Me: I don't know how many Chapters this story is going to have, probably as many as it take to sum stuff up…

Disclaimer: I do not own the PPG, RRB or the PPUG. I only the PPG Jr. and their friends, including the PPUG'S daughters and crud!

Buttercup's POV

"Stupid Brute…stupid daughter…stupid everything!" I hissed and threw the knife I had in the sink.

What?

I was only chopping tomatoes for the dang salad, jeez! Why doesn't anybody trust me with sharp utensils when I'm angry?

"Because you might stab somebody in a fit of anger." Butch laughed when I asked him one day. I wanted to stab him, with a spork…But if there was anyone who I wanted to get while they were sleeping the most, was Brute! And I know the feeling is neutral for her, but seeing as our daughters would never forgive us for going mad on their friends mom, we'd never do it. Or would we?

"Okay, now I'm starting to worry about myself." I mumbled and sat at the kitchen table. It was almost three o'clock. Fifteen minutes till Yolanda would go over to…to Brute's and play with that beast of a child. It wasn't my idea. Bubbles thought it would help us get over being enemies, and Butch agreed just so he could get some peace from Yolanda and her constant arguing with me about anything that we randomly disagree on.

True fully, the reason I didn't want Yolanda to go over to brute's wasn't just because I didn't trust her, without my daughter around the house was about as interesting as a library. Not at all…

"There's gotta be something for me to clean or do around here." I wasn't a big fan on cleaning, but heck if there was nothing to do I'd make a mess of my own and clean it up over and over again, at least until something juicy came up.

"Buttercup! Open this door right now!" And there it was, on the other side of my door. And I knew who it was, but I still opened the door. I grabbed the mop to use as a weapon as Brute stormed into the house. "What's all this I hear from Brat about some kind of "trust building exercise" between our daughters, that's at my house?!" She screamed in my face. I pushed her back.

"Hey! I wasn't to cool with the idea either, but I went with it because it's the best for my child."

"Well you know what would be good for your health? If you backed off before I make you! I don't mind the kids hanging out, but your just to much of a drama queen!" She walked out the door. But I wasn't through with her yet.

"Me? A drama queen?" I cried and dropped the mop, following after her. "If anyone's the drama queen here, it's your sister Brat!"

"Hey! Don't bring her into this. And what about your sister? She not only started this whole mess, but she brain washed Brat into getting us to apologize!"

"Brain washed? She didn't brain wash anybody! She was just proving she can solve thing maturely and without violence, and got her counter partner to be just as smart! She was doing you a favor!" I screamed. She didn't say anything. "Listen, I don't know and I don't care who you think you are, but you cannot come into my home or my front lawn and try and tell me what to do! I am stronger, better and of course more mature than you are, but that doesn't mean I won't kick your butt!" She glared at me, but surprisingly didn't say anything. Maybe because it would be something she would regret or she just didn't have anything to say to me. It just had to be the first one…

Yuri's POV

"Are you sure we shouldn't check the hotline?" I asked Yasmine for the third time that day.

"Yuri, stop worrying! Why would anyone call us, when they've got the Power Puff Girls and Rowdy Ruff Boys to save the day?" She asked.

"Maybe because their busy?" She shook her head.

"Hey! You guys, where are those plans you promised us?" Taylor asked, holding out her hand.

"Well, their not exactly finished, but with a few more tweaks we could have this baby going in a few days…" I told her.

"Yeah, whatever. We need them now so we can find out what supplies we need." I huffed at her rude response.

"Hammer, nails and wood. Don't forget the paint."

"We know that, but what else Einstein?"

"Look, I'm not being rude to you so I suggest you cut it out!" I hollered.

"Or else what? You'll tell my Mommy on me? Go ahead, she hates your guts already!" She snickered. I never thought that somebody so much like Yasmine could be so mean! But then again, she was the daughter of Brat who was one of the Power Punk Girls so she was brought up to be mean.

"Taylor, let me just find those blue prints and I'll give them to you ASAP, okay?" Yasmine cut in. Taylor smiled at her.

"Okay Yasmine!" She skipped off. I looked at Yasmine.

"Why is she so nice to you, and not to me?!"

"Because she likes me, duh!" She answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I shook my head and continued working on the project thingy, hoping the hotline wouldn't ring in the process…

Bubbles' POV

I sighed as the phone rang from the other line. It was the third time I had called the girls' school, and I was starting to get worried.

"Dang it, why won't she answer?!" I asked myself in frustration and hung up the phone. I wanted to tell Yasmine that she couldn't bring over her friend Taylor after school today because Boomer said he couldn't stand one more Brat around here…pun intended. I guess whatever Brat said to him that day, really got him mad because he always let Yasmine's friends come over to play with her.

