Thanks for the reviews! Hairy Gregory, I figured Mojo and Fuzzy got on the
list the same way, say, Mojo got the babysitting job in Child Fearing, or
Fuzzy was elected in Impeachment Fuzz - there aren't too many bright lights
in Townsville! Icekings, I don't expect to have any angst in my story -
well, maybe just a little. Spot the Red Dwarf references in the next
chapter!
Chapter 2
Characters copyright Cartoon Network
The girls went home with Mr. Wednesday to pack their things. They had a brief argument about who should take the hotline, until Bubbles remembered the miniature hotline "wristwatches" that the Professor had developed for each of them. They had never liked wearing them much, as they tended to get in the way of other activities, but they seemed the perfect solution in this case. While they could not communicate with each other on the phones, at least they would all be alerted quickly in case of an emergency. The girls bid a sad goodbye to each other, and were quickly chaperoned off to their respective foster homes.
Bubbles slowly approached Fuzzy's dilapidated shack, suitcase in hand, and knocked on the door "Hello! Anyone home?" She opened the door a crack.
"Yeah, I'm here, git yerself inside and shut that there door, were yuh born in a barn?" Fuzzy snarled at her from his seat in front of the fireplace.
Bubbles sighed and entered the hut, shutting the door behind her.
"I don't like havin yuh here any more than y'all wanna be here, but since y'all's here, we might as well make the best of it." Fuzzy pointed to a pile of rags in the corner. "You kin put yer stuff over there"
"Is that where I sleep?" asked Bubbles nervously.
"Heck no, yuh kin sleep with Ferdinand" Fuzzy pointed to a slumbering pig on a pile of straw in the opposite corner. "Them rags are for yuh te do yer household chores with. Y'all kin start by cleanin up this here shack, it's a right mess, uh hu hu heeuh!" Fuzzy guffawed as he turned back towards the fireplace and reached for his "jug of water".
Bubbles sighed again, and moved slowly towards the rag heap.
****************
"Hi Mojo!" Blossom crashed through the roof into the main room of Mojo's hideout.
The monkey turned in alarm from a large blueprint he had been studying, then threw up his arms in frustration "Aaargh! In case you did not notice, I have a device located in the external wall of the observatory known as a door. The purpose of this apparatus is to allow for convenient entrance into the building, thus eradicating the need to make an alternate entrance by crashing through the top of my home!"
"Whoops, sorry, it just seemed so natural," Blossom said "So, uh, I guess I'm going to be here for a while."
"Yeah, yeah. I knew I should not have agreed to a reduced sentence in exchange for community service, as my brilliant mind always allows me to escape shortly after I have been incarcerated anyway. What was I thinking? Anyway, do not bother me now, I'm busy trying to take over .", Mojo glanced nervously up at Blossom " uuuh. trying to look over this plan I have that is really of no great importance or interest to anyone."
"Sure Mojo, whatever." Blossom floated down onto the floor, and gazed forlornly out at the city below through one of the observatory's oval windows.
*********************
Buttercup had been at the Mitchelson's for nearly two hours now. She had been having a great time with Mitch. So far, they had played football, tried lighting various things on fire with a magnifying glass (a task they found was much more successful when Buttercup used her laser eyes), and watched "Die Screaming with Sharp Things Sticking Out of Your Head".
Buttercup lay on the floor of Mitch's room after the movie had finished. "This is awesome! Say, how come your Grandma's looking after me, anyway? She didn't go to jail, did she?"
"What?" Mitch looked confused "Nah, Grandma hasn't even been out of the house in about fifty years. She just needs the money. Ever since Dad started that new business, things have been pretty tight around here"
"What's he do?"
"He has a stand over at Townsville Stadium, selling crab-apple beet drink."
"Yecch!" Buttercup stuck her tongue out." How can anybody drink that stuff? It's gross!"
"That's what everybody thinks. He's been there 2 months, and hasn't even sold enough to pay for his stand rent".
Buttercup suddenly noticed her stomach was rumbling. "Hey, I'm starving, what's for dinner?"
