Bubbles watched the boys with an odd intensity. It frightened her normally upbeat friends into silence. Without meaning to she painted a streak of a glimmering nail polish all the way up her friends wrist. She blushed at her mistake and tried to wipe it away, but the girl jerked her had back smiling fakely. "It's fine Bubbles! I'll just have Ashly do it." She turned to said girl and started a high energy debate about the difference between sparkles and glitter.

A conversation Bubbles would have loved to be a part of. Honestly how could these two be getting it so wrong? Obviously glitter is sparkly, but not all sparkles are glitter.

She caught a sympathetic glance from Blossom. She didn't seem to be having a great time either. Instinctively they both looked to their green clothed sister. It was like watching the dryer spin a load of buttercups clothes. The green blur rolling around.

Buttercup would go from laughing to growling in an instant as she entertained the three boys. It did look like fun...

No. Blossom shook her head vehemently. It did not look like fun. It looked like chaos! Absolutely horrendous chaos. Unlike what her group was doing.

What were they doing? Oh! Poetry. Her friend finished her spoken word and looked expectenty around for a reaction. Blossom cheered a bit too loud to overcompensate her lack of attention.

The girl beamed. "Wow! I'm glad you liked it blossom. What was your favorite part?"

"Oh well I uh-." The girl smiled widely leaning into Blossoms personal space. "I loved all of it! In fact I think you should read it again!" There. Problem solved. Crisis averted.

But by Einsteins eyebrows did this girl read in the blandest monotone! Just pick a verse Blossom and tell her that's your favorite part.

"Ooh this! This is my favorite part!"

The girls in her poetry circle eyed her oddly.

"What?"

"That's just kind of weird Blossom."

"Yeah." Several girls nodded their eyebrows knotted in concern.

"Enjoying the part about her aunt being disconnected from life support. It's just morbid. I mean I guess you are Buttercups sister after all."

The girls giggled and Blossom didn't know if she was more embarrassed or angry. So she turned away and let the conversation continue without her. What a shame too.

She locked eyes with Bubbles again and they both spared another glance in Buttercups direction. She'd yet to look up and was still content to laugh and joke with those

SEXIST PIGS. Girls don't even wear that much make-up. Or talk that high. And c'mon who did Boomer think he was kidding with those things. They'd drifted down to his stomach again. Not exactly a flattering look. If she could play a realistic boy there was no way in hell-. Ahem. Not way in heck she'd let them get away with that sloppy bid at femininity.

Determinedly she whispered ideas in her friends ears. And as a group they flitted to their feet making their way over to Buttercups little corner of the room.

A giggling group of girls is by no means stealthy. Buttercup looked up at the approaching mob and couldn't help but feel defensive. She was finally having a good time. Did Bubbles and her barretted brats have to ruin it so soon?

She grumbled and turned away. Feigning disinterest as cries of, "You have to let me braid that gorgeous hair!"

"Wow I am sooo jealous of you! You're like so pretty!"

And "I love your... earring! You only have one pierced ear... That's...nice." entangled her three companions. Not that they really were her friends anyway.

Bu at least had the decency to match her annoyance. A girl asked him how in the world he got his eyeliner to match on both eyes, cuz like she can never get it to do that and it's like soo annoying.

Despite the fact that they were being lorded over too, his brothers still found time to snigger at this.

He glared at them before smiling evilly. "Oh my gosh! Thank you! You have such a sweet ass!"

His brothers gaped as the girl laughed it off good naturally. "Thanks! These pants really make it pop!"

The contrast between the three sisters reactions were enormous as Blossom sat slack-jawed scarcely believing what she'd heard. Buttercup made a scratching sound as she shuddered with withheld laughter. Bubbles nearly laser eyed him to incineration on the spot. A lucky random sneeze diverting the red beams to the ceiling.

"Well God bless you sugar tits!" Bu continued pressing his luck and drawing a snort from Buttercup as she fought back laughter.

Bubbles steamed. "Thanks." She growled. Sounding none too thankful as she glared him down.

The boys looked at their green clad brother like he was a hero. (Er villain. Whatever they looked impressed). He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Yeah. I just called Bubbles Sugar tits to her face. Bow to me bitches bow.

"Huddle!" Bridgette whispered.

The boys gathered in a circle casting glances at each respective girl. Bubbles pissed and scary. Buttercup convulsing with laughter and Blossom. Her eye nearly twitching as she struggled to comprehend.

"This is like. Awesome!" Boomer roared. "We're like totally owning them! And they don't even suspect a thing!"

Brick nodded at his brothers. Remaining speechless for another moment. "Butch dude. You're a God." He mumbled.

"Mmmhhhmm." Bu grunted, his eyes half lidded with victory.

"Lets see how far we can take this. Innuendos, come ones. Hit them with your best boys and Bubbles may just blow her top. Blossom looks like she's about to short circuit." Brick rubbed his finger-less hands together. "Lets see how royally we can screw up this little shin dig, you dig?"

"Wait I thought we were supposed to say dirty things. Now we're digging?" Boomer scratched the back of his head.

Brick rolled his eyes. "Just hit on them. Extra points if you hit on a Powerpuff."

They put their hands in the center of their huddle and dispensed. Having given their subterfuge a glorious new purpose. It truly was a good day to be evil.

"So anyway, let me braid your hair." The girls continued, closing in on the disgruntled cross dressers.