A quick reply to the reviews - yes, Bubbles homestay seems to be the best
so far, but that may change soon! As for Mojo warming up to Blossom? Wait
and see!
Chapter 3
Characters copyright Cartoon Network
"Chucka cheek check chek churk!" Bubbles said in frustration to the furry brown woodchuck in front of her. Roughly translated into English, it worked out to "Don't come here, bad thing will hurt you!"
"I don't see a bad thing," said the woodchuck, looking around.
"No, but this is his territory. If he finds you, he'll try to hurt you!"
"But there's food here."
"You can find food somewhere else! It's not safe here!"
"But I'm hungry."
"Oh, never mind!" Bubbles picked up the woodchuck and, despite his obvious displeasure at the new experience, flew rapidly to a spot a few kilometres away from Fuzzy's hut. She deposited him in a clearing where he confusedly looked about and then shuffled off in the same direction he had come from.
"This isn't working!" thought Bubbles. Her eyes were bloodshot and heavily lidded; she had been transporting small, cute animals to safety for the better part of the night now, and the lack of sleep was catching up to her. "I'll have to think of something else. Suddenly, she perked up. "I know! I can build a fence around his property! That'll stop 'em!"
"Buuuuuuubles," came Fuzzy's cry distantly from her temporary home "Time tuh give Ferdinand a bath. He's gettin' a mite ripe."
Bubbles looked down at herself; she was covered with grime and animal fur from her chores and nighttime adventures. "I wonder when my bathtime is," she thought grumpily as she slowly flew back towards the shack.
*******
"Cuuuurrrsess!!"
Blossom shot bolt upright from her bed on the couch. "What's going on?" She sprang into the air, ready for action.
Mojo was bent over his workbench, and appeared not to have noticed her. "My plan, which has been progressing so wonderfully, has been halted in its progression! I do not have all of the chemicals I require to complete the concoction, although I had them a short time ago which is why I believed I still had them in my possession, as I forgot that I used them previously this month in another plan which was not so great as this one, and in fact did not work at all. And without these ingredients, I, Mojo Jojo, cannot complete my greatest plan ever, and with it conquer..," he turned with arms raised to deliver the final words of his rant, and noticed Blossom floating above the couch "uhh, conquer the market on uhh.. nutritional additives with my new and innovative product," he finished in a subdued voice.
"Mojo, what are you talking about?" asked Blossom wearily.
"Nothing, never mind, it is none of your business," Mojo said turning back to his plan.
"Maybe I could help," said Blossom, more brightly as she gained full consciousness. "What chemicals do you need?"
"Fahh, like I need the help of a small child to complete my work. This is much too complicated for one so young and simple minded as yourself," Mojo said haughtily.
"For your information, I help the Professor in his lab all of the time."
"Oh I'm sure you do," said Mojo, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure you are a great help to him when he is working on advanced biogenetic engineering experiments."
"And, I know where he keeps all of the different chemicals in his laboratory," Blossom continued, ignoring Mojo's sarcastic tone. "And how he labels them."
Mojo suddenly appeared to take more interest in his young ward. "Really? Blossom, I retract the derogatory words which I used previously with regards to your person. Perhaps you can help me after all."
"Uhh, thanks, I think..," said Blossom. "But listen, here's the deal. I'll try to find the chemicals for you, but you have to let me help you in the rest of your experiment, too."
"Preposterous! You could never hope to be of any use to me! You would just slow down my work on my plan."
"Well, that's the deal," Blossom stated calmly, folding her arms. "If I don't help, you don't get the chemicals."
"Very well, maybe we can work something out," grumbled the monkey.
"Great!" Said Blossom, happy at the chance to break the monotony of her stay at Mojo's lair. "What do you need first?"
*******
Buttercup slowly eased open the front door of her regular home in Pokey Oaks suburb, and gazed around the entranceway. It was strange to see it so quiet and dark. A wave of homesickness swept through her, and she felt tears brimming in her eyes. She wiped them away disgustedly - it wasn't like she was going to be away forever - surely she could handle a few days away from her sisters and dad.
Suddenly she detected a noise coming from the basement. She used her ultrasonic hearing to listen more intently; she could hear the distinct clinking noise of metal and glass objects being moved around. "Whoever you are, you sure picked the wrong house to rob!" she proclaimed as she sped down towards the basement door, breaking through it at lighting speed.