"Lessee", Mitch rummaged through the fridge. "Here we go!" He turned around to display a half empty bottle of congealed ketchup, some orange cheese slices speckled with green, a limp carrot, and a container of "Cup O' Noodles".
Buttercup sagged with disappointment "You aren't actually going to eat any of that stuff, are you?"
"Hey, its not so bad with ketchup," Mitch splorched some of the aging reddish sauce onto the carrot and bit into it. "Mmmm, chewy!"
"Don't you have anything else in there?" Buttercup asked, starting to feel desperate.
"Well, there's some crab-apple beet drink."
Buttercup sighed, "Pass over the Cup O' Noodles"
"If you say so. Some people have no taste." Mitch commented as he tossed her the container.
***************
In the meantime, Bubbles, although exhausted from hours of cleaning Fuzzy's hut, feeding his animals, and shovelling manure, was enjoying her dinner much more than Buttercup.
"Wow, Fuzzy, this is really good!" Bubbles eagerly chowed down on the meal in front of her.
"Thanks. Ah made it maself!" Fuzzy proudly proclaimed, rapidly shovelling his own bowl of food into his mouth.
"What is it? The Professor never made anything like this for us", asked Bubbles.
"Squirrel stew. Made it with a critter ah shot on mah property yesterday. Bubbles?... Hey, what's the matter?"
Bubbles had turned a pale shade of green. She then proceeded to pale to a sort of speckled grey, before falling out of her chair in a dead faint.
Fuzzy stood up and leaned over to look at her.
"Huh, these young uns shore get tired early. Oh well, she kin do the dishes in the morning, ain't no hurry" Fuzzy moved out to his chair on the porch to resume his daily inactivity.
*********** Blossom sat on the floor of Mojo's lair, watching the villain continuously tightening a bolt on a large, ominous looking machine. She looked down at her hotline wristwatch wistfully; it had not rung once since the girls had left the hospital.
"Mojo, can I.."
"Do not disturb my concentration now, this is a very delicate procedure which requires my full attention, so I cannot be interrupted at this time", Mojo continued to tighten the bolt.
Blossom moaned, and looked around the room. She reached out to pick up a ship in a bottle sitting on the coffee table.
"And do not touch anything!" came the imperious command from behind her. Moaning again, she let her hand drop, and returned to staring out the window.
To be continued..
Chapter 2
Characters copyright Cartoon Network
The girls went home with Mr. Wednesday to pack their things. They had a brief argument about who should take the hotline, until Bubbles remembered the miniature hotline "wristwatches" that the Professor had developed for each of them. They had never liked wearing them much, as they tended to get in the way of other activities, but they seemed the perfect solution in this case. While they could not communicate with each other on the phones, at least they would all be alerted quickly in case of an emergency. The girls bid a sad goodbye to each other, and were quickly chaperoned off to their respective foster homes.
Bubbles slowly approached Fuzzy's dilapidated shack, suitcase in hand, and knocked on the door "Hello! Anyone home?" She opened the door a crack.
"Yeah, I'm here, git yerself inside and shut that there door, were yuh born in a barn?" Fuzzy snarled at her from his seat in front of the fireplace.
Bubbles sighed and entered the hut, shutting the door behind her.
"I don't like havin yuh here any more than y'all wanna be here, but since y'all's here, we might as well make the best of it." Fuzzy pointed to a pile of rags in the corner. "You kin put yer stuff over there"
"Is that where I sleep?" asked Bubbles nervously.
"Heck no, yuh kin sleep with Ferdinand" Fuzzy pointed to a slumbering pig on a pile of straw in the opposite corner. "Them rags are for yuh te do yer household chores with. Y'all kin start by cleanin up this here shack, it's a right mess, uh hu hu heeuh!" Fuzzy guffawed as he turned back towards the fireplace and reached for his "jug of water".
Bubbles sighed again, and moved slowly towards the rag heap.
****************
"Hi Mojo!" Blossom crashed through the roof into the main room of Mojo's hideout.
The monkey turned in alarm from a large blueprint he had been studying, then threw up his arms in frustration "Aaargh! In case you did not notice, I have a device located in the external wall of the observatory known as a door. The purpose of this apparatus is to allow for convenient entrance into the building, thus eradicating the need to make an alternate entrance by crashing through the top of my home!"
