Andie sighed and wiped her forehead. "That was close!" she thought. She realized that her job wasn't done: she'd stopped Sedusa, but how was she going to restore the Powerpuff Girls? Andie remembered that most hairsprays lose their hold if the hair got wet...

Andie gathered up the immobile Girls and carried them out of the building. There was a fountain not far from the door of the Gold Exchange. Andrea carried the trio to the edge of the water and tossed them in.

As Andie waited, her Powerpuff hearing picked up the police preparing to haul off Sedusa. She couldn't worry about that now; all she could think of was her heroes getting back to normal.

It seemed like hours to Andie, but was only moments later that Blossom's head popped out of the water. "Hey!" she sputtered, "What happened?"

Then Buttercup appeared. "Yeah," she gasped, "how'd we get in here?"

As the police carried out the stiff form of Sedusa, Bubbles bobbed to the surface. "And who captured Sedusa after she sprayed us with that stuff?" she asked.

Andie decided it was time to reveal herself. She floated to the sisters, at their eye level. "I think I can explain what happened," she said with a grin.

Bubbles' eyes grew wide. "Yikes!" she yelled, moving away, "It's a bee! Shoo it away before it stings us!"

Buttercup retorted, "It's not a bee, Bubbles! It's a -- I mean, she's a girl!"

Blossom's eyes were wide as she reached out her hand. Andie lit on it as Blossom corrected her sister, "She's not just a girl, Buttercup... She's a Powerpuff Girl! But she's the tiniest Powerpuff I've ever seen!"

Bubbles moved back to her fellow Powerpuffs and looked at their new friend. "Hi, little girl!" she said. "Sorry I ran off when I saw you. What's your name?"

The newcomer replied, "Well, in my own land I'm called Andrea... but here in Townsville my Powerpuff name is Bumblebee!"

Buttercup cut in: "Your own land? You mean, you're not from here in Townsville?"

Blossom added, "Where ARE you from, Bumblebee?"

Bumblebee laughed. "Girls!" she said, "Let's go somewhere so your clothes can dry out! I'll tell you all about how I got here!"


In Professor Utonium's suburban home, the three Powerpuff Girls sat around their desk in their bedroom. They had gotten on their nighties to wear while their clothes were drying. Bumblebee stood on the desktop, telling the sisters how she came to their world.

As she finished, Buttercup asked, "So in your world, we're big heroes and everyone follows our adventures on television every week?"

"That's right!" Bumblebee answered. "Well, some weeks there isn't a new adventure. But my friends all watch your adventures with Mojo Jojo, Him, Princess Morebucks, the Smiths, Bunny--"

"BUNNY?!" gasped Blossom. "We never told anyone about Bunny, not even the Professor!"

Buttercup agreed, "I guess you really DO know all of our secrets!"

"Uh, Bumblebee?" asked Bubbles. "I hope you don't mind, but, is everyone in your world... 'little', like you?"

Bumblebee chuckled and replied, "No, I got shrunk to this size when I went from my world to yours. It was part of the magic spell that I had to be 'limited' in some way if I became a Powerpuff Girl!"

Blossom commented, "That sure was an odd limit Florina put on you, making you all itty-bitty like that!"

"Yeah, I know," Bumblebee answered. "I thought she was going to limit the time I spent here, not how tall I was!"

"So you're normal-sized in your own world?" Buttercup asked.

"Well, I'm the shortest girl in the fifth grade at my school," the smallest Powerpuff replied. "But I'm not so small that I could walk into a mousehole! I'm just real, real short for my age."

There was a knock on the door. To Bumblebee's surprise, Blossom rested her arm on the desk, blocking the smaller girl's view of the door. "Don't come in!" Blossom yelled, "We're not dressed!"

From the hallway, Professor Utonium called, "All right, Girls. I'll just leave your dresses here by the door. Better hurry, though! You don't want to miss too much school!"

Bumblebee was confused. "Why did you block me from seeing the Professor?" she asked. "And how come you told him not to come in? You got your nighties on as soon as we arrived!"

As Blossom got the dry uniforms, Buttercup explained, "We don't care if you see the Professor; we don't want the Professor to see YOU! If he knew you were here, and a fifth grader, he'd insist that you spend the day at Ferntree Elementary up the street. You're coming to school with us!"