings' strange water-phobia, and the fact that she personally adored the ocean. The jade-eyed girl never understood why Blossom and Bubbles dreaded the water so much. B.C. found that the pool was a place to escape the weariness of life and the annoyingness of her family. Also, whenever she was underwater, she felt like the liquid was protecting her from something she couldn't remember or didn't know of. She always felt the safest when she was in the water. The only time she hadn't felt this way was in that dream.
Now floating on her back, Buttercup's brows furrowed in concentration as she recalled the bizarre dream she had dreamt the night before. That voice in the dream sounded uncannily familiar, and she had this eerie feeling that what it was trying to say was really important. The water in that dream, instead of being a safe haven like it usually was, seemed to prevent her from hearing the voice clearing or letting her find its source. What did it all mean?
"Ack!" Buttercup cried as she held her head, straightening herself so that way she was standing in the water. All of the thinking was giving her a major headache. This is all Pinky's fault, Buttercup thought bitterly, using the nickname that she normally used to get on Blossom's nerves. If she would have just played with me, then I wouldn't have had to resort to thinking to keep myself from dying of boredom! Buttercup smiled evilly as the perfect idea for revenge popped into her head.
Sneakily, Buttercup got out of the pool and quietly made her way toward the bar, making sure to not awaken the now sleeping Bubbles. This is going to be so much fun! Buttercup snickered in her head.
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"'Hush,' said Ma. She looked at Pa and Uncle John standing helplessly gazing at the sick man. She looked at Rose of Sharon huddled in the comfort. Ma's eyes passed Rose of Sharon's eyes, and then came back to them. And the two women looked deep into each other. The girl's breath came short and gasping," Blossom read in as she snuggled into the stool. She loved the works of John Steinbeck and was now really getting into The Grapes of Wrath. She was so into it that she didn't notice someone sneak into the bar behind her.
"She said, 'Yes.'" Blossom continued. "Ma smiled. 'I knowed you would. I–'" Blossom was yanked back into reality by the sudden, harsh feeling of something extremely wet and extremely cold running down her back.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Blossom screamed as she jumped out of her chair. Her book flew out of her hands and landed on the floor a few feet away. "Cold, cold, cold, cold, COLD!!" The pink-eyed girl screeched as she danced around trying to get the ice out of her shirt. After breakfast Blossom decided to put clothes over her tankini since she didn't plan to go into the pool until later. Now she really regretted doing so.
Buttercup was laughing hysterically at her sister as she watched her dance around in an attempt to get rid of the ice. Next to her on the bar-top was a half empty tray of ice that Buttercup had took from the freezer while Blossom was reading. Blossom glared at her trouble maker of a sister as the last couple of ice cubes fell out of her shirt, a vein popping out of her forehead.
"I can't believe you did that!" Blossom scolded. "What in the world was that for?" Buttercup clutched her stomach trying to catch her breath. After she had pulled herself together, she gave Blossom and evil smirk.
"That was for not playing with me," she said bluntly. Blossom's mouth dropped. "WHAT?!"
Bubbles awoke with a start. The blonde groggily got up and sighed. There they go again, Bubbles thought as she listened to her sisters argue. She held Octi tightly and made her way back to the bar, where the voices seemed to be coming from. Bubs sighed again when she arrived at the scene and found that she was correct. She bent down, pick up Blossom's book and then walked up to the quarrelling sisters.
"You brought this on yourself!" Buttercup argued. "You should have just played a game with me!"
"Um…excuse me…" Bubbles said politely, trying to get their attention.
"You're so immature!" Blossom retorted. "You knew I was busy doing something. Plus, you could have just played with Bubbles!"
"Uh…excuse me, but I–"
"Well, sorry for not wanting to play house and tea party!"
"EXCUSE ME!!!" Blossom and Buttercup jumped at Bubbles ear-piercing interruption. Bubbles took a breath to calm herself down and then handed Blossom the book she dropped. "Here Blossom I think this is your–" She stopped as she felt something small and wet drop on her button nose. Blossom slowly took the book from Bubbles' hands, giving her a strange look.
"Bubbles what's wro–" Blossom felt it too, except on her arm. Almost instantly it began to drizzle. All the girls looked toward the now gray sky.
"It's raining?" Bubbles wondered aloud.
"No duh, Ms. States-the-obvious," Buttercup said with a roll of her eyes.
"No, Bubbles is right," Blossom stated. "The weatherman said that it was going to be sunny all week over the Pacific Ocean." Buttercup dismissed her siblings' worries with a wave of her hand.
"It's just a drizzle, I'm sure it will pass."
