Blossom flew most of the way home, but when she got to the front lawn she landed and walked the rest of the way. As she had been flying, she had thought of all the ways she could accuse the Professor, but she then realized that he probably didn't know about her superpowers anyway. She rang the doorbell.
The Professor opened the door. "Hello BlossOOOOOM?! Blossom, honey, what happened?"
Blossom looked down at her tattered clothes and her bruised face. Mojo had managed to pack a few punches at her. "Professor, I was on duty at Pizza Hut and Mojo Jojo came in and demanded service! He was in my section, so I had to wait on him! He was acting really weird and yammering about 'Powderpuff Girls' or something like that. Then he punched me out of the window and shot his laser at me!"
"He shot his LASER at you? Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine… and then he started running towards me, and I took a deep breath and… Professor, did you know that I have superpowers?"
The Professor sadly nodded. "I did."
Blossom just stood there, unbelieving, for several moments. Then finally, she whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?"
The Professor sighed. "Come with me."
The two walked over to the Professor's bedroom.
"There's a lot that I've lied to you about, honestly. And I'm very sorry."
"What have you said that was a lie?" asked Blossom.
The Professor took a deep breath. "Well, for one thing, you have no mother."
Blossom was confused. "Everyone has to have a mother, Professor. I just don't have one anymore because she-"
"Died in childbirth," interrupted the Professor. "That's what I told you. But I never married, and you never had a mother."
"That's impossible," said Blossom, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Remember, Blossom, I'm a professor." He opened a drawer of his night table and pulled out three pictures. Blossom couldn't see what they were of, though, because the Professor held them to his chest. "I created you. You were the equivalent of about three years old. So technically, you're only twelve years old. I did have a camera long before you were born, but to explain to you why I don't have any baby pictures of you, or pictures of your mother, I said that I didn't get a camera until you were three."
Blossom nodded slowly. "Go on."
The Professor sighed sadly. "The worst is yet to come. I didn't create just you. You had two sisters." He showed Blossom the three pictures.
Blossom gasped. There she was, with her hair long like she had had it till she was nine, wearing that red bow that she had worn till she was six. She was also wearing the pink dress with the black band in the middle that she had worn occasionally. But what shocked her was that she realized that she wasn't an only child after all.
One of the girls had blonde hair in pigtails, and large robin-egg's-blue eyes. She was wearing a dress similar to Blossom's except that it was blue. She had a happy smile on her face, and Blossom could tell that she must have been very cheerful and optimistic.
The other had medium-length black hair in locks, and large green eyes. Her dress was green. She had a feisty look in her eyes, and a mischievous smile. Blossom figured that this one was the troublemaker, the tough one.
"The blue one's Bubbles, and the green one's Buttercup," said the Professor.
"Why aren't they here?" asked Blossom. "Did they die?"
The Professor's eyes filled with tears. Blossom found hers filling with tears, too. "Well, the reason that you-and your sisters-have superpowers is because my lab monkey pushed me into a container of chemical X, causing it to fill into the formula of the perfect little girls I was creating. That lab monkey was named Jojo. You know him now as Mojo Jojo."
Blossom gasped.
"I didn't really notice him until he jumped out of the shadows. He had somehow gotten his outfit and new name. He also had a cannon. He stuffed Bubbles into the cannon and blasted her off. She's probably been dead for a long time now."
"What about the other one… what was her name?"
"Buttercup. After that, the Afghans came and invaded. You've heard of those invasions, haven't you?"
"Yeah," said Blossom.
"Well, they took Buttercup. Then all I had was you. It was then when I decided to try to raise you like a normal little girl."
Blossom let out all of her breath in a big "Whooooo," a whooooo of fear and confusion. Just then the doorbell rang.
"I wonder who that could be?" wondered the Professor. He went to the door and looked through the peephole. "Why, there's two park rangers and a girl. I wonder what they want." He opened the door.
"Hello, are you Mr. Utonium?" asked one of the rangers.
"Professor Utonium, actually… why?" asked the Professor. Blossom walked up to the door and looked at them.
One of the rangers looked at Blossom. "And are you Blossom Utonium?"
"Yeah," said Blossom.
"We found this girl who had been raised by wolves," said the ranger, pointing to the girl who had been looking down at the ground the entire time. "We had a news reporter come and mention that she looked an awful lot like a girl who had waited on him at Pizza Hut in Townsville. Can you identify her? She seems to remember quite a bit, including perfect English. She seems to remember Professor and Blossom Utonium, and Townsville. She says her name is Bubbles."
The Professor drew in his breath. "Bubbles?" he whispered.
He slowly stepped closer to the girl and lifted up her face by the chin. "Look at me," he said softly. The girl opened her eyes. Blossom gasped. Her eyes looked just like hers! But this couldn't be that happy, cheerful girl from the pictures! Her eyes were dark and troubled and her lips were frozen in a sad frown.
"Professor?" she whispered.
The Professor hugged Bubbles and wept. Bubbles hugged him back and pretty soon she was crying too. Blossom then took charge.
