I have been absent on this for a while, so a little something before the long awaited finale! (Which I still don't know when I'll be writing.) Anyways, enough of my boring author's note; Enjoy!
It was finally the day of Princess' party and the Utonium household was currently in chaos. The Girls were running up a storm with the Professor smack in the center as his eyes constantly flicked from one daughter to another as they spun circles around him through the house.
"I can't find my choker!" Bubbles cried desperately as she yanked out every drawer in the house.
"Where's my ribbon?" yelled Blossom, "I swear I left it right here!"
Bubbles stopped in mid-panic to point over to the island counter. "Oh, that's yours? I thought it was scrap so I put it in a box," she said innocently.
"Scrap? You thought it was scrap?" Blossom cried incredulously, "How did a satin piece of cloth I wear literally everyday look like scrap to you?"
Buttercup snickered as Bubbles shrugged casually. "Well, it's made out of satin, for one. You never wear satin bows in your hair. They always slip off," she said as Blossom put her hands on her hips,
"Two, it's white, and you only ever wear pink or red. Aaand, this was a plain piece of ribbon. You wear pre-made bows, not slips of fabric waiting for you to twine itself into your hair," Bubbles finished matter-of-factly.
Blossom sighed. "Fine, but still," she muttered, "Now where'd you put it? I'm gonna reinforce my dress in some places."
"I'll tell you but you've got to help me find my choker first! Where is my choker?!" Bubbles yelled as she remembered what she'd been doing and resumed her panicking and shuffling through the drawers, "I literally picked everything out already yesterday and now I can't find it!"
Buttercup rolled her eyes before noticing something glint out of the corner of her eye and started walking over to it. Sitting like the greatest treasure in the world on top of the shelf was a box full of necklaces and when Buttercup picked it up she could specifically see three different chokers on top of all the others as if someone had purposely picked them out.
"Uhh, Bubbles? I think I found it," she called as Bubbles instantly froze.
"You did?!" she practically yelled as she leaped over to see, "Oh my god you did! Thanks, Buttercup, you're a life saver!"
"Quite literally," the Puff muttered before yelping out.
Bubbles jumped onto her in ecstasy and gave her a big hug, which Buttercup desperately tried to squeeze herself out of. Blossom laughed.
"Thanks...Bubbles...you can let, go of me now!" she wheezed, before sucking in like a vacuum once the Puff let go. "Sorry," she giggled, before almost yanking the box out of the tomboy's hands.
"Ungh, now I gotta decide which one to wear!" Bubbles groaned as she looked down at its contents. The Puff looked at the rest of her family. "Girls, help me here!"
Buttercup rolled her eyes as the Professor chuckled. "Best you give her advice before she goes out wearing all of them," he said.
"True," Buttercup muttered.
Bubbles picked up a simple and plain navy blue choker (which looked more like an ordinary ribbon than anything) in one hand and a blue choker with silver spikes in the other. "Which one do I wear?" she complained as she held them up for her sisters to see.
"Oh God, neither!" said Buttercup, shielding her eyes to exaggerate her point.
"The plain one is just too plain. You need something a bit more fancy if you want to wear it with the dress you're gonna wear," said Blossom, shaking her head at the first choker Bubbles held up.
"And that one looks like a dog collar," Buttercup added, referring to the necklace with silver spikes.
"Buttercup!" Blossom chided. "What?" asked Bubbles.
"What? You can't deny it doesn't look like a dog collar," said Buttercup as she defended herself, "I'm being honest, Bubs. Don't wear that."
"There are nicer ways to convey the message, Buttercup," said Blossom.
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Imma go get a sna-AH!"
Bubbles yanked on Buttercup's arm to prevent her from going to the pantry. "No snacks before the party!" she commanded.
"And why not?" the Puff demanded.
"Because it'll ruin your appetite for the party food!"
"Please. I never lose appetite for food. Hell, the only reason I go to parties is for the food," Buttercup snorted, "And you're actually expecting to be able to eat any of the food they serve at Princess' dumbass party? At least let me gorge up on some real deals before I have to hit off with the fakes."
"Buttercup, that's not nice," said Blossom sternly, "And mind your language."
Buttercup ignored her.