She spied a small figure in the gloom, and without hesitation slammed into the intruder from behind. "Hah! Gotcha! Huh?" She did a double take as the identity of her captive suddenly registered. "Blossom! Oh man, it is so great to see you!" Buttercup embraced Blossom in a bear hug.
"Yeah, its great to see you too, Buttercup, now will you PLEASE GET OFF ME!"
"Whoops, sorry!" Buttercup floated up into the air. Blossom stood up and dusted herself off.
"So, uh, how are things at Mojo's?" asked Buttercup, a little embarrassed at her overt display of emotion.
"It's pretty boring. He doesn't let me do anything." Blossom shuffled her feet nervously. She asked more brightly "What about you, you must be having fun at the Mitchelsons'!"
"It's ok. It'd be a lot better if they had anything to eat. I'm starving! I came back to see if there was still any of the Professor's broccoli cheese casserole in the fridge!"
"Wow, you must be hungry!" Blossom said, smiling. "You hate that stuff!"
"You're not kidding. And all I have to drink is this awful crab-apple beet drink."
"That doesn't sound too bad," said Blossom.
"Here, try some," Buttercup produced a plastic container full of a red liquid.
"Blossom removed the cap and sniffed at the contents. "Yecch, no thanks!" She placed the container on a shelf out of range of her olfactory senses. "Well, I'd better get back to Mojo's."
Buttercup gave her sister an odd look "Say, what are you doing back here, anyway? How come you're in the Professor's laboratory? You know he doesn't like us to be down here by ourselves."
"I, uh, was looking for my new "Justice Gal" comic book - I thought I left it down here the last time I was helping the Professor."
Buttercup studied her sister. "She's hiding something," she thought. "She always keeps all her stuff so organized, and she wouldn't have been reading comics down here, anyway." She opened her mouth to confront Blossom with these facts, when they heard a crash from above.
"Jeez Louis, now there's someone in our back yard!" Buttercup sped up the stairs and out through the back door, and Blossom quickly followed.
They spied the third sister rummaging through some old hammers and saws the Professor kept in the gardening shed.
"Bubbles!" both girls exclaimed in surprise.
"Blossom! Buttercup!" Bubbles flew into their arms, and the girls engaged in a quick group hug.
Blossom pulled back and started in surprise. "Bubbles! What happened to you?"
Bubbles face and clothes were covered with dirt and grime. Her large blue eyes had streaks of red running through them, and large black bags beneath them.
"No time to talk, gotta save the animals.. do laundry.. chop wood." Bubbles drifted off, a blank look on her face.
"Bubbles, make sense!" Buttercup snapped her "fingers" in front of Bubbles face.
"Ohh, its horrible! Fuzzy's been trying to shoot all of the cute little animals on his property! And yesterday he fed me squirrel stew!" Bubbles looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
"Mmmmm, squirrel stew.", Buttercup said dreamily.
"Buttercup!" Blossom shot her sister an angry look.
Bubbles ignored her sisters. "Can't sleep, gotta finish my fence around Fuzzy's place .. save the squirrels. rabbits. gophers.."
"Uhh, Bubbles, I think squirrels can climb fences," said Blossom.
"And rabbits and gophers can dig under them," added Buttercup helpfully.
The information took a minute to get through Bubbles sleep addled brain, then she sank to the ground, tears pouring from her eyes. "I can't just sit there and watch, I hafta do something!" she wailed.
"Just beat the stuffing out of him! Want me to help?" Buttercup's eyes lit up at the thought of some action.
"No, Buttercup, its not against the law to shoot animals on your own property," Blossom stated. "Sorry Bubbles. I guess there's nothing you can do."
"Well, I'm not giving up!" Bubbles said resolutely. "I won't sleep until I've found a way to stop Fuzzy!"
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
"The hotline!" the miniature phones on all three girls' wrists began ringing. Blossom picked hers up.
"Yes Mayor? A giant monster is destroying Townsville? We're on it! Buttercup, Bubbles, let's go!" The girls looked at each other happily for a moment; things felt normal for the first time since they had found the Professor in the laboratory. Then they took off towards the centre of town, leaving their multicoloured trail behind them in the night sky.
