PpG3.3

Secrets and Surprises

Chapter Three - Questions

"AUGH!"
Blossom and Bubbles jumped out of bed.
"AUGH! Where is it!" a green streak of light zipped around the room, pulling clothes out of closets and dressers, toys out of boxes and books off shelves. Buttercup stopped abruptly in front of Blossom. "All right, what did you do with it?"
"With what?" Blossom asked sleepily.
"My notebook! You took it!" She flew over to Bubbles. "Or maybe you did. But one of you took my notebook!" Buttercup flew back to her dresser and began taking out all the drawers.
Blossom floated over to Bubbles. "What drawer did you put the notebook into?" she whispered.
"Uhm...I don't know," Bubbles said. "Why?"
"I told you to put it back into her underwear drawer!"
Bubbles looked confused for a minute. "No, you didn't. You said to put it back in her dresser."
Buttercup finally found what she was looking for, in the top drawer of her dresser. "Hah! Proof!"
"How is that proof?" Blossom asked.
"I put my notebook in my bottom drawer, the underwear drawer. And here it is, in my shirt drawer!" She floated back to her sisters, staying just high enough that they had to look up to her. "Which one of you did it." Silence. "Tell me. Tell me now!"
Neither girl admitted to anything for a moment, but Bubbles had always been terrible at keeping secrets. "Who's A.M.?"
"It was you!" Buttercup dove down at her sister, pushing her down to the floor and starting a terribly one-sided wrestling match.
Blossom joined the fight, at first trying to pull Buttercup away from Bubbles, but after Buttercup gave her a well placed punch to her eye, Blossom was tired of trying to be the peace keeper and joined the fight, making it an all out three way match between the girls. And all of this before breakfast.
The Professor didn't know anything was wrong until he heard a lamp crash in the Girls' room. He knew they had their share of arguments, what trio of sisters didn't?, but when furniture was broken, he knew it was time to step in.
"Girls!" he shouted when he reached their room the Girls in their fight. At the sound of his voice, all three of the Girls abandoned whoever they were fighting and floated sullenly in the air in front of the Professor.
"Yes, Professor?" they answered him in unison.
The Professor stared at his Girls for a moment. Bubbles was a mess, with a split lip and bruises and scratches all over. Blossom wasn't much better, with a black eye and a nasty looking cut on her forehead. Buttercup was unharmed compared to them, only a few minor scratches, although all the Girls looked like they'd been through a tornado, with torn nightgowns and ratted hair.
"What happened?"
Buttercup pointed a hand at her sisters. "They stole my notebook. Again!"
The Professor glanced at the notebook sitting on Buttercup's bed. "Buttercup, the notebook's on your bed."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Now it is. When I woke up this morning, it was in the wrong drawer. I put it back in my bottom drawer every time I finish writing in it. This morning it was in my shirt drawer."
"Perhaps you made a mistake," the Professor said gently.
"And then Bubbles asked me about something she could only have read in my notebook! How's that for incriminating evidence?"
The Professor looked at Bubbles, disappointment written on his face. "Bubbles. Is this true?"
Bubbles lowered her head. "Yes, Professor. But Blossom took it first!"
"Hey!" Blossom protested.
"Blossom! I'm surprised," the Professor said. "At both of you. And very disappointed. Curiosity is one thing, but didn't I tell you yesterday that you were not to read Buttercup's notebook?"
"But we needed to know," Blossom said quietly. "What if she'd been in trouble or something?"
"Taking care of you three is my responsibility. If I thought Buttercup was in trouble, I'd take care of it myself." The Professor sighed and sat at the nearest desk, Blossom's pink one. "Girls, come here." Obediently, the Girls stood before the Professor. "I'm glad you look out for eachother, sisters should do that, but we all need to learn to give eachother some independence. I have to learn that you Girls are growing up, that you don't need me hovering over you constantly. And you need to begin letting go of each other. I hope you'll always be close, but you're three unique individuals, and now you all have different needs." He stood up, "Now, let's get you three cleaned up quick, or you'll be late to school." He herded all the Girls into the bathroom and helped them clean up their scratches and bandage the wounds. It was going to be a raggedy group of Powerpuff Girls going to Townsville Junior High that day.
Buttercup, being the least wounded, was the first to leave the bathroom, and she seemed quite grateful to be, probably because she'd need to find a new hiding place for her notebook. She wouldn't be trusting her sisters for awhile.
"I hope you two understand that what you did to Buttercup was wrong," the Professor told Blossom and Bubbles as he washed the blood from the red-head's bangs and face. "But you two still have to be punished. You defied your sister's wishes twice and deliberately did what I told you not to do. No TV or computer for two days, unless it's for homework. And you can only leave the house if it's to fight crime or go to school. Okay?" blossom and Bubbles hung their heads but muttered their agreements. The Professor patted them both on their backs and sent them to get dressed. The Girls rarely messed up at home, but when they did, they needed a firm reminder that they weren't perfect in every way, despite his attempts.