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Chapter 3
When everyone assembled in the classroom, Ms. Keane turned to them with a smile. "Class, I have a special announcement to make. I have just discovered that we have a child prodigy in our midst!"
"What's a progidy?" Bubbles asked the students at the table around her.
"It's like a toad, stupid" Mitch whispered back to her.
"Really? Bubbles looked around the room with interest, hoping to catch a glance of the new pet.
"Our little superhero, Buttercup, is not only a great crime fighter, she is also musically gifted with woodwind instruments. Because of her talent, I have decided she will be the flute player at our school concert!"
Buttercup mumbled something incomprehensible and looked down at the ground.
Bubbles flew out of her seat in alarm. "But Ms. Keane, I was s'possed to play the flute in the concert! You said I was special, remember?"
"You are special Bubbles, and you have a very - uhh - unique sound, but Buttercup has an exceptional gift that I think we should share with all of the family and friends of Pokey Oaks."
Bubbles eyes watered up, then she burst into tears "I don't care if she is an amphibian, you said I could play the flute first!" Sobbing, she began to drift out of the classroom.
"Bubbles, wait!" Ms. Keane called after her. "I have a different task for you that makes use of your own special talent!"
Bubbles turned around, sniffling. "Really?"
"Yes, you have shown yourself to be a very gifted artist, so I would really appreciate it if you would design the banner for our concert!"
"Yay! I can do that! Where are my crayons?"
As Bubbles zoomed off to find her art supplies, another hand raised imperatively from the back of the class.
"Ms. Keane," a whiney voice piped up. "I wanted to be the star of the show! My daddy has had the finest voice coaches working with me for weeks to perfect my singing voice!"
Ms. Keane sighed. "Princess, how many times do I have to tell you, you're playing the jingle bells! And you can't always be the centre of attention. You need to learn how to take turns with the other students."
"She can take my place, I don't care!" Buttercup called out cheerfully.
"Buttercup!" Ms. Keane looked disapprovingly at her. "Look, I've already given everyone their part in the concert, and nothing is going to change!
"We'll just see about that!" Princess said, folding her arms calmly.
********
The day of the big concert finally arrived. Due to the beautiful weather they were having, and the air conditioner breaking down in the classroom again, it was to be held in the school playground. Benches were set up in front of a raised wooden platform that functioned as a stage. A large banner above the platform, colourfully decorated with kittens, rainbows and hearts, read "Pokey Oaks Skool Consert". Fallen leaves from nearby Pokey Oaks forest added to the festive look of the scene.
"Oh boy, I can't wait to hear you girls perform in your first concert! I'm so proud of you!" the Professor enthused as he drove towards the kindergarten.
Buttercup, dressed in her sparkly green dress, folded her arms and scowled. "Geez, it's no big deal. It's not like we're saving the town or anything."
"Oh Buttercup, you look beautiful in that dress!" Bubbles exclaimed, "And that bow is so cute! You and Blossom could be twins!"
"We are twins," replied Buttercup irritably. "Well, I think we are, anyway."
"Well, here we are!" The Professor pulled into the school parking lot. The girls flew out the window and over to the concert area, where many students and their parents were already meandering about, waiting for the show.
"Hey, who put that up?" Bubbles pointed to an elaborately decorated golden podium set up on the stage. "That wasn't there when I hung up my sign!"
"I'll give you one guess," Blossom pointed to the initials "PM" which were embossed on its front.
"Umm - Fuzzy Lumpkins?" Bubbles guessed.
Blossom groaned. "Bubbles, that was a rhetorical question, I didn't expect you to answer!"
"Well, then why'd you ask it? And I thought you were supposed to be the smart one! Hey, where's the Professor going?"
The Professor was walking rapidly towards Ms. Keane, who was out trying to organize the parent volunteers at the orange drink table. He shoved a playbill featuring the image of Princess Morebucks into her face.