To be continued.
Chapter 3
Characters copyright Cartoon Network
"Chucka cheek check chek churk!" Bubbles said in frustration to the furry brown woodchuck in front of her. Roughly translated into English, it worked out to "Don't come here, bad thing will hurt you!"
"I don't see a bad thing," said the woodchuck, looking around.
"No, but this is his territory. If he finds you, he'll try to hurt you!"
"But there's food here."
"You can find food somewhere else! It's not safe here!"
"But I'm hungry."
"Oh, never mind!" Bubbles picked up the woodchuck and, despite his obvious displeasure at the new experience, flew rapidly to a spot a few kilometres away from Fuzzy's hut. She deposited him in a clearing where he confusedly looked about and then shuffled off in the same direction he had come from.
"This isn't working!" thought Bubbles. Her eyes were bloodshot and heavily lidded; she had been transporting small, cute animals to safety for the better part of the night now, and the lack of sleep was catching up to her. "I'll have to think of something else. Suddenly, she perked up. "I know! I can build a fence around his property! That'll stop 'em!"
"Buuuuuuubles," came Fuzzy's cry distantly from her temporary home "Time tuh give Ferdinand a bath. He's gettin' a mite ripe."
Bubbles looked down at herself; she was covered with grime and animal fur from her chores and nighttime adventures. "I wonder when my bathtime is," she thought grumpily as she slowly flew back towards the shack.
*******
"Cuuuurrrsess!!"
Blossom shot bolt upright from her bed on the couch. "What's going on?" She sprang into the air, ready for action.
Mojo was bent over his workbench, and appeared not to have noticed her. "My plan, which has been progressing so wonderfully, has been halted in its progression! I do not have all of the chemicals I require to complete the concoction, although I had them a short time ago which is why I believed I still had them in my possession, as I forgot that I used them previously this month in another plan which was not so great as this one, and in fact did not work at all. And without these ingredients, I, Mojo Jojo, cannot complete my greatest plan ever, and with it conquer..," he turned with arms raised to deliver the final words of his rant, and noticed Blossom floating above the couch "uhh, conquer the market on uhh.. nutritional additives with my new and innovative product," he finished in a subdued voice.
"Mojo, what are you talking about?" asked Blossom wearily.
"Nothing, never mind, it is none of your business," Mojo said turning back to his plan.
"Maybe I could help," said Blossom, more brightly as she gained full consciousness. "What chemicals do you need?"
"Fahh, like I need the help of a small child to complete my work. This is much too complicated for one so young and simple minded as yourself," Mojo said haughtily.
"For your information, I help the Professor in his lab all of the time."
"Oh I'm sure you do," said Mojo, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure you are a great help to him when he is working on advanced biogenetic engineering experiments."
"And, I know where he keeps all of the different chemicals in his laboratory," Blossom continued, ignoring Mojo's sarcastic tone. "And how he labels them."
Mojo suddenly appeared to take more interest in his young ward. "Really? Blossom, I retract the derogatory words which I used previously with regards to your person. Perhaps you can help me after all."
"Uhh, thanks, I think..," said Blossom. "But listen, here's the deal. I'll try to find the chemicals for you, but you have to let me help you in the rest of your experiment, too."
"Preposterous! You could never hope to be of any use to me! You would just slow down my work on my plan."
"Well, that's the deal," Blossom stated calmly, folding her arms. "If I don't help, you don't get the chemicals."
"Very well, maybe we can work something out," grumbled the monkey.
"Great!" Said Blossom, happy at the chance to break the monotony of her stay at Mojo's lair. "What do you need first?"
*******
Buttercup slowly eased open the front door of her regular home in Pokey Oaks suburb, and gazed around the entranceway. It was strange to see it so quiet and dark. A wave of homesickness swept through her, and she felt tears brimming in her eyes. She wiped them away disgustedly - it wasn't like she was going to be away forever - surely she could handle a few days away from her sisters and dad.
Suddenly she detected a noise coming from the basement. She used her ultrasonic hearing to listen more intently; she could hear the distinct clinking noise of metal and glass objects being moved around. "Whoever you are, you sure picked the wrong house to rob!" she proclaimed as she sped down towards the basement door, breaking through it at lighting speed.