"Whoops, sorry, it just seemed so natural," Blossom said "So, uh, I guess I'm going to be here for a while."
"Yeah, yeah. I knew I should not have agreed to a reduced sentence in exchange for community service, as my brilliant mind always allows me to escape shortly after I have been incarcerated anyway. What was I thinking? Anyway, do not bother me now, I'm busy trying to take over .", Mojo glanced nervously up at Blossom " uuuh. trying to look over this plan I have that is really of no great importance or interest to anyone."
"Sure Mojo, whatever." Blossom floated down onto the floor, and gazed forlornly out at the city below through one of the observatory's oval windows.
*********************
Buttercup had been at the Mitchelson's for nearly two hours now. She had been having a great time with Mitch. So far, they had played football, tried lighting various things on fire with a magnifying glass (a task they found was much more successful when Buttercup used her laser eyes), and watched "Die Screaming with Sharp Things Sticking Out of Your Head".
Buttercup lay on the floor of Mitch's room after the movie had finished. "This is awesome! Say, how come your Grandma's looking after me, anyway? She didn't go to jail, did she?"
"What?" Mitch looked confused "Nah, Grandma hasn't even been out of the house in about fifty years. She just needs the money. Ever since Dad started that new business, things have been pretty tight around here"
"What's he do?"
"He has a stand over at Townsville Stadium, selling crab-apple beet drink."
"Yecch!" Buttercup stuck her tongue out." How can anybody drink that stuff? It's gross!"
"That's what everybody thinks. He's been there 2 months, and hasn't even sold enough to pay for his stand rent".
Buttercup suddenly noticed her stomach was rumbling. "Hey, I'm starving, what's for dinner?"
"Lessee", Mitch rummaged through the fridge. "Here we go!" He turned around to display a half empty bottle of congealed ketchup, some orange cheese slices speckled with green, a limp carrot, and a container of "Cup O' Noodles".
Buttercup sagged with disappointment "You aren't actually going to eat any of that stuff, are you?"
"Hey, its not so bad with ketchup," Mitch splorched some of the aging reddish sauce onto the carrot and bit into it. "Mmmm, chewy!"
"Don't you have anything else in there?" Buttercup asked, starting to feel desperate.
"Well, there's some crab-apple beet drink."
Buttercup sighed, "Pass over the Cup O' Noodles"
"If you say so. Some people have no taste." Mitch commented as he tossed her the container.
***************
In the meantime, Bubbles, although exhausted from hours of cleaning Fuzzy's hut, feeding his animals, and shovelling manure, was enjoying her dinner much more than Buttercup.
"Wow, Fuzzy, this is really good!" Bubbles eagerly chowed down on the meal in front of her.
"Thanks. Ah made it maself!" Fuzzy proudly proclaimed, rapidly shovelling his own bowl of food into his mouth.
"What is it? The Professor never made anything like this for us", asked Bubbles.
"Squirrel stew. Made it with a critter ah shot on mah property yesterday. Bubbles?... Hey, what's the matter?"
Bubbles had turned a pale shade of green. She then proceeded to pale to a sort of speckled grey, before falling out of her chair in a dead faint.
Fuzzy stood up and leaned over to look at her.
"Huh, these young uns shore get tired early. Oh well, she kin do the dishes in the morning, ain't no hurry" Fuzzy moved out to his chair on the porch to resume his daily inactivity.
*********** Blossom sat on the floor of Mojo's lair, watching the villain continuously tightening a bolt on a large, ominous looking machine. She looked down at her hotline wristwatch wistfully; it had not rung once since the girls had left the hospital.
"Mojo, can I.."
"Do not disturb my concentration now, this is a very delicate procedure which requires my full attention, so I cannot be interrupted at this time", Mojo continued to tighten the bolt.
Blossom moaned, and looked around the room. She reached out to pick up a ship in a bottle sitting on the coffee table.
"And do not touch anything!" came the imperious command from behind her. Moaning again, she let her hand drop, and returned to staring out the window.
To be continued..