Chapter 4: Astrological Calculations

Bubbles' POV

Alright, so we didn't sit down and watch Wayne's World, which if you look back on it, was a totally bogus decision. However, we probably wouldn't have been able to enjoy it to the full extent due to the occasional power flickers. After the first two, Buttercup zipped up to her room, grabbed some candles, and headed back downstairs with them, just in case the lights were to go out for an extended time.

"Where's the professor?" Brick wondered, "Obviously, he's not here."

"He went to Malph's to go pick up some provisions about half an hour before you guys showed up. He's probably stuck there," I told him.

"Well then, in that case," Butch grimaced, "we won't be havin' no chaperones during this excursion..." he grinned and began rubbing his hands together.

"Butch, where are you going with this?" Blossom asked with a hint of caution.

"We will have no adult supervision for the entire night! We're completely cut off from civilization with nobody telling us what we can or can't do!"

"Except for each other," I joyfully reminded him.

"Bubbles, stop trying to siphon the fun out of this potentially interesting conversation!" Buttercup begged, sarcastically. "The professor is so clingy! He pimp-slapped Butch just for holding my hand one time!" Brick and Boomer immediately covered their mouths, viciously attempting to contain their laughter. "Whaddya' got in mind, Butch?"

"Huh, gets me. I was hoping you guys could think of something!"

"Ooh, ooh! We could read horoscopes!" I jumped.

"Are those even a thing, still?" Butch asked. "I haven't even seen Mojo read a newspaper in years! I thought astrology had died out!"

"I haven't even seen the professor read a newspaper in years!" Buttercup palmed her cheeks. "And besides, horoscopes are for freeloaders and idiots!"

"I love horoscopes! They're a lotta fun to read!" Boomer shot out.

"Exactly my point."

"Well lucky for everyone, I have seen him read a recent issue! Just give me one second!" I told everybody before zooming into the professor's closet (you know, I'm gonna start calling him "Dad" again) and coming back with last week's paper. I knew that Dad had a stack of newspapers from over the years in his closet whenever we were headliners, and he's kept every individual issue since we became heroes as memorabilia (even the one titled Freaky Bug-Eyed Weirdo Girls Broke Everything! Yeah, I'm still trying to live that one down).

"Fine. I guess we're doing horoscopes. Just don't expect me to partake in the future!" Buttercup pouted. I set the paper in the middle of our circle. Boomer squealed, Brick rolled his eyes and clicked his heels, which hovered in the air as he laid on his stomach. I flipped to the astrology section and began searching for the predictions.

"Let's see... Sagittarius, Sagittarius, Sagittari-oh, here we go! 'Lucky for you, today will be a day full of hope and joy, and nothing can bring you down to its level.' *Gasp!* It is true!" I smiled and cheered in my high-pitched cheer.

"Oh, give me a break," Butch grunted, turning the paper so he could read. "Which one is for April?" he asked me.

"Uuuuuummmmmmmmm... Aries, I believe."

"Aries... Aries... Ar-" he paused and squinted his eyes as he read. "Your day is gonna suck." His brothers both raised an eyebrow at his reading. "I didn't even paraphrase, that's exactly what it says," he told us without hesitation, and then showed us the words.

"Haha! Now I wanna know what mine says!" Boomer exclaimed.

"We were created at the same time, Boom-hauer! We're all Aries, and the girls are all Sacagaweas or something!" Butch told him, agitated. Boomer just sat there awkwardly for a moment.

"Okay, maybe it's time that I just stop reading these," he concluded. I moved the paper to the coffee table.

"Now what?"