Meanwhile, in Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, some park rangers were doing research on one of the wolf packs.

"It looks as though they're getting along rather nicely," commented one.

"Hey, look at that one! It's blonde!" said another.

"Holy crap! That's not a wolf, that's a human!"

"Well, get it over here!"

The first one walked slowly over to the wolves. All of them scattered except for the yellow one.

She was different from the rest of the wolves, she knew that. She had been found when she was a pup, and even though she wasn't really a wolf, she somehow knew their language. She had been raised by the wolves for twelve years, but she kept on having weird memories… and they even seemed to come from two different life times. She walked over to these strange creatures, which strangely enough looked a little like her, and waited.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the park ranger said in a soothing voice.

The girl stepped back, surprised that she could understand what he was saying. "I know," she said.

"You can speak English?"

"Yeah… I guess so…"

"How long have you been with the wolves?"

"Since I was a pup… I was three years old when they found me."

"And you still remember English? You look to be about fifteen. Have you had any human contact?"

"No… I can just remember English. I can seem to remember how I got here, but I can remember something else, too…"

The park ranger looked at her. Her blonde hair was tangled and covered all of her body, since she obviously had never had a haircut. Her eyes were robin egg's blue, and were very large. And she had no fingers and toes!

"Why don't you come with us?"

"Okay," said the girl.


They clothed her, and cut her hair, although it was still very long and went past her butt. "Now, what can you remember? Can you remember your name?"

The girl closed her eyes and thought hard. "Bubbles," she said suddenly. "My name is Bubbles Utonium."

"Bubbles? That's odd," commented the park rangers, doctors, and news reporters who were standing around her. Finally a doctor asked, "Can you remember anything about your family?"

"Well," said Bubbles, "there's the Professor; I think he's my dad. And then there's Buttercup and Blossom."

A news reporter snapped his fingers. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere!"

"Where?" asked Bubbles.

"Townsville. Does that name ring any bells?"

"Yeah!" said Bubbles. "That's where I came from!"

"Well, I went to Townsville, and-"

"What were you doing in Townsville?" interrupted a doctor.

"I'm a news reporter, alright?" he snapped.

"What's so bad about Townsville?" asked Bubbles.

"The city is almost constantly under siege," said the doctor.

"But I thought my sisters and I used our superpowers to save the day," said Bubbles quietly. Everyone gave her funny looks and the doctors quickly jotted down a few notes in their notebooks.

"I know I sound crazy," said Bubbles, "but I don't think this is where I'm supposed to be. Anyway, what were you about to say about Townsville?"

"Well," continued the news reporter, "I went to Townsville and ate at Pizza Hut, since that's about the only place to eat, thanks to Mojo Jojo. I was waited on a girl named Blossom. She had large eyes like you, except that they were pink, and she had no fingers."

"That's probably my sister," said Bubbles. "I want to see her."

"Alright," said a doctor, "you can go. It's probably better than staying here, even though it is in Townsville."


In Afghanistan, a young fifteen-year-old slave girl was tending to her master's wishes. "Clean up this house!" said her master in Afghan. "We are expecting an important visitor!"

"Yes sir," mumbled the slave girl. She was long black hair, large green eyes, and had no fingers or toes. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Get the door, slave!" hollered her master.

"Yes sir," said the girl, rolling her eyes sarcastically. She opened the door, and to her horror, the important visitor was… Osama bin Laden! (AN: Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

"Get out of my way, girl!" he said, shoving her aside. "I want to eat! I have traveled her all the way from the Taliban, and my body needs nourishment!"

"Good evening, sir!" said the owner of the house. "Please, have a seat! My slave will serve us." He then turned to the slave girl. "Now, you listen up. I don't want any of your sass or I'll kill you, you hear? I'll drop you like a rock!" (AN: The "drop you like a rock" thing is a quote from my band teacher, so I will give him full credit for that.)

"Okay, fine, sure, whatever you say," said the girl in a sing-song voice. She went to the kitchen and tried to think of some way she could get out of this vile situation.

"Girl! Get us some water!" cried her master. The girl filled up two glasses of water and brought them to her master and his guest, but she accidentally spilled bin Laden's on him.

"You have ruined my clothes!" shrieked bin Laden.

"It's just water, for cripes sake!" said the girl.

"Get me another glass!" cried bin Laden, shoving the glass at her.

As she entered the kitchen again, she heard bin Laden say, "What a stupid slave."

"Stupid indeed," said her master. "Too sassy for her own good."

The girl bubbled over with rage. ~This time you'll pay,~ she thought.

She ran, almost flew into the room. She only took a couple of steps and it really did look like she was flying. She went to bin Laden first. She punched him and kicked him and did all sorts of other very painful things to him. Bin Laden crashed to the floor.

"Mommy," he whimpered.

Then she turned to her master. "You're next!" she cried, and gave him the same treatment.

Once they were two crumpled heaps on the floor, the girl said, "Now I'll go to America, where there is liberty and justice for all, and I won't be called a stupid slave girl any more!"