"Thank you, sirs, this is my sister," she said. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her wallet. "Here," she said, pulling out some money.
"You can keep that," said one of the rangers.
"But I want to repay you somehow."
"We've been paid well enough by seeing that Bubbles was reunited with her family," said the other ranger. Then they both left.
The Professor and Bubbles had stopped hugging each other. Bubbles looked at Blossom. "Professor, can I speak to Blossom privately?" she asked.
"Sure, Bubbles," said the Professor. "In fact, why don't you two take a walk outside?"
"How come you could remember our names and where you were from?" asked Blossom.
"I don't know," admitted Bubbles. "But Blossom, there is something I have to tell you."
"What?"
Bubbles took a deep breath before she spoke. "We're not where we're supposed to be. All three of us-you, me, and Buttercup-are supposed to be fighting crime here in Townsville. We have superpowers."
"I know," said Blossom. "I just figured out that I had superpowers today. But what are you saying, that someone messed with our lives and we're not where we're supposed to be?"
"Exactly," said Bubbles. She floated up into the air. It was rather shocking for Blossom to see someone flying, then she suddenly realized that she could fly too. She joined her sister.
"Well, the first thing I think we should do is find where Buttercup is," said Blossom.
"Yeah, but where is she?" asked Bubbles.
"The Professor told me that she was captured by the Afghans," said Blossom. "So-"
She was interrupted by someone suddenly landing in front of her. The girl had wild black hair, fierce green eyes, and was dressed in rags.
"Buttercup," whispered Bubbles.
The girl looked shocked, then pointed to herself with her hand with no fingers and repeated, "Buttercup?"
Bubbles nodded. "Yes, Buttercup." She then pointed to herself. "Bubbles."
"Bubbles," repeated Buttercup, pointing at Bubbles.
Blossom then pointed at herself. "Blossom," she said clearly.
Buttercup pointed at Blossom. "Blossom," she said.
Blossom found her eyes filling with tears. One day ago, she hadn't even known that she had been separated from her sisters twelve years ago, and there they were. After twelve years of separation, she was finally with both of her sisters. Blossom hugged Buttercup and she knew that Buttercup understood. This was her family.
Bubbles turned to Blossom. "I think I know who could have done this," she said.
"Who?" asked Blossom.
Bubbles darted her head, as if to see if anyone was listening. She then quietly whispered, "Him."
"Who?" asked Blossom.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Him!" cried Bubbles. "Why, in the other life he was causing lots of mayhem and making a lot of people really scared!"
"Well, it couldn't hurt to go see him," said Blossom. "Let's roll!" She and Bubbles took off in the air. Buttercup couldn't understand what they were saying but she followed them anyway.
The Professor opened the door. "Hello BlossOOOOOM?! Blossom, honey, what happened?"
Blossom looked down at her tattered clothes and her bruised face. Mojo had managed to pack a few punches at her. "Professor, I was on duty at Pizza Hut and Mojo Jojo came in and demanded service! He was in my section, so I had to wait on him! He was acting really weird and yammering about 'Powderpuff Girls' or something like that. Then he punched me out of the window and shot his laser at me!"
"He shot his LASER at you? Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine… and then he started running towards me, and I took a deep breath and… Professor, did you know that I have superpowers?"
The Professor sadly nodded. "I did."
Blossom just stood there, unbelieving, for several moments. Then finally, she whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?"
The Professor sighed. "Come with me."
The two walked over to the Professor's bedroom.
"There's a lot that I've lied to you about, honestly. And I'm very sorry."
"What have you said that was a lie?" asked Blossom.
The Professor took a deep breath. "Well, for one thing, you have no mother."
Blossom was confused. "Everyone has to have a mother, Professor. I just don't have one anymore because she-"
"Died in childbirth," interrupted the Professor. "That's what I told you. But I never married, and you never had a mother."
"That's impossible," said Blossom, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Remember, Blossom, I'm a professor." He opened a drawer of his night table and pulled out three pictures. Blossom couldn't see what they were of, though, because the Professor held them to his chest. "I created you. You were the equivalent of about three years old. So technically, you're only twelve years old. I did have a camera long before you were born, but to explain to you why I don't have any baby pictures of you, or pictures of your mother, I said that I didn't get a camera until you were three."
Blossom nodded slowly. "Go on."
The Professor sighed sadly. "The worst is yet to come. I didn't create just you. You had two sisters." He showed Blossom the three pictures.
Blossom gasped. There she was, with her hair long like she had had it till she was nine, wearing that red bow that she had worn till she was six. She was also wearing the pink dress with the black band in the middle that she had worn occasionally. But what shocked her was that she realized that she wasn't an only child after all.
One of the girls had blonde hair in pigtails, and large robin-egg's-blue eyes. She was wearing a dress similar to Blossom's except that it was blue. She had a happy smile on her face, and Blossom could tell that she must have been very cheerful and optimistic.
The other had medium-length black hair in locks, and large green eyes. Her dress was green. She had a feisty look in her eyes, and a mischievous smile. Blossom figured that this one was the troublemaker, the tough one.