*~~Ten seconds later~~*
"Did I say 'pass'?" The light gray sky had turned a menacing dark gray and the rain poured down in buckets, pelting the triplets with hail sized rain drops. The wind howled and blew with ferocious force, and the girls felt as if at any moment the wind would pick them up and blow them overboard. All three girls clung to the railing of the ship as it bounced up and down on the monstrous waves. A bolt of lightning struck the ocean surface, bringing with it the intense sound of thunder, making Bubbles jump in fear.
"We need to get back inside!" Blossom shouted over the wind.
"What?" Asked Bubbles and Buttercup, not able to hear what the eldest sister had to say.
"I SAID 'WE NEED TO GET BACK INSIDE WHERE IT'S SAFE'!"
"What?"
"Oh come on!" She quickly grabbed Buttercup's shirt and pulled her along the rail. Buttercup struggled in her sister's grip for a second before realizing what Blossom was trying to do. She slowly followed the redhead, with Bubbles attached to the back of her shirt, gripping it for dear life. After five minutes of struggling to walk against the hurricane-like winds, they finally reached the storage boxes located a few feet from the door to the indoor restaurant where they had eaten breakfast that morning. The storage boxes where giant wooden crates filled with…well…stuff that needed to be stored. They were bolted on the floor and were placed right against the wall parallel to the hallway railing. Beyond that railing was the terrible force that was a stormy sea.
Almost there, Blossom thought as they used the boxes to pull themselves to their sanctuary from the storm. Unfortunately though, at that precise moment, the wind blew it's hardest and ripped Bubbles precious Octi from her tiny grip.
"Octi, no!" Bubbles cried as Octi rode the wind out to the sea. She released her hold on the crate and ran toward her beloved toy. There was no way she was going to lose him.
"Bubbles wait! Don't let go of the crate!!" Blossom cried out to her sister, but the wind swallowed up her warnings. Bubbles ran to the railings and jumped up to catch the plushie in the air. Her arms stretched out into the pouring rain, and much to her relief, her hands wrapped around Octi in a protective hold. "Yes!" She cheered in triumph. But her victory was short lived, for what comes up, must come down and unfortunately for Bubbles, her feet landed on a very slippery railing. Bubbles wobbled back and forth on the thin strip of metal, and with one tip of the boat, she was sent overboard.
"BUBBLES!" Buttercup cried in distress as the blonde was thrown off the ship. The raven –haired girl launched herself to the railing and grabbed her sister's ankles just in time. Blossom went after Buttercup and wrapped her arms around her sister's waist. Together they tried to pull their little sister to safety. But, that was easier said than done, for the floor was covered in slippery water and the storm was still raging around them.
"Put some back into it Pinky!" Buttercup shouted as she tried to pull and keep herself from slipping at the same time.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Blossom responded. With one final tug, Bubbles flew back on board landing on her sisters. Bubbles quickly scooted off of them and gripped the railing for dear life, holding Octi close to her chest. All three girls slowly pulled themselves up, holding the metal structure to keep them from falling. The eldest quickly took Bubbles into a loving embrace.
"Bubbles I'm glad you're ok!" She happy cried. Buttercup, on the other hand was not so pleased. She gripped the railing in anger and grit her teeth.
"If you ever to that again, I will kill you if the storm doesn't!!" Bubbles laughed weakly, at B.C.'s threat. She knew that in Buttercup language that meant: "Thank the heavens you're safe." But, unbeknownst to them, they were not yet out of harm's way. They were so engrossed in making sure Bubbles was okay (or in Buttercup's case, making several threats to make sure she never does something that stupid ever again) that they didn't see a fine white mist creep behind one of the larger storage boxes and silently unscrew the bolts tying it to the floor.
"But all that matters is that you're all right." Blossom said cheerfully. Bubbles was about to thank her sisters for saving her when she saw something that made her eyes widen in terror. Buttercup and Blossom stared at her with confusion. "What's wrong this time?" Buttercup asked, tired of all he rotten things that have happened to her since the day started.
"Ba-ba-ba-ba-" Bubbles stuttered in horror.
"Spit it out already!"
"BOX!!" Bubbles shouted as she pointed behind her sisters. Blossom and Buttercup turned around to see a massive crate sliding toward them. Of course, Buttercup thought with a sigh. The box rushed toward them with tremendous force, knocking them off the boat like a bowling ball hitting the last three pins. All three girls plummeted into the ocean. Buttercup quickly swam to the surface gasping for air.
"Bubbles, this is all your fault!" She shouted furiously.
"Buttercup!" Blossom shouted.
"Oh no, don't you scolding me because you are thinking it too."
"Buttercup!"
"What?!"
