A POWERPUFF CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER 1



The city of Townsville...is celebrating Christmas. Snow littered the

ground and floated all over the sky. People bustled everywhere buying gifts,

returning gifts, or having gifts wrapped. On ever corner stood a Santa Claus,

ringing his bell, collecting money for the poor.

And, of course, children. They were everywhere enjoying the holiday.

Several kids were building a snowman while another group had a snowball fight.

Yes, everyone in Townsville was ready for the Christmas season.

Everyone except for the students at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. They still

hadn't been let out from school for the Christmas break yet. So while the

younger kids played and the adults shopped, these poor children sat in their

seats and waited, impatiently for the clock to read three p.m.

Their teacher, Ms. Keane, was busily writing out words on the chalkboard.

She was completely oblivious to the time. She was also oblivious to the fact

that the only student listening to her was Blossom.

Blossom always listened closely to the teacher. She enjoyed learning and

was always striving to get all the education she could. Her bright pink eyes

would search the board as Ms. Keane wrote, trying to find even the smallest

details.

She brushed her red hair away from her face and continued to listen

intently. She knew her sisters weren't listening, which meant she'd have to

explain it to them later. Even though they were all the same age, she felt, at

times like this, that she was the most mature. Perhaps even like the big sister

to the other two.

Beside her sat Bubbles. Unlike Blossom, she acted like the six year old she

was. She enjoyed coloring, stuffed animals, and singing. At the moment, she

was going with the first of her three loves. Before her on the desk sat a

picture she was working on of her and her sisters. She quickly grabbed a blue

crayon to finish her own eyes and dress. She didn't catch any of the things Ms.

Keane was saying, but she wasn't worried. Blossom always made sure she learned

anything she had missed during school. Without giving a second thought to the

class, she continued her drawing.

Buttercup, the middle child of sorts, wasn't enjoying herself as much as her

sisters were. She didn't like drawing and couldn't have cared less for what the

teacher was saying. She like action and excitement. She wished the hotline

would ring so she could leave to fight a monster or something. She cocked her

head and her large green eyes looked at the clock for the hundredth time. Two

fifty-eight, it read. She let out an exasperated sigh and tried to think of a

way to pass the time.

The three of them were created by Professor Utonium. He had been attempting to

create the perfect little girl, using sugar, spice, and everything nice.

However, he had accidentally added Chemical X to the concoction creating the

Powerpuff Girls. They soon discovered that they had superpowers and had

dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.

Unfortunately for Buttercup, being a superhero didn't exclude her from school.

What she found even more unfortunate was the fact that things had been extremely

quiet lately. Very little crime had taken place, which meant no fighting for

her.

Finally, the bell rang and they were free to leave for two weeks of vacation.

Buttercup was the first out the door followed closely by her sisters and the

other kindergarteners.

"Free at last!" Buttercup screamed.

Bubbles squealed, happily, and yelled out, "Presents"

"Remember, girls. Just because we're on vacation, it doesn't mean crime stops.

We have a responsibility to protect the city no mater what"

Buttercup looked at Blossom with distain as she finished her speech. Boy, she

sure knows how to ruin a good time, she thought.

Bubbles, however, wasn't fazed by what Blossom said and continued to happily

talk about what she wanted for Christmas.

Finally, they reached the front door of their home to be greeted by Professor

Utonium.

"Hello, girls," he began. "I'm glad you're home from school. I have a surprise

for you."

"A puppy?" Bubbles guessed, hopefully.

The Professor chuckled. "Not quite, but it's still pretty good."

He stepped aside and the girls were shocked to see three boys who looked very

similar to the Rowdyruff Boys. The only difference was the color of each boy's

shirt and eyes. One was purple, one was gray, and the other was brown.

The girls weren't sure what was going on, but something didn't seem right.