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Princess was sitting up in bed, glaring at the white hospital wall in front of her. One of her maids had found her on the floor of the foyer before she could bleed out and had gotten her to a hosipital for help. She had just woken up that morning at 7:45 am, and she now had a burning feeling for revenge on the infamous Lord of Theift. She touched her stomach from above the thin hospital outfit and felt the bandages they wrapped around her lower abdomin. She scowled as she remeber as the Lords girlfriend stabbed her in her lower back, missing most vital organs.
She put her hand back infront of her, one hand over the other, reaglly, then tried to straighten her back for the 4th time since she sat up. A shooting pain in her pain caused her slouch again, unlady like. So she glared at the white hospital wall again that was in front of her for the fourth time. Her hospital door opened, and without her looking, she said, "You're late."
"I know. Forgive me. It was very difficult to gain acess to your room without being a family member..." The aged man said. It was her most trusted butler. He took out a cell phone that had its back cover taken off. Attached to the wiring in the back, there was a weird device with a blinking red light. That particular phone was to make calls without being tracked back to the caller. He handed it to her.
"Princess, your form-" He said, about to comment on her slouching back.
"I KNOW!" She yelled, interupting him. She dialed the authoritives and waited for the ringing.
"Hello?" A man's voice answered.
"I have information for you that might be useful. I know where the Lord of thieft will be stealing tonight..." She practically purred joyfully into the phone.
=At the hideout=
Boomer was up and slowly stretching so he wasn't so sore. Bubbles was sitting at the island bar and watching on to see if he needed anything. Brick was stacking covers they slept on the previous... well, few hours. It was now 11:00 in the morning, and the Lord was missing... again. But at least, Brick thought, he didn't take Buttercup with him. Which she resented very much, and was now rampaging around the run down bar.
"I can't beleive him! He goes missing with a couple of plants to go flocking around Paris, comes back then disappears! WHAT IS THIS!?" She roaored to nobody in particular. Even Bubbles has gotten used to her rage shouts.
"Are you sure your ok, Boomer?" Bubbles asked him, worried.
"Yes Bubbles." Boomer smiled at her. She had grown alot since they got there, especially since they had to fend for thier own sometimes, living without parental support. Boomer walked over to her and push a stand of dusty hair behind her ear. They were all pretty dirty since they could never find water to bath in that was... you know... not a fountain.
Bubbles looked down in thought, then looked back up into his eyes.
"I turn seven today, Boomer" She said, softly.
"I know." Boomer sighed. They won't be able to do anything for her birthday. He patted her hair, then undid her pony tails. He began combing out her snarles in her hair with his fingers, slightly spread apart, then did her pony tails again. He kissed her forehead, then continued stretching.
"Im back!" Butch's voice rang out, ACTUALLY going thruought the front door this time. He had bags in his hands.
"Oh wow! Butch, why'd you use the front door?" Brick asked.
"Cause me hands were to full to use my secreat entrances." Butch said. Buttercup put her anger aside to be curiose.
"What're in those bags anyways?" Buttercup asked, coming closer. Butch reached in with a wide grin on his face, and pulled out a chocolate mini-cake that said "Happy birthday" in cursive frosting. Bubbles squealed, knowing it was for her, and Boomer gasped.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Bubbles squealed, jumping on his upperbody. He almost dropped the cake, while laughing at her reaction. Boomer reached into the other bags. There was a blue cinderella like dress in one of them, a plastic tiara and frilly blue scrunchies, and white rain coat boots. There was one last bag that had a white barrette, an artist notebook, and a coloring pack.
"What about Blossom?" Brick asked, a little anxious.
"I know, but its our little rookie's birthday! We had to do something for her..." Butch said, ruffling her hair. Butch turned around, and when he didn't see Blossom, he faltered a little, but then turned to buttercup.
"I rigged one of the apartment's watering. Go to the back of the bar and spary her and clean her off. It'll be a little cold at first, but it should be warm water." Butch said to her.
"Ok. Let's go, short stuff." Buttercup said. They walked outside. Boomer faced him.
"How'd you know it was her birthday?" He asked.
