Secrets and Surprises
"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.
