"Buttercup, did you hear?" Blossom asked the next morning when Buttercup floated down the stairs.
"I've heard a lot of things," Buttercup said, going into the kitchen. Blossom followed.
"I mean the party across town. At that park. Morbucks Park. And for some reason you're not invited," Blossom said, pulling out two golden passes from an envelope. "If you want, we can skip the party and stay with you, and we—"
"Nah, I have plans for this Sunday anyway," Buttercup interrupted, sipping on some orange juice. Blossom shook her head.
"Whatever it is, it can happen an other day. You're growing apart from me and Bubbles, and I don't like it. You'll stay here Sunday night," Blossom ordered.
Buttercup set her empty glass down on the counter. "Look, we can do it on Saturday. I can't do it Sunday. I have an important meeting to go to for my job, and I need to finish work, so I'll come home late."
Blossom sighed and thought of something that could make Buttercup stay behind. She finally smiled when an idea came to her head. "Bubbles will be devastated when she hears that you can't make it. She had everything planned for her beloved sister, and now she can't show up. All of that hard work will be thrown away."
Buttercup smirked as she felt Blossom's heart speed up. She closed her eyes and concentrated, picking up on her stance and her stiff body movement. "Liar."
"No, you just can't accept the fact that Bubbles made all of this for you and you can't even show u—"
"Nope. You're lying. Nice try. If you did it while you where floating so I couldn't feel the vibration of your heart beat, then maybe, just maybe, you would've fooled me. We can do it Saturday, anyway."
Blossom sighed and disappeared, leaving a pink streak behind. Buttercup shook her head and snickered.
"Okay, boys! I have some bad news," Buttercup said, coming through the door. Brick, Boomer and Butch's heads snapped up while they where stretching.
"What is it?" Asked Boomer.
"There's going to be a party at Sunday that is required for you to go. Very important people influenced with the Company of Mémoire are going to be there. This is a regular party, so you don't have to dress up all fancy," Buttercup explained.
The boys only blinked. "How is this bad news?" Asked Boomer.
"I'm just sayin'. Do not make a fool out of yourselves. Be mature and laid-back. Got that?" Buttercup asked. They all nod.
"Alright, then, get your asses up. We're going to be running today," Buttercup said, a small smile coming to her lips.
"Why do you have to pick us up?" Brick boomed through Buttercup's green cell phone.
"Orders from Mrs. Morbucks. She mentioned alcohol, and thinks you boys will drink a little too much. Now, hurry up. unless you don't wanna go in my Ferrari—"
"Ferrari?" The boys questioned from the phone.
"Well, yeah, but—"
"Hurry the hell up!" Butch's voice came through the phone. Buttercup sighed.
"I'm already here. Get out of the condo and hurry your asses—" Buttercup was cut off by the car door opening. The boys flopped in, and Buttercup instantly smelled the cologne. It smelled pretty good, actually. Especially Butch's.
"I thought you had a green, two door Ferrari," Brick noted. Buttercup nodded.
"Yeah, I do, but since four people are coming, I borrowed this from Mrs. Morbucks. There is no way I could drive with you boys sitting on each other's lap," Buttercup said, trying to contain her laughter picturing each boy on top of the other in her Ferrari.
Brick nodded as he got comfortable in his seat.
"Please tell me you don't drive like an old lady!" Butch yelled, making Buttercup jump. Buttercup only smirked.
"Please." And she was off, speeding into the highway.
"I gotta park the car. You guys go—"
"But I haven't seen your dress yet!" Butch whined, looking over his seat. He was immediately smacked and thrown out of the car.
"You'll see it when I get in!" Buttercup yelled, leaving the boys at the front door of the mansion. They quickly get in.
"Oh my, what handsome young men!" Said an lady in her forties. She had tons of makeup on, but had a good shape for a forty year old. She had a long, white silky dress with cremé shoes. Her lips where blood red with her blue eyes popping out of that black eye-liner. And her hair was authentic, too. The back and sides of the platinum blonde hairdo have been tapered into the head and blended into the top layers, which have been jagged cut. The style has been styled flat to contour the head for a simple yet sexy look and feel. Only a small amount of product is needed for hold and shine, as well regular trims to maintain the style.
She seemed like an important lady, but seemed very eager.