Anyways, Brat threatened me over the phone today. She said if Taylor didn't come home after school, she'd blow up our house. I couldn't tell if she was lying or not because it was over the phone but either way, I wasn't taking any chances. So I was trying to get a hold of Yasmine to tell her we'd be homeless if Taylor came over tonight and her Father would yell at her for bringing over that little girl who's Mother he hated so. The only other choice I had was to fly over to the school and tell Yasmine from there, but what if there was an emergency in Townsville and I wasn't here to pick up the long distance call? Or Brat came over to talk me, I wasn't home and she got mean thoughts and blew up the whole dang HOUSE!! Well…time will tell. Hey, maybe I'll get lucky and Yasmine won't bring Taylor over today!

Fifteen Minutes Later…

Yasmine's POV

"And she was all like, oh no you didn't!" Taylor cried, mocking Yolanda's statement from the conversation she was having before we left from school with Tonya.

"Yeah and then Tonya was all like-" I took one look at my house. "Oh my god…"

"She didn't-Yasmine! W-what happened?!" I was on the verge of tears.

"I'm not sure." There was pieces of glass and broken walls scattered all over the yard. I opened the door that was still standing and walked in with Taylor not to far behind. I felt my face go pale and my heart stop as I heard the sound of a woman laughing. A grown woman laughing.

'Oh no…' I thought as we followed the sound. 'This is just like that nightmare I had. And whenever I have one with the Power Punk's in it…'

I slowly opened the door to my parents room. There sat my Mom, back facing us, cracking up. I ran to see her face, and tears were running down her face.

She had a mental breakdown.

'Comes true…'

"No! It can't be!!!" I screamed as she said the same thing she said in my dream.

"Why didn't she answer?!? Why?!? WHY?!?" I fell to my knees and cried. Taylor had left, and I knew why. The war had begun.

And she knew it…

Fourteen Minute's Before Yasmine Got Home…

Bubbles' POV

Someone pounded on the door. It was 2:59. Which means it was her. I wanted to go answer the door, but my legs wouldn't allow me to get up and go open the door. And then there was a scream. A scream that was way to familiar for comfort, not that I was comfortable.

"Bubbles! Open this door!!!!!" Brat screamed, and pounded on the door some more. I took a deep breathe and told her to go away. That was the last thing I said before she broke down the door and flew up to my room.

"I warned you, now I'm going to do what I said I was and blow up this sorry place of yours!" I went to grab the hotline, but she charged up her ball of energy before I had the chance. Even if I called Yasmine, it would be to late.

"Why Brat?" I asked, a single tear escaping my eye. "Why do you hate me so much?" I could see a tiny bit of guilt in her eyes.

"B-because…" She stuttered. "you stole the Rowdy Ruff's from us. And your little girl is brain washing my daughter! You must pay!" That was just her way off saying Berserk made her do it.

"Bubbles? Are you okay?" Boomer had asked and walked into the room. I heard him gasp. "What's Brat doing here? And what's that in her hand? Bubbles?!"

Without turning around I whispered, "Goodbye Boomer…goodbye forever." I watched Brat slowly grab Boomer, fly outside the window and send her ball of light towards the house. The explosion did not effect me. It wasn't the reason I had a sickening smile on my face and was laughing like a maniac while crying. No, the reason was my husband was just taken away and my daughter had to deal with it…

Back To The Present…

Yasmine's POV

"My parents have been kidnapped to!" Yolanda screamed over the phone.

"I walked in and Mom wasn't there to say hello!" Yuri cried. They both were crying. Who wouldn't be? The incident had just happened, and I was packing my bags to stay at Mr. Dexter's. Yuri and Yolanda would be staying there until we managed to get our parents back.

"I'm sure Brat's coming back for Mom once I leave. Even if she is evil, she does have a bit of decency to make sure I'm gone before she leaves me home alone." I said.

"I don't care how decent she is! They stole our parents and we're getting them back! I'll make sure of it!" Yolanda sounded determined.

"Yeah! They can't just take our mom's and dad's and expect us not to do anything about it! We're the Power Puff Jr's for Goodness sake! We can dish out anything the throw at us!!! Right Yasmine?" Yuri asked. I was the only on who wasn't excited about this.

"I'm not sure we could really be a threat to those three Yuri. We're just little girls."

"Correction. We're super powered little girls. And Mr. Dexter said he'd give us some gadgets to help on the mission!"

"That's pretty cool, huh lil' cuz?" Yolanda asked. I sighed and then giggled.

"Alright, alright. I guess it will be fun!" I agreed and they cheered. "Now we're meeting up at yours, right Yuri?"

"Yup! Don't forget your pendant!" My pendant! I almost forgot about it.

"Okay, thanks. See ya later!" I hung up the phone, grabbed my pendant off my nightstand hurried outside to walk to Yuri's.

In words of Yolanda and Aunt Buttercup, "This was gonna be fun!"