Me: I'm not saying it…
Disclaimer: Booty Fries.
Recap:
"That's my Mom…Man I'm glad that my Dad's at work!" Jimmy said. I nodded.
"That makes three of us again!" Tonya said and gave a great sigh as another woman walked in. And guess who she was!
"Brute the Power Punk!" My Mom screamed, getting into a fighting stance.
"Buttercup the Power Puff!" Tonya's Mom screamed back, also getting into a fighting stance.
"Whoa! Whoa ladies!" Jimmy's Mom yelled, louder than either one of them. "We're all here for one reason, and one reason only. And it's not to fight! It's for the kids and right now, your not setting a very good example on them right now!" They all looked over to us. Me and Tonya were in each other's face, staring each other down. Something tells me I wouldn't be talking to Tonya anytime soon…
Yasmine's POV
"Mommy! Can we go to six flags for my birthday this year?" I asked my mom in the car. She wasn't in the best mood, after having to calm Buttercup down. And the fact my best friend's Mother is Brat, the Power Punk that tried to kill us, and steal my Daddy.
"Yasmine not now sweetie. I need to think okay? Let's just go home and take a nice long bath, than a nice long nap till Daddy get's home, alright?" She said and began to drive off.
"Mommy can I…Can I still be friends with Taylor even though her mom is your worstest enemy?"
"Of course you can! And you can talk to her whenever you want! We don't want you to suffer just because we've had some bad experiences in our past…" She said.
When we got home, I did exactly as Mommy said.
I took a nice, long, hot bath and then napped. I didn't expect my nap to be so peaceful, but when your parents are the most calm and happiest people on the Earth, what would you expect?
When I woke up, the smell of spaghetti had drifted in my room. I ran down the steps, and smiled as my mom stood at the stove and my dad set the table.
"Well look who's finally awake! Have a nice rest, Sleepy Head?" My Father joked. I gave him a hug.
"Yes I did Daddy! And I had a dream about my friends and me going to Six Flags on my birthday and we all had lots and lots of fun!" I cheered.
"Your still on that subject, Yasmine? I told you not now. There's to much to do in so little time." Mommy said. The phone rang, and I ran to get it.
"It might be one of my friends! So I'll get it!" I cried. "Hello? Yasmine on the line here!"
"Yasmine! So glad you picked up! It's me, Taylor. I just wanted to tell you, I'm sorry for the way my Mom acted in school when she saw your's and I want to know if we could still be friends…"
"Of course we can still be friends, Taylor! And I except your Mother's apology!"
"Hold on a minute, my Mom wants to talk to yours."
"Mommy! Taylor's mom wants to talk to you…Please don't be mean to her! I whanna still be friends with Taylor, alright?" I asked.
"Fine, Yasmine. Just give me the phone." My mother answered. "Hello? Hi there Brat….Yes, I'm sorry about what happened too, it's just I didn't think that you'd be Taylor's mom…" My mom laughed and she took the phone in the other room.
After about an hour, she finally brought the phone back into the room.
"So, are you two patching things up now or are you still going at it like cats and dogs?" My Daddy asked.
"If you must know, we had a sophisticated conversation and we're having lunch together tomorrow while the girls are at school. She said she is very sorry about the incident, and she'll try to get Berserk and Brute to apologize to Blossom and Buttercup." She said.
"Yay! Your getting along!" I cheered again. That news, was the greatest news ever!
Brat's POV (Surprise, surprise!)
"NO!" Was the word both Berserk and Brute screamed through the phone. I had asked them to forgive Blossom and Buttercup for what happened at the school, and that's the answer I got.
"Why not you two?" I asked. Note to self, never ask that question when dealing with my sisters…
"Why not?!? Why NOT?!? BECAUSE THEIR THE POWER PUFF GIRLS! WERE THE POWER PUNK GIRLS! WE DON'T FORGIVE!!! GOT THAT, BRAT?!??" Berserk screamed. As her name stated, she had gone berserk…
"Anything you whanna add to that Brute?" I asked her."Your crazy if you think I'm saying anything to that annoying, hotheaded short fuse green Power Puff! You must not know who I am! I am Brute the Power Punk and I don't EVER say sorry to anyone! And I never WILL! Got that Brat?" She screamed.
"I thought so…Um Berserk, Brute, if I had something that would make your reputations go lower than the ground, would you say sorry?" I asked.
"What are you saying Brat? Are you telling me, that your going to sell out your own sisters for some puny Puffs?" Berserk asked.
"Yes Berserk. That's exactly what I'm saying!"
"Your not that bright are you?" Brute asked. "And besides, what would you have that would make us crack? It's not like we have some silly blanket like Buttercup and Yolanda. Or some stupid love shrine or anything!"
"She does have a point there, Brat. There's nothing you have that'll change our minds, and that's that! Now if you'll excuse me, I have dinner to prepare! Goodbye, annoying little sister and hotheaded little sister." Berserk said and hung up, leaving me on the phone with Brute.
"Brute please listen to me!" I cried.
"Since when have I listened to anybody Brat?"
"Never…"
"So what makes you think I'll listen to you, now?"
"Nothing."
"Goodbye clueless Brat!" And she hung up.
"Well THAT was pleasant!" I screamed. My sisters truly were, pieces of work…
And NOT the good kind…