"Ms. Keane, what is the meaning of this? My daughter is supposed to be the star of the show, and you've got some spoiled brat with as much talent as a toothpick taking her place!"
"Relax, Professor Utonium. Your daughter is still a very important part of the show. I just decided to make a few adjustments, that's all." Ms. Keane said calmly, glancing down at her schedule.
"It's all because of that Valentino thing, isn't it? Well, there's no way my dislike of felines should have any influence on how you treat my daughters!"
"Please, Mr. Utonium, I'm a professional woman. I don't ever let my personal life affect my decisions as a teacher. Now calm down. You look like you're about to have kittens!"
"I don't mind, really!" Buttercup flew between the two combatants. "She can take my place."
"You stay out of this!" both grown-ups chorused.
"Geez, what was I thinking? It's not like my opinion matters in this!" Buttercup muttered angrily, floating away.
Ms Keane looked up at the irate parent in front of her. "Professor, you know how fond I am of your daughters, and Buttercup is a wonderful musician. It's just that Mr. Morebucks agreed to donate a substantial amount of money to the Pokey Oaks School Fund, and those holes in the roof are awfully expensive to repair."
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Well, you just wait and see if I bring any instant coffee to the next PTA meeting!" The Professor stormed off.
"Why Professor, I didn't know you could be so catty." Ms. Keane called after him, looking down at her schedule sheet again.
"Ok, boys and girls, it's time to get started! Places, please!" Ms. Keane called out.
The group of confused four and five year olds wandered around looking lost, until Ms. Keane herded them more or less into place and got them to stop banging randomly on their instruments.
Mitch, spotting Buttercup in her frilly dress, pointed his finger at her and began to laugh "Ugh-ug-ug-Ack!"
This last noise was in response to having a flute rammed into his throat. "That was just a warning," Buttercup said calmly. "You don't wanna know where it's going to go next time!"
"Sorry, Buttercup - er - you look nice-real nice."
"And don't you forget it!" Buttercup floated resignedly into her position. Now, let's get this over with so I can go home and kill something in the danger room!"
Chapter 3
When everyone assembled in the classroom, Ms. Keane turned to them with a smile. "Class, I have a special announcement to make. I have just discovered that we have a child prodigy in our midst!"
"What's a progidy?" Bubbles asked the students at the table around her.
"It's like a toad, stupid" Mitch whispered back to her.
"Really? Bubbles looked around the room with interest, hoping to catch a glance of the new pet.
"Our little superhero, Buttercup, is not only a great crime fighter, she is also musically gifted with woodwind instruments. Because of her talent, I have decided she will be the flute player at our school concert!"
Buttercup mumbled something incomprehensible and looked down at the ground.
Bubbles flew out of her seat in alarm. "But Ms. Keane, I was s'possed to play the flute in the concert! You said I was special, remember?"
"You are special Bubbles, and you have a very - uhh - unique sound, but Buttercup has an exceptional gift that I think we should share with all of the family and friends of Pokey Oaks."
Bubbles eyes watered up, then she burst into tears "I don't care if she is an amphibian, you said I could play the flute first!" Sobbing, she began to drift out of the classroom.
"Bubbles, wait!" Ms. Keane called after her. "I have a different task for you that makes use of your own special talent!"
Bubbles turned around, sniffling. "Really?"
"Yes, you have shown yourself to be a very gifted artist, so I would really appreciate it if you would design the banner for our concert!"
"Yay! I can do that! Where are my crayons?"
As Bubbles zoomed off to find her art supplies, another hand raised imperatively from the back of the class.
"Ms. Keane," a whiney voice piped up. "I wanted to be the star of the show! My daddy has had the finest voice coaches working with me for weeks to perfect my singing voice!"
Ms. Keane sighed. "Princess, how many times do I have to tell you, you're playing the jingle bells! And you can't always be the centre of attention. You need to learn how to take turns with the other students."
"She can take my place, I don't care!" Buttercup called out cheerfully.
"Buttercup!" Ms. Keane looked disapprovingly at her. "Look, I've already given everyone their part in the concert, and nothing is going to change!