"C'mon guys, you can't argue with me on this one. The food is bound to be disgusting. It always has. So I'm gonna go fill my stomach with well-deserved food here before I have to chuck it out at the sight of those no-doubt-gonna-be-awful desserts and you can feel free to join me as well unless you'd like to taste-test over there and possibly die of the poison Princess put inside."
"Okay, now your exaggerating," said Blossom.
"Whatever, fine. Have it your way," Bubbles muttered, "I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now." Buttercup smirked. "Don't say I didn't warn you!" she called as she ran to the pantry. Blossom rolled her eyes before her gaze drifted to the clock.
"Oh, shoot!" she hissed, "The boys will be here in two hours!"
Bubbles turned around to face her. "Two hours?!" she squawked, "That's hardly any time!"
"I know!" Blossom cried, and the panicking wild atmosphere in the Utonium household living room returned.
"Unbelievable," Buttercup muttered, before calling the Professor to aid her in her search of a snack, "PROFESSOR! Do we have any more tuna?" she yelled.
The Professor dashed back and forth, trying to keep pace with his daughters as he tried to tell them something, before slumping down defeatedly against the wall. "Girls. Girls, listen," he tried in vain, "I'm going to- Girls, are you listening?"
"Uh-huh?" Bubbles muttered absentmindedly.
The Professor groaned, before yelling out to catch their attention. "Blossom, Blossom? Bubbles, I'm talking to you guys! Arrr-GIRLS!"
The room fell into silence as all the three girls turned their heads to look at their father figure. Buttercup poked her head out of the pantry. "Did you call us?" she asked.
The man sighed before speaking. "Yes. Yes I did. Girls, listen. I'm going to a convention for the weekend and won't be back until tomorrow night, possibly Monday morning, so-" Bubbles gasped. "You're leaving?" she interrupted.
"I know I probably should've...told you earlier but you all seemed so busy I couldn't find the time. Now, I expect you all to be responsible while I'm away and absolutely no parties. You may have a sleepover with your friends but no more than four people. And they better use the guest room, especially if you tend to bring over any, ahem, males."
The Professor looked specifically at Buttercup when he said the last part because he knew his middle daughter spent more time with boys than with any girls. In fact, he hardly remembered ever seeing her hang out with a girl aside from her sisters. So just as a precaution, y'know.
"You are to call me if anything happens-which I hope will not- and refrain yourselves from doing anything reckless." Again, he looked at Buttercup.
"Why is all this about me?" she huffed.
"I just want you all to be safe. I'm ensuring the safety of my little girls. I couldn't bear to see anything happen to you," the Professor answered affectionately, "I want you to take good care of yourselves and know that I'm only a few clicks away."
"I love you, Professor. Please come back safely, okay?" Bubbles sniffled.
"Of course, Honey. Now, shouldn't your dates be here soon?"
"OH! Shoot, I forgot again!" cried Blossom. The Professor smiled. His girls were growing up so fast, when Buttercup cleared her throat. "Now about the tuna?" she said.
Blossom went to head upstairs and stopped to look at her funny. "What do you need tuna for?" she asked.
"I wasn't asking you, I was asking the Professor," Buttercup answered.
Blossom glared at her.
"Ugh, duh. I'm gonna make myself a sandwich? What else?"
Blossom grit her teeth at her sister's attitude. "Know what? Just forget it," she snapped, muttering to herself as she stomped up, "Way to kill a good mood."
Buttercup glared after her as Bubbles continued wailing in the background about not being able to find the perfect choker to go with her dress before turning back to the Professor expectantly.
"Now, can you please help with the tuna?" said Buttercup, "I'm STARVING! And I 'aint eating at the party so I need something to fill my stomach with!"
The professor sighed, "Yes, sweetie. Coming," he mumbled exhaustedly. Having three daughters were too much sometimes, no matter how dearly he loved each of them. "A little vacation would do me some good after that convention," he muttered to himself quietly so that none of his daughters with superhearing could catch, "God knows I would love a break."
Buttercup whirled her head around to face him. "You're taking a vacation afterwards?!" she asked incredulously, "I need a break from these two as well!" she complained.
The professor sighed. So much for them not hearing.
"Girls, the boys are here!" the Professor called out tiredly.
Bubbles flounced over. "Yeah?" she asked, peering past him at the doorway, "Boomer!" she squealed upon sight of her elegantly-dressed boyfriend.
