From his lair, Him watched happily at the sad group waiting for Bubbles.
His plan was working perfectly and now, he was ready for the next part.
Of all the items he had in his lair, right now he was most pleased with
his own version of the Powerpuff hotline. And now was the perfect opportunity
to use it.
He led Buttercup to the phone and began the next stage of his sinister
plan.
Meanwhile, the kids were still wondering what to do next. Buttercup was
missing and Bubbles was sick.
Before anyone could think of anything to say, the hotline rang. Blossom
hurried to answer it.
"Hello...Buttercup!...Are you alright?...Don't worry. We'll help you."
She hung up and turned to the others.
"Buttercup's in trouble. Let's go."
She had barely spoken the words before the group was flying to out find
Buttercup. They didn't have to fly far to find the alley Buttercup was sitting
in. She appeared hurt and Blossom was quick to go over to her.
However, before she could say anything, Buttercup nailed her, sending her
flying back to the group. Catching them off guard, she began beating down on
them. Gabriel however seemed completely unharmed. He acted like he was firing
a blast from his hands but nothing came out. Instead, it came from his shadow
and hit Buttercup's shadow. She recoiled from this.
"Schlamek!" He cried.
Buttercup pulled herself up and her eyes began to flash red as she
prepared her eye beams. As she charged up, the redness began to darken.
Blossom, knowing what was coming, yelled to the others and jumped out of the
alley. Jingles grabbed Gabriel, who wouldn't have been smart enough to do
anything himself and flew out of the alley with him.
Tinsel was about to follow, but he tripped on a pop can and fell to the
ground. He looked up to see Buttercup about to fire the now blood red beams.
"Oh man!" he groaned.
She fired. The entire area lit with red light. Finally she stopped and
flew upwards. Jingles looked in.
"Gabriel." He yelled. "Follow her!"
Gabriel flew off in the direction Buttercup had gone. Jingles and Blossom
flew over to Tinsel who wasn't moving. Blossom checked him over and turned to
Jingles.
"Quick." She said. "We need to get him to the Professor."
They carried him off. Blossom couldn't believe this. There was only
three of them left. What kind of Christmas was this turning out to be?
His plan was working perfectly and now, he was ready for the next part.
Of all the items he had in his lair, right now he was most pleased with
his own version of the Powerpuff hotline. And now was the perfect opportunity
to use it.
He led Buttercup to the phone and began the next stage of his sinister
plan.
Meanwhile, the kids were still wondering what to do next. Buttercup was
missing and Bubbles was sick.
Before anyone could think of anything to say, the hotline rang. Blossom
hurried to answer it.
"Hello...Buttercup!...Are you alright?...Don't worry. We'll help you."
She hung up and turned to the others.
"Buttercup's in trouble. Let's go."
She had barely spoken the words before the group was flying to out find
Buttercup. They didn't have to fly far to find the alley Buttercup was sitting
in. She appeared hurt and Blossom was quick to go over to her.
However, before she could say anything, Buttercup nailed her, sending her
flying back to the group. Catching them off guard, she began beating down on
them. Gabriel however seemed completely unharmed. He acted like he was firing
a blast from his hands but nothing came out. Instead, it came from his shadow
and hit Buttercup's shadow. She recoiled from this.
"Schlamek!" He cried.
Buttercup pulled herself up and her eyes began to flash red as she
prepared her eye beams. As she charged up, the redness began to darken.
Blossom, knowing what was coming, yelled to the others and jumped out of the
alley. Jingles grabbed Gabriel, who wouldn't have been smart enough to do
anything himself and flew out of the alley with him.
Tinsel was about to follow, but he tripped on a pop can and fell to the
ground. He looked up to see Buttercup about to fire the now blood red beams.
"Oh man!" he groaned.
She fired. The entire area lit with red light. Finally she stopped and
flew upwards. Jingles looked in.
"Gabriel." He yelled. "Follow her!"
Gabriel flew off in the direction Buttercup had gone. Jingles and Blossom
flew over to Tinsel who wasn't moving. Blossom checked him over and turned to
Jingles.
"Quick." She said. "We need to get him to the Professor."
They carried him off. Blossom couldn't believe this. There was only
three of them left. What kind of Christmas was this turning out to be?