"Look!" Bubbles left arm was slung over Blossom's shoulder, but the terrible thing was that the blonde was knocked out, little anime swirls replaced her eyes. Buttercup groaned as she swam over to help Blossom keep Bubbles afloat.
"Girls!" Mr. and Mrs. Utonium shouted as they ran up to the railing of the boat. The girl's parents had been on the other side of the liner when the storm began. They had searched the entire vessel for girls, and when they finally found them when the crate knocked them off the ship.
"John, what are we going to do?!" Mrs. Utonium asked frantically. She looked down at the water where her "babies" were trying to stay afloat, gripping the railing so she wouldn't slip or fall off the boat herself. John looked around for anything he could use to bring his daughters safely on board. His eyes scanned his surroundings until they fell on the boat's flotation device. This life-saver was a special mechanism that puffed up into an inflatable boat the second it hit the water. It was just what the Professor needed. He slide across the deck and grabbed the device before slipping back to his wife.
"Here girls, get on this and I'll pull you in!" The Professor yelled over the storm, hoping his daughters could hear him. He thrust the contraption out into the water to where the triplets were. The device flew through the pouring rain and tumbled into the water a foot away from Blossom. Blossom and Buttercup heard the instructions their father had given and began to swim toward the now completely inflated boat, pulling Bubbles along with them. Once they were on the boat, the Professor and his wife began to pull the rope attached to the boat so they could bring the girls aboard. But the storm didn't seem to appreciate John and Sandy's attempt to rescue the girls, and began to rage even harder. The ocean's current hauled the girls in the opposite direction of the cruise liner, putting more and more strain on the rope.
"Pull harder, John!" Sandy cried. "We need to hurry!"
"I'm trying, honey, I'm trying!" But their efforts were in vain, for much to the terror of our favorite little girls and their parents, the line snapped in two from all the tension.
Blossom and Buttercup watched in horror as their side of the line fell into the ocean, along with all of their hopes of being rescued.
"No, no, no!" Buttercup screamed in frustration, pulling her midnight hair. "This cannot be happening!"
"There must be a way back on the ship." Blossom said trying to think of a solution to the situation they got themselves stuck in. At that moment, Bubbles began to awaken into conciseness. She rubbed her aching head as she slowly sat up. Wait, she thought as she felt the rubber bottom of the inflatable boat, this isn't my bed. Then it hit her: the storm, Octi, the crate, and all of the other unfortunate events that had taken place that day. Slowly, Bubbles opened her eyes, hoping that when she did she wouldn't see the gates of heaven in front of her. But, what she saw when she opened her eyes (at least in her perspective) was much, much worse.
"Blossom…Buttercup…" Bubbles whimpered. The two girls turned around to find their once unconscious sister awake.
"Bubbles, you're awake!" Blossom shouted in glee. She was about to hug her baby sister when she noticed the expression on the blonde's face. Buttercup saw her face as well and knew something was wrong. By now she had figured out that whenever Bubbles made that face something bad would happen. The two older sisters followed Bubbles' gaze to a colossal typhoon, heading straight toward them. Worst day ever, Buttercup thought. All three girls screamed in horror as the salty and merciless wave came crashing down on them and their tiny raft. The last thing they heard before watery blackness consumed them was the dreadful roar of the storm and the faint cry of their mother: "My babies!"
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[movie stops and the lights come back on]
All except me: Hey!
Me: Sorry, I really got to go to the bathroom.
Brick: Well, why didn't you go on the last break?
Me: I didn't have to go then.
Butch: Why I ought a–
Bunny: Come on you guys, no fighting! *turns to me* Please make it quick, you interrupted us on the best part.
Me: Okie Dokie! *quickly dashes to the restroom, but not without stopping by Akira-kun first* *whispers so others don't hear* Sorry about the late update everyone. With my computer spazzing out on me, finals, all of those college preparations and what not, I barely had any time at all to get on the computer. But I finally got it finished and I hope you all enjoyed it! Now that school's out I should have more free time to write, so I should have chapter 2 up soon. Also, I have a poll up on my profile to help me make an important decision for another one of my PPGD stories, so I'd appreciate it if you voted. Only three people have voted so far, so please vote people! I'm closing the polls near the end of July, so you have plenty of time. Oh, and one more thing, review please. I got so many reviews for the prologue that I nearly exploded with joy so keep it coming. All of your reviews inspire me to keep writing, so keep up the good work. Thanks to all the people who reviewed! xxD
Cynthia: Hurry up Bailey! I want to see the Puffs drown, nya!
Puffs: Eh?!
Me: *sweat drop* Ok, ok, I'm hurrying!