"Uh, I got my resourses..." He said, when really he stumbled across a crumpled paper that had a poorly written journal day on it saying how worried they were for Boomer and how their birthday was the next day.
"Now let us boys get to wrapping these presents." Butch said, picking up the third bag.
=20 minutes later=
Bubbles came out wearing the dress, tiara, and white rain boots underneath the puff of the dress.
"Happy birthday!" The three boys rang out, a mess from trying to wrap. There was tape all over Brick, wrapping paper strips taped to random parts of Butch's shirt, and ribbins in Boomer's hair. Bubbles and Buttercup giggled at the silly site, but the presents looked much better then the boys themselves.
They all sang happy birthday, cut the cake and she opened her presents. Boomer was happy, even outside the orphanage, she could have a great birthday. He was so glad they met Blossom on that day that led them there. It was 3:00 when the party ended.
"Ok, we'll head out for Blossom at 5:30, get suited up." Butch said. Everyone scattered, while Butch started off for one of his famous disappearances. Boomer almost lost sight of him as people pushed him this way and that to get where they were going. Boomer finally pulled away from the others and followed Butch behind a booth and out a hole.
"Wait!" Boomer called out as he just made it out to open air. He was afraid Butch had a secreat getaway too. Butch jumped, startled, then turned back to the pretty insignificant hole Boomer crawled throught and grinned.
"Wassup, Boomer? Your the first to follow me." Butch said, settling on one of the steps leading up to the door of the bar. Boomer hesitated. He knew he wanted to talk to Butch, but now he was faced with the moment, he didn't know what exactly he wanted to say. Boomer sat on the step next to Butch.
"Lord... I... I just wanted to thank you, becasue... you did all this for my sister. Not three weeks ago, I didn't know where we were going to sleep, or where our next meal was coming from, or anything. And this was porbably the bestest birthday Bubbles ever got and its all thanks to you." Boomer said. Butch smiled at the small blonde kid.
"Your welcome. Just looking out for those who look out for me." Butch said. He ruffled his hair, ducking his head down. He stood up and turned back around to him.
"Anything else?" Butch asked. Boomer smiled.
"Where do you go all the time?" Boomer asked. Butch smiled back.
"To fly." Boomer gave him a quizzical look, and Butch laughed.
"Later!" He called, and strolled away into the crowd on the other side of the alleyway, hands in his pocket. Boomer stood up and crawled back into Butch's hidden hole.
=At 5:30=
Everyone was dressed in their black clothing. Brick even did Blossom's job and got Bubbles an upgrade of her theifing clothes. She was wearing a black sleeveless turlte neck, with arm warmers. She had black tights with a black flowy skirt over it and balck sneaker boots. Butch jumped down from the light railings, wearing his own signature black mask, and mangled black cape, and looked at the crowd of kids ready to get their "mother" back.
"Let's go" Butch said, turning out to the door.
=At a phone booth in Paris, 5:45 p.m.=
"Yes, hello? I believe there was an undemolished, closed down bar that is taking up space in the back of my apartment... Yes. When?... I'll pay all your workers double to do it before 7:00... Today... Before the job of course... Really? That's great, Thank you!" She hanged up the phone, straightened her jacket, and walked away to a limo around the building corner.
Butch walked into the museum and looked around for a staircase. When all he could see was over growing plants he turned to his group.
"Spread out. Look for stairs." He said, then headed off to a different direction. Brick started searching everywhere around where she first disappeared. He looked up and saw a second floor, but no stairs.
"Blossom?!" He called out.
"Brick?" Blossom asked, and she looked over the railing.
"Guys, she's over here! Blossom! I'm so happy to see you!" Brick said. They all ran over.
"I'm happy to see you too! Hi, Butch!" She waved. He waved, then looked around.
"Where can we find stairs?" Butch asked.
"It's ok! I think their broken anyways! I'm coming down!" her head disappeared and then they heard movements. She came down, riding on a plant, her two legs on one side of the giant vine. They all formed a semi-circle around her as she landed. Bubbles hugged her first before they all grouped hug.