"My name is Cindy Larenetta. I am the vice president of this company. This company is all over the world, and our president has been dying to meet you. Come this way!" She pulled the three boys to the middle of the main room. The music was loud and easy going. Boomer nodded his head to the music.
"Right in here!" She pushed the three boys into a VIP room. It was exotic. There was a steaming hot tub on the left, and the room was dark with dark blue lights reflecting off of the blue walls. There was an aquarium all the way in the back, but in the middle of the room, there was a dark figure. The boys couldn't make out the figure, though.
"There you three are!" Buttercup said, behind them. They didn't bother to come any closer, they felt like the figure was dangerous.
"Go on! Say hi! I bet you guys have a lot of catching up to do!" Buttercup said, pushing the three boys even further. Buttercup shrugged after they where too stiff to move and jumped on the bed, hugging the the figure tightly, like she was very close to it.
"Ugh, why do you keep the lights off 24/7, Uncle Mojo?" Asked Buttercup, flicking on the lights and revealing the chimp.
"Mojo," The boys let out in a hushed tone.
"My sons."
"I wonder what she even does at her job. I don't even know where it is!" Said Blossom, pacing back and forth in her room. Bubbles was ignoring her, looking for a pretty dress to wear to Morbucks Park.
"Why son't we spy on her?" Said Bubbles, after a moment of silence starring at a blue dress.
"That's wrong!" Blossom said.
"Well, you're the one whining about it. She did hang out with us yesterday—"
"We hardly even talked!" Said Blossom. Bubbles sighed the thousandth time that day.
"Okay then. She's been with me at my job at the Café. She's been at your job, working out. Maybe it's time for us to check out where she works. We can ask her tomorrow, maybe."
"Bubbles! That's a great idea!" Cheered Blossom. Bubbles smiled, and finally found a presentable dress.
"My beautiful, strong niece. Been hard on these boys?" Asked Mojo, as he got up. He's grown a lot. He's grown taller, past Buttercup's height. He was probably 6 feet, with green fingers like a human. He was still the same monkey, but he was wearing a suit.
"M-Mojo?" Brick spluttered out. Mojo nodded as the boys took a step closer, and then everything went too quick for Buttercup to see. She only saw Mojo being crushed by the loving hugs from his sons.
"G-Guys, c-can't breath!" Mojo chocked out.
Buttercup smiled and sat in a small couch, letting the boys enjoy their small reunion.
"Buttercup, I thought Mojo was your ene—"
"Was my enemy," Buttercup said, getting up.
Butch froze for a moment to capture her glorious figure. Finally, he got to check her out when she was too bust to notice. She had such a flat, built up stomach. He could see some abs through that dress, and her legs popped out, too. He let out a groan when he saw her chest, and her shoulders. Buttercup stopped mid-sentence crossing her defined arm muscles. Butch noticed her stance and her body movement. Her lips where puckered off to the side, as her eyes where a bit squinted. Her eyebrows furrowed, too. That was her annoyed face, and Butch liked it.
He then noticed that everyone in the room was looking at him. "S-sorry, carry on!" Butch said, his voice ragged.
"As I was saying, Mojo saved me from a monster attack. I was so damaged, I couldn't move a muscle. My sisters had lost me, and they kept on fighting the horrible monster off. Mojo carried me to his lap and fixed me up with Chemical X and some of his own chemicals. My wounds instantly closed up and My skin, muscles and bones where no longer messed up. And so I had stronger power than my sisters, and I defeated the monster. Ever since, I've been working with him with chemicals and studies." Buttercup hugged Mojo. "And, well, I just call him uncle because he was the one—with the Professor—that made me, after all."
The boys nodded as Butch kept on trying to contain his eyes on Buttercup's face rather than her legs.
"So you're the president, huh?" Boomer asked.
Mojo nodded. "Yes. I am made for evil, and I am so glad that Buttercup accepts me for who I am, rather than trying to throw me into a jail cell. I like your outfits, by the way." Mojo and Buttercup looked at the boys' attire. (The boys' clothes are on my profile. It's kinda hard to explain them.)