The Ruff smiled. "You look gorgeous," he told her. Bubbles blushed. "Aww, I'm flattered. You don't look bad yourself," she replied.
Buttercup looked at her sheepish counterpart with a smug grin as he tugged at the collar of his tuxedo. "I didn't even know you would own one of those things," she smirked.
Butch blushed. "I don't, okay!" he protested indignantly, "The sap got me into one of his!"
Buttercup pretended to examine him carefully. "Oh yeah?" she finally drawled out, teasing, "But I don't think Boomer would look good in a green tux."
Butch blushed harder as his brother chuckled. "Ok, so I bought one, big deal!" he cried, "You should talk. You're wearing a dress. How many people did it take to wrestle you into that?"
Now Buttercup blushed as she scowled at her counterpart. "It's just a halter neck," she mumbled, looking away irritably, "And it's not a dress. Stop gaping."
Butch smirked at her. "Oh, then what is it then?" he challenged.
Bubbles squealed as she jumped on her. "It's a green sequined halter top which I made her wear such a pretty flouncy skirt with!" she cried.
"I hate this stupid skirt!" the girly tomboy growled, "She would not let me- in fact, she stole my tights and hid them so that I couldn't wear it!"
Bubbles rolled her eyes. "Please," she snorted, "Do you know how awful those would look on you standing next to Butch wearing a tux? Tights and tux's do NOT go with each other."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Fashionista coming through," she muttered.
"Well, I don't know if I've ever seen you wearing such a thing," Butch smirked, "The great Buttercup, in a dress! How's those battles gonna come along, hmm? Punching baddies in a skirt?"
"You're wearing a tuxedo," Buttercup retorted, "Why isn't the apocalypse starting yet?"
Butch rolled his eyes.
"Where's Blossom?" asked Boomer.
"Probably powdering her face exclusively for her grand entrance," Buttercup muttered.
"Oh hush, Buttercup," said Bubbles, "You haven't seen the least of how she looks!" Buttercup rolled her eyes again. "I don't think I want to," she retorted, "You probably made her look hideous."
Suddenly, Blossom walked by, apparently unaware of the Boys' presence as she talked out loud something along the lines of "missing ribbon" or such, when she noticed the little group standing at the door.
Buttercup gaped at her appearance as Bubbles smirked. "You were saying?" she asked her smugly.
Blossom wore a gorgeous pink dress with golden lacing and a little bit of bling that made her look like an angel and her hair was left out of its usual ponytail, falling straight down with a golden glittery headband that looked like a halo on her head.
Brick's mouth dropped open as he openly stared at his counterpart.
Blossom blushed meekly as she caught everyone staring at her, not even trying to mask their amazement. "Wow, Blossom, you're- I don't even know what to say!" said Bubbles.
"You're glamorous!" cried Boomer.
"Oh, jeez, I really don't-" Blossom began when Butch interrupted her by smacking Brick on the back, shaking him out of his stupor.
"Bro, your comments?" he smirked.
Brick blushed a deep crimson. "Y-you, you're really, I- I just, I can't- GAH!" he stuttered as Butch punched him again.
"You don't see that every day," the green Ruff gloated, "Now that is an apocalypse-worthy event! The day Brick the Wonderful stammers around a girl."
"You look, uh, really pretty, Blossom," the Ruff stuttered, ignoring his idiot brother.
Blossom blushed. "O-oh, thank you, Brick," she said, "You look, really nice, too."
Buttercup laughed. "Ha! I'll never let you live this down!" she cried.
Blossom rolled her eyes at her. "Don't. At least I can rub your dress in your face every time you bring it up," she retorted.
"Alright, everyone! Let's get going!" said Bubbles, her and Boomer heading out, "Follow the leader!"
"Tch, isn't that for babies?" Buttercup snorted, rolling her eyes as she made her way out.
Brick offered his hand to Blossom. "May I?" he asked. Blossom shyly accepted.
And as the Professor watched with tears starting to well up in his eyes, the six teens strolled out of the house and made their way to Princess's party. "My girls are getting so big," he sniffed emotionally, before closing the door after them and huffed. "Now, about my vacation," he muttered as he walked away.
So there you have it, beautiful people! Chapter 4 with the girls going out with their *ahem* rather handsome dates. Feel free to leave a review on your way out! Your comments are greatly appreciated! 'Till next time!