"Oh I'm so happy-"
"I was so-"
"Releived, that you-"
"Should've called-"
"We got cake for you!" And they all gave thier input like that for probably 45 seconds, before splitting away from her.
"We missed you!" Boomer said. Blossom rubbed her eyes.
"Thanks guys, You make me feel so loved!"
"So did you find out why they kept you?" Butch asked.
"Yes, its because the last person to take care of the garden for the museum before magic junked up the place was a woman who looked like me, so... yeah. But now, they know I'm not her, but their not mad, cuz I was nice 'bout it and stuff." Blossom said.
"ok, cool. Crisis averted. Let's go." Butch said. They all chatted with Blossom on what she missed while they made thier way to the front. Butch opened the door, and a bright light flashed in his face, and he raised his cape to block his eyes, like a bat. All the kids gasped at the scene of flashing red and blue lights surronding the museum that Butch couldn't see yet.
"Lord of Thieft, sortez les mains en l'air!" The officer called. Butch's heart sank, and he slowly put one foot behind him. Brick and Blossom moved out the from directly behind him as he got ready to bolt back inside.
"n'essayez pas de fuite, nous avons l'endroit entouré!" they called. Boomer looked at the group next to him. Buttercup looked near ready to cry, her light green eyes shimmering. Butch's sheilded eyes were shining green with the thrill of the chase that would never happen. Blossom looked like she was going to jump infront of Butch, and Brick looked like he would jump infront of Blossom. Bubbles squeezed his hand.
"mettez vos mains en l'air!" They said, and the kids did, and Butch put his head down. How'd they know he was here? Brick went to scratch his head, and something fell out of his hat. When it hit the floor, smoke sizzled everywhere.
"Open Fire!" The main officer yelled out, and they began shooting. Plants came from inside the building and snatched Blossom up.
"Brick!" She yelled, and a bullet sipped past her face so close, her hair flung to the right. Plants came and picked him up too. Butch had bolted inside, and Buttercup, who didn't know whatelse to do, followed suite. When The police stopped shooting, they stormed the building to get him. Boomer swiped Bubbles into his arms, Bridal position, and ran down the steps, seeming like he was going staright to the cops, before veering a sharp left and ran for the street.
The plants set them ontop of the museum's roof, and Brick and Blossom looked down at the chaos. The smoke already started dying down. The police had tackled down Boomer and Bubbles, having no trouble out running them, and a struggling Butch and Buttercup were brought out the building in handcuffs. The smarter officers had brought of machettes and were whacking the moving plants down til they succumbed and moved back into the museum.
Blossom and Brick gave each other worrying looks before jumping away, building after building.
The police looked at the masked kid.
"This is the famous Lord of theft?" He asked.
"He's just a kid!
"You sure he's the right guy?"
"He has the signture black cape and mask!" Butch kept his head down as they came to the conclusion that he was the real deal.
"What about this little number?" One officer asked, holding a still struggling Buttercup.
"I know her."
"Yeah, she fits all the descriptions of the infamous hoarder."
"Staying at people's houses and eating thier food."
"Giving fake money in return."
"She's going locked up too"
"And these kids?" Another officer asked, holding Boomer and Bubbles at either side. Bubbles was crying.
"I don't recognize them."
"They were hostages." Butch finally spoke up. Then he looked up, fearlessness in his eyes. "Let them go." they cops looked at one another.
"We'll give 'em to the nearest orphanage." Butch cringed alittle, knowing they were going there, but it was better than juuvie hall or jail. Boomer looked at Butch with hopelessness in his eyes, but Butch didn't give them a sparing glance. He just kept glaring at the officers.
"Let's get out of here." The main cop said, and the cops put them in different cars. Only then, from the inside of the car, Butch looked at them. In his eyes, it said one thing to Boomer that filled him with sadness. It meant defeat.
Good bye.
Translations!:
1) Come out with your hands up!
2) Do not attempt escape, we have the place surronded!
3) Put your hands up!
Well, that's that chapter! I'm still remaking the previous chapters, but you guys should totally read the remakes anyways! IDK why tho. R&R!