"The blue one's Bubbles, and the green one's Buttercup," said the Professor.
"Why aren't they here?" asked Blossom. "Did they die?"
The Professor's eyes filled with tears. Blossom found hers filling with tears, too. "Well, the reason that you-and your sisters-have superpowers is because my lab monkey pushed me into a container of chemical X, causing it to fill into the formula of the perfect little girls I was creating. That lab monkey was named Jojo. You know him now as Mojo Jojo."
Blossom gasped.
"I didn't really notice him until he jumped out of the shadows. He had somehow gotten his outfit and new name. He also had a cannon. He stuffed Bubbles into the cannon and blasted her off. She's probably been dead for a long time now."
"What about the other one… what was her name?"
"Buttercup. After that, the Afghans came and invaded. You've heard of those invasions, haven't you?"
"Yeah," said Blossom.
"Well, they took Buttercup. Then all I had was you. It was then when I decided to try to raise you like a normal little girl."
Blossom let out all of her breath in a big "Whooooo," a whooooo of fear and confusion. Just then the doorbell rang.
"I wonder who that could be?" wondered the Professor. He went to the door and looked through the peephole. "Why, there's two park rangers and a girl. I wonder what they want." He opened the door.
"Hello, are you Mr. Utonium?" asked one of the rangers.
"Professor Utonium, actually… why?" asked the Professor. Blossom walked up to the door and looked at them.
One of the rangers looked at Blossom. "And are you Blossom Utonium?"
"Yeah," said Blossom.
"We found this girl who had been raised by wolves," said the ranger, pointing to the girl who had been looking down at the ground the entire time. "We had a news reporter come and mention that she looked an awful lot like a girl who had waited on him at Pizza Hut in Townsville. Can you identify her? She seems to remember quite a bit, including perfect English. She seems to remember Professor and Blossom Utonium, and Townsville. She says her name is Bubbles."
The Professor drew in his breath. "Bubbles?" he whispered.
He slowly stepped closer to the girl and lifted up her face by the chin. "Look at me," he said softly. The girl opened her eyes. Blossom gasped. Her eyes looked just like hers! But this couldn't be that happy, cheerful girl from the pictures! Her eyes were dark and troubled and her lips were frozen in a sad frown.
"Professor?" she whispered.
The Professor hugged Bubbles and wept. Bubbles hugged him back and pretty soon she was crying too. Blossom then took charge.
"Thank you, sirs, this is my sister," she said. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her wallet. "Here," she said, pulling out some money.
"You can keep that," said one of the rangers.
"But I want to repay you somehow."
"We've been paid well enough by seeing that Bubbles was reunited with her family," said the other ranger. Then they both left.
The Professor and Bubbles had stopped hugging each other. Bubbles looked at Blossom. "Professor, can I speak to Blossom privately?" she asked.
"Sure, Bubbles," said the Professor. "In fact, why don't you two take a walk outside?"
"How come you could remember our names and where you were from?" asked Blossom.
"I don't know," admitted Bubbles. "But Blossom, there is something I have to tell you."
"What?"
Bubbles took a deep breath before she spoke. "We're not where we're supposed to be. All three of us-you, me, and Buttercup-are supposed to be fighting crime here in Townsville. We have superpowers."
"I know," said Blossom. "I just figured out that I had superpowers today. But what are you saying, that someone messed with our lives and we're not where we're supposed to be?"
"Exactly," said Bubbles. She floated up into the air. It was rather shocking for Blossom to see someone flying, then she suddenly realized that she could fly too. She joined her sister.
"Well, the first thing I think we should do is find where Buttercup is," said Blossom.
"Yeah, but where is she?" asked Bubbles.
"The Professor told me that she was captured by the Afghans," said Blossom. "So-"
She was interrupted by someone suddenly landing in front of her. The girl had wild black hair, fierce green eyes, and was dressed in rags.
"Buttercup," whispered Bubbles.
The girl looked shocked, then pointed to herself with her hand with no fingers and repeated, "Buttercup?"
Bubbles nodded. "Yes, Buttercup." She then pointed to herself. "Bubbles."
"Bubbles," repeated Buttercup, pointing at Bubbles.
Blossom then pointed at herself. "Blossom," she said clearly.
Buttercup pointed at Blossom. "Blossom," she said.
Blossom found her eyes filling with tears. One day ago, she hadn't even known that she had been separated from her sisters twelve years ago, and there they were. After twelve years of separation, she was finally with both of her sisters. Blossom hugged Buttercup and she knew that Buttercup understood. This was her family.
Bubbles turned to Blossom. "I think I know who could have done this," she said.
"Who?" asked Blossom.
Bubbles darted her head, as if to see if anyone was listening. She then quietly whispered, "Him."
"Who?" asked Blossom.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of Him!" cried Bubbles. "Why, in the other life he was causing lots of mayhem and making a lot of people really scared!"
"Well, it couldn't hurt to go see him," said Blossom. "Let's roll!" She and Bubbles took off in the air. Buttercup couldn't understand what they were saying but she followed them anyway.