"We'll just see about that!" Princess said, folding her arms calmly.
********
The day of the big concert finally arrived. Due to the beautiful weather they were having, and the air conditioner breaking down in the classroom again, it was to be held in the school playground. Benches were set up in front of a raised wooden platform that functioned as a stage. A large banner above the platform, colourfully decorated with kittens, rainbows and hearts, read "Pokey Oaks Skool Consert". Fallen leaves from nearby Pokey Oaks forest added to the festive look of the scene.
"Oh boy, I can't wait to hear you girls perform in your first concert! I'm so proud of you!" the Professor enthused as he drove towards the kindergarten.
Buttercup, dressed in her sparkly green dress, folded her arms and scowled. "Geez, it's no big deal. It's not like we're saving the town or anything."
"Oh Buttercup, you look beautiful in that dress!" Bubbles exclaimed, "And that bow is so cute! You and Blossom could be twins!"
"We are twins," replied Buttercup irritably. "Well, I think we are, anyway."
"Well, here we are!" The Professor pulled into the school parking lot. The girls flew out the window and over to the concert area, where many students and their parents were already meandering about, waiting for the show.
"Hey, who put that up?" Bubbles pointed to an elaborately decorated golden podium set up on the stage. "That wasn't there when I hung up my sign!"
"I'll give you one guess," Blossom pointed to the initials "PM" which were embossed on its front.
"Umm - Fuzzy Lumpkins?" Bubbles guessed.
Blossom groaned. "Bubbles, that was a rhetorical question, I didn't expect you to answer!"
"Well, then why'd you ask it? And I thought you were supposed to be the smart one! Hey, where's the Professor going?"
The Professor was walking rapidly towards Ms. Keane, who was out trying to organize the parent volunteers at the orange drink table. He shoved a playbill featuring the image of Princess Morebucks into her face.
"Ms. Keane, what is the meaning of this? My daughter is supposed to be the star of the show, and you've got some spoiled brat with as much talent as a toothpick taking her place!"
"Relax, Professor Utonium. Your daughter is still a very important part of the show. I just decided to make a few adjustments, that's all." Ms. Keane said calmly, glancing down at her schedule.
"It's all because of that Valentino thing, isn't it? Well, there's no way my dislike of felines should have any influence on how you treat my daughters!"
"Please, Mr. Utonium, I'm a professional woman. I don't ever let my personal life affect my decisions as a teacher. Now calm down. You look like you're about to have kittens!"
"I don't mind, really!" Buttercup flew between the two combatants. "She can take my place."
"You stay out of this!" both grown-ups chorused.
"Geez, what was I thinking? It's not like my opinion matters in this!" Buttercup muttered angrily, floating away.
Ms Keane looked up at the irate parent in front of her. "Professor, you know how fond I am of your daughters, and Buttercup is a wonderful musician. It's just that Mr. Morebucks agreed to donate a substantial amount of money to the Pokey Oaks School Fund, and those holes in the roof are awfully expensive to repair."
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Well, you just wait and see if I bring any instant coffee to the next PTA meeting!" The Professor stormed off.
"Why Professor, I didn't know you could be so catty." Ms. Keane called after him, looking down at her schedule sheet again.
"Ok, boys and girls, it's time to get started! Places, please!" Ms. Keane called out.
The group of confused four and five year olds wandered around looking lost, until Ms. Keane herded them more or less into place and got them to stop banging randomly on their instruments.
Mitch, spotting Buttercup in her frilly dress, pointed his finger at her and began to laugh "Ugh-ug-ug-Ack!"
This last noise was in response to having a flute rammed into his throat. "That was just a warning," Buttercup said calmly. "You don't wanna know where it's going to go next time!"
"Sorry, Buttercup - er - you look nice-real nice."
"And don't you forget it!" Buttercup floated resignedly into her position. Now, let's get this over with so I can go home and kill something in the danger room!"