Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful, but there wasn't time to enjoy it. There was a very difficult thing that had to be done, and that was to tell the mayor about Bubbles' 'problem'. If not done right, this one rather simple-minded little person could send the city into a panic. The only way to approach it was to go through the mayor's assistant, Ms. Sara Bellum.
Being a Sunday and Townsville Hall being closed except for emergencies, Professor gave her a call at her home. Without telling her exactly what it was, he convinced her of the seriousness of the situation and soon the girls were in the car and they were all on their way out to Ms. Bellum's house.
As they pulled into the long, steep driveway of the sprawling ranch-style home on Yodelinda Way, Blossom tried to calm Bubbles' anxiety.
"Don't worry, Bubbles, Ms. Bellum will get Mayor to understand."
To herself, she thought, "If SHE can't, NOBODY can!"
"Right, Professor?" she added.
"Yep, that Ms. Bellum is one persuasive lady!"
"Must be." he thought, taking in the house and grounds. "How else does a public servant afford a spread like this?"
He parked the car and they got out and went up to the door. Professor carried a small zippered bag with a handle; inside were a few pairs of the glasses they'd built.
"Now Girls, let me do the talking, all right?"
They were surprised to see Sara dressed in her customary red business suit and heels on a Sunday, but then again, she would be prepared to head straight for Townsville Hall in the case of an emergency. She welcomed them in and offered Professor coffee and Blossom and Buttercup cocoa.
They politely declined, but Bubbles licked her lips at the thought. She was really going to miss food if Professor couldn't fix her. That chili dog the night before had no flavor at all, even though she chewed it real good. It made a big mess on the floor under her because everything just fell straight down. Her sisters made HER clean it up, too; so there would be no cocoa for her.
Sara got her guests seated and asked the obvious question. "Professor, if there is something wrong with Bubbles, how could you possibly leave her all alone at home?"
"We didn't, Ms. Bellum." He unzipped the bag, took out a pair of specs and handed them to Sara.
She put them on, and there sat Bubbles, on the couch between her sisters. The child smiled brightly and waved, "Hi, Ms. Bellum!"
"Oh, THERE you are!" She thought it a bit strange that Bubbles wouldn't have changed out of her nightgown before leaving the house. The Powerpuff also had a strange transparency about her, too; but that was probably a result of the Professor's new technology to make the Girls invisible. Wait a second, WHAT new technology?
"Professor, THIS is a PROBLEM?! Why, if you can make the Girls invisible, just think of how much more effective they can be in fighting crime!"
Then it dawned on her. "Or is the problem that you don't know how to make her visible again?"
Buttercup jumped up. "Yes! That's the problem!"
She saw her sisters grinning at her and knew what they were thinking. "Why didn't we think of this before?" But she didn't see Professor frowning at her.
"Buttercup, what did I tell you!" The Girls flinched.
He looked at Sara. "No, Ms. Bellum, that's a really good lie, but that's not the problem."
He saw them look at him in surprise. "I'm sorry, Girls, honesty is the best policy. Sara, yesterday morning, we had a little accident at the house. A combination of things led to Bubbles' electrocuting herself and you're looking at her ghost right now."
Sara saw Bubbles shrug her shoulders as if to say, "Yup, it's true." She couldn't get the goggles off her face fast enough.
Even after Professor explained the scientific reasoning behind it, Sara still refused to believe it and was becoming angry at being the butt of such a cruel joke. Finally, Bubbles just got up and floated through the wall of the living room and outside.
"There, Ms. Bellum, NOW d'ya believe it?" Buttercup frowned.
"Ms. Bellum, Bubbles beat up Mojo all by herself last night before we got there." Blossom said.
Sara started to respond that it was beginning to make sense, impossible as it was, but her doorbell rang, cutting her off.
"It's Bubbles." Buttercup said.
"It's probably the paperboy collecting. If it's Bubbles, why doesn't she come back through the wall?" Sara got up to answer the door.
"Because only one of her can!" Blossom explained.
Bellum opened the door and froze. The little ghost was holding a Bubbles doll in a package; it was as big as she was. Seeing that was just too much for her overloaded synapses. She fainted.
Revived and calmed down, she listened to the story about Lenny Baxter. She agreed with them that Townsville needed to know, since no one knew how long Bubbles would have to stay like this. Maybe forever. They'd get used to the idea eventually.
"Professor, the camera was a great idea. We'll give the glasses to crowd control. Don't worry about Mayor, I'll work on him."
"What are you gonna do, Ms. Bellum?" Blossom asked.
"Never mind, Blossom, Ms. Bellum and I can work out the arrangements. I want you three to go home and get some rest."
"Awwwwwww!" they whined.
"Go on. You didn't get much sleep last night."
"I didn't get ANY sleep last night." Bubbles said. "I don't hafta sleep!"
Professor frowned at her. "Oh? And just what DID you do all night long all by yourself, hmmmm?"
"I went to visit Mojo in jail!" She giggled, remembering. "They hadda come an' put a strait jacket on him!"