The boys thanked Mojo for the compliment. They caught up and the boys showed Mojo their special abilities and what Buttercup has been teaching them. Boomer made 3 lightning balls and encircled Mojo, lighting up his whole body. Mojo smiled. And Butch trapped Mojo in a green dome as Brick made fire and ice balls encircling the whole room.
"Well, you boys sure are strong and skilled," Mojo observed.
"But, they still have to work on things. Soon, they'll be able to do everything!" Buttercup smirked.
"So many people want to meet you guys," Mojo said, pointing at all four of them. "You guys are getting more and more calls by the work you've done. You have done so many jobs, that people look up to you as celebrities. And, only a small percent of those people live in Townsville. Some are coming from all over the world to get work done. Soon enough, with your super speed, you'll be flying from country to country doing missions and jobs. You boys are growing very big, but you can't get caught. That is why, I'm having Buttercup teach you all of the techniques."
The boys smiled at that. Buttercup smirked. "We'll even do some missions together."
"Yeah yeah, just don't be bitching that we're too fast or too quiet." Butch crossed his arms.
"You all need to work on that. Or do you want to run again?" Asked Buttercup.
The boys cringed. "No."
"I'd like to see the boys do a mission!" Cindy squirmed. It reminded Buttercup of Bubbles. She was always excited, nut Cindy was annoying. Bubbles was cute when she did it.
"Shut up, Cindy," Mojo grumbled. Brick saw how annoying she was. "Which reminds me. Buttercup, you'll be the Vice President from now on, but you still focus on the boys' training and give me updates. I'll be back in a while so we can start the world missions." Mojo pulled out his touch screen phone and pushed an app, then pushed the private jet icon.
"Where are you going?" Asked Brick.
"I'm the president of Company of Mémoire. The Company of Mémoire is around the world, so I gotta go to every one of them. I'll see you soon enough. Take care of Buttercup for me, Boys." Mojo got an the jet that had just landed in the field and got on. Mojo looked at Buttercup. "Make sure they don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, either. And you better get along!"
Before any of them could protest, he was gone in a flash.
They all sighed and went back to the party. The boys, as predicted, where wasted by the end of the night, and a sober Buttercup was driving them home.
"Shit, I'll make them run twice as more tomorrow. Making me take their asses home!" Buttercup was pretty pissed as she laid the boys on their beds. Buttercup's phone then rang.
"Hello?"
"BC! We need to talk to you!" Bubbles' voice came through the phone.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit—" Buttercup's phone started beeping. An in-coming call from Mrs. Morbucks.
"Hello?"
"Buttercup, are the boys all in their home? Make sure you lock the place up." Buttercup turned off all of the lights and closed the door, making sure to lock it.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Alright. I have some good news for you, too. Since you have been promoted to Vice President, there is a new house awaiting you. Would you like to get the house or would you like to stay with your sisters for a while longer?"
Buttercup's eyes widened. Her sisters where already chopping her ass off with Buttercup avoiding them because of the Company of Mémoire.
"I-I don't kno—"
"It's a mansion. It has much to offer, and you can have many guests as you want! There are about five guest rooms! And a gym, an indoor swimming pool, your very own chef and butler, and—"
"Okay then, get it." And Buttercup hung up. She looked at her calls and saw the picture of her blue-eyed sister.
"Damn it!" She yelled, calling her sister once again. She didn't answer. Mrs. Morbucks called again.
"You gotta be at work at 6 in the morning!"
"I fucking know!" Buttercup was annoyed and pissed like hell. She wanted to talk to her sisters.
Bubbles looked at her phone as a tear slipped out of her eye.
"Bubbles? What's wrong!" Blossom said as she entered the room, noticing her sister's tear.
"She hung up on me. She's never done that before."
"It'll be okay. She'll be back soon enough. It's not like she's moving or anything, right?" Blossom tried to cheer her up.
Bubbles nodded. "Right. At least she's not moving. At least I can still see her face. At least she's still our sister."
Blossom held Bubbles for a while until she fell asleep.
"Buttercup, we're going to have a little talk," Blossom murmured to herself, stroking her younger sisters hair. When she was sure Bubbles was asleep, she laid Bubbles on her own bed, and Blossom went downstairs and put a movie on in the main room. She was not only watching a movie, she was waiting for Buttercup. Who was going to get a long ass lecture when she got home.
-end of ch. 4-