She spied a small figure in the gloom, and without hesitation slammed into the intruder from behind. "Hah! Gotcha! Huh?" She did a double take as the identity of her captive suddenly registered. "Blossom! Oh man, it is so great to see you!" Buttercup embraced Blossom in a bear hug.
"Yeah, its great to see you too, Buttercup, now will you PLEASE GET OFF ME!"
"Whoops, sorry!" Buttercup floated up into the air. Blossom stood up and dusted herself off.
"So, uh, how are things at Mojo's?" asked Buttercup, a little embarrassed at her overt display of emotion.
"It's pretty boring. He doesn't let me do anything." Blossom shuffled her feet nervously. She asked more brightly "What about you, you must be having fun at the Mitchelsons'!"
"It's ok. It'd be a lot better if they had anything to eat. I'm starving! I came back to see if there was still any of the Professor's broccoli cheese casserole in the fridge!"
"Wow, you must be hungry!" Blossom said, smiling. "You hate that stuff!"
"You're not kidding. And all I have to drink is this awful crab-apple beet drink."
"That doesn't sound too bad," said Blossom.
"Here, try some," Buttercup produced a plastic container full of a red liquid.
"Blossom removed the cap and sniffed at the contents. "Yecch, no thanks!" She placed the container on a shelf out of range of her olfactory senses. "Well, I'd better get back to Mojo's."
Buttercup gave her sister an odd look "Say, what are you doing back here, anyway? How come you're in the Professor's laboratory? You know he doesn't like us to be down here by ourselves."
"I, uh, was looking for my new "Justice Gal" comic book - I thought I left it down here the last time I was helping the Professor."
Buttercup studied her sister. "She's hiding something," she thought. "She always keeps all her stuff so organized, and she wouldn't have been reading comics down here, anyway." She opened her mouth to confront Blossom with these facts, when they heard a crash from above.
"Jeez Louis, now there's someone in our back yard!" Buttercup sped up the stairs and out through the back door, and Blossom quickly followed.
They spied the third sister rummaging through some old hammers and saws the Professor kept in the gardening shed.
"Bubbles!" both girls exclaimed in surprise.
"Blossom! Buttercup!" Bubbles flew into their arms, and the girls engaged in a quick group hug.
Blossom pulled back and started in surprise. "Bubbles! What happened to you?"
Bubbles face and clothes were covered with dirt and grime. Her large blue eyes had streaks of red running through them, and large black bags beneath them.
"No time to talk, gotta save the animals.. do laundry.. chop wood." Bubbles drifted off, a blank look on her face.
"Bubbles, make sense!" Buttercup snapped her "fingers" in front of Bubbles face.
"Ohh, its horrible! Fuzzy's been trying to shoot all of the cute little animals on his property! And yesterday he fed me squirrel stew!" Bubbles looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
"Mmmmm, squirrel stew.", Buttercup said dreamily.
"Buttercup!" Blossom shot her sister an angry look.
Bubbles ignored her sisters. "Can't sleep, gotta finish my fence around Fuzzy's place .. save the squirrels. rabbits. gophers.."
"Uhh, Bubbles, I think squirrels can climb fences," said Blossom.
"And rabbits and gophers can dig under them," added Buttercup helpfully.
The information took a minute to get through Bubbles sleep addled brain, then she sank to the ground, tears pouring from her eyes. "I can't just sit there and watch, I hafta do something!" she wailed.
"Just beat the stuffing out of him! Want me to help?" Buttercup's eyes lit up at the thought of some action.
"No, Buttercup, its not against the law to shoot animals on your own property," Blossom stated. "Sorry Bubbles. I guess there's nothing you can do."
"Well, I'm not giving up!" Bubbles said resolutely. "I won't sleep until I've found a way to stop Fuzzy!"
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
"The hotline!" the miniature phones on all three girls' wrists began ringing. Blossom picked hers up.
"Yes Mayor? A giant monster is destroying Townsville? We're on it! Buttercup, Bubbles, let's go!" The girls looked at each other happily for a moment; things felt normal for the first time since they had found the Professor in the laboratory. Then they took off towards the centre of town, leaving their multicoloured trail behind them in the night sky.
To be continued.