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They arrived at the tall fence surrounding the Utonium's house.

"Um, you can go first, Thomas," Bubbles said, wondering how he would get over; after all, it had taken flight to get surpass it. He just shrugged and walked over to a gate. Bubbles blushed, realizing her stupidity. Thomas looked over at her curiously.

"Why are you blushing?" he asked.

"Oh, erm, nothing," she said, face becoming redder. Thomas just rolled his eyes and walked into the Utonium's backyard.

Bubbles had been too worried about escaping before to notice the playground she was in. There were slides and swings, and monkey bars to play on. There were also scattered toys such as footballs and bats, teacups and plates, everything a little kid would want. Bubbles wondered whether the yard was strewn with toys when she escaped, or if it was like this because the Authorities messed up everything in their search for her.

"Sheesh, these sisters of yours have everything, but they act like slobs," Thomas said.

"They do not act like slobs! It was just…um, the government workers coming here and looking for me," Bubbles said, protecting her sister's reputation as perfect little girls.

"Whatever. If the Population Police were here, then I guess you don't have a family to go back to anymore. Let's just rummage through the house and see if there's any cash left."

"But it's my family's money!" Bubbles protested.

"Listen, the Population Police were here. They probably stole anything of value before regardless of whose family it was. I'd be surprised if there still was some cash left. But there isn't any harm in trying, and we do need the money. You owe me for the fake I.D. Bubbles," Thomas reasoned. Bubbles just sighed, not finding a gap in his logic. "Right, let's go," he said, and they walked across the yard and into the house.

The house was trashed; items and food lay scattered across the floor. It looked as if robbers had been here.

"Sheesh, the Population Police tore your place apart," Thomas said, whistling.

"Population Police, Population Police, what are they? You keep mentioning them," Bubbles asked.

"Oh, they come by people's houses and come in to look for third children. When they do find a third child, well…I don't know everything, I just go by rumors. But anyway, that's beside us. Take anything of value, but not sentimental 'cause we can't sell any of that junk," Thomas said, heading over to the living room. Bubbles followed him to make sure he didn't take any of her family's important things, but was told to search the upper floor since they might not have enough time. Bubbles reluctantly did as she was told and headed upstairs.

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Bubbles stood at the doorway of the Powerpuff's bedroom. It still looked beautiful to her, even though more of the things were gone. There were toys and coloring books and clothes. But the thing that really caught her eye was the tricolored bed. Pink, blue, and green; the colors of the Powerpuff Girls, all three of them. The bed had hardly a scratch on it, since looters had no use for it. Bubbles climbed under the blankets and lay her head on the soft pillow, imagining her sisters sleeping soundly next to her after the Professor kissed all of them goodnight. Bubbles closed her eyes and dreamt of a life with her sisters, living together.