The city of Townsville is not where our story begins. Instead, we
move to a small
town call called Springwood. A quiet little town though strangely short on
children.until now.
"You know," said Buttercup with a bit of a grin. "I heard a guy got put on trial
here for child murders. He got let go because of a technicality and the parents burned
him alive."
"Eww!" Moaned Bubbles, still a little queasy from the car ride.
Professor Utonium didn't need to say a word. He merely looked at Buttercup
sternly and she knew it was time to stop her fun. Blossom hadn't heard any of the
conversation, as she looked at all the adults staring at them awkwardly. She started to
wonder what was going on in this weird town and why in the world they were there. She
turned to the Professor to ask him just that.
"I need a book for a formula I'm working on but, unfortunately, the library here in
Springwood seems to be the only place that has it."
She understood, but the whole thing still worried her. Her thoughts were
interrupted when an elderly woman stepped in front of them and smiled.
"Oh, what lovely little children." She declared in a tone of almost desperation.
Before anyone could respond a couple of men a few years younger ran over and
began pulling her away.
"Get away from them, Gertrude." One scolded. "You know he comes when little
brats are around."
"Now just a minute." Shouted the Professor, but before he could continue, the
two men led her away.
Buttercup laughed a little. "What a bunch of kooks."
"Professor," Bubbles whispered, tugging on his lab coat. "I don't feel very
good."
He could see just how sick she was and hurried the three of them to the nearest
bathroom.
After what seemed like an eternity to the girls, they got to the library and checked
out the Professor's book. Finally, they got back to the car and headed back towards
Townsville. While Blossom and Buttercup played a card game in the backseat, Bubbles
sat up front, sleeping and dreaming of a happy little land with all her animal friends.
She was busily talking to her friend squirrel, Bullet, when she heard a scraping
noise from the distance. Without warning, all the animals ran off in terror. Confused,
Bubbles looked around trying to figure out what was happening. Then she heard the
scraping again, only closer this time. Soon, she could hear a terribly evil voice coming
from, seemingly everywhere.
"You've done well, little girl. You're going to take me into a new home with
fresh new victims."
Bubbles was really scared at this point and desperately trying to find where the
voice was coming from. Finally, she turned to see a man wearing a red and green striped
sweater with a badly burned face. On his right hand was a glove with four sharp knifes
extending out.
She closed her eyes and screamed in horror as his laughter echoed through her
head.
town call called Springwood. A quiet little town though strangely short on
children.until now.
"You know," said Buttercup with a bit of a grin. "I heard a guy got put on trial
here for child murders. He got let go because of a technicality and the parents burned
him alive."
"Eww!" Moaned Bubbles, still a little queasy from the car ride.
Professor Utonium didn't need to say a word. He merely looked at Buttercup
sternly and she knew it was time to stop her fun. Blossom hadn't heard any of the
conversation, as she looked at all the adults staring at them awkwardly. She started to
wonder what was going on in this weird town and why in the world they were there. She
turned to the Professor to ask him just that.
"I need a book for a formula I'm working on but, unfortunately, the library here in
Springwood seems to be the only place that has it."
She understood, but the whole thing still worried her. Her thoughts were
interrupted when an elderly woman stepped in front of them and smiled.
"Oh, what lovely little children." She declared in a tone of almost desperation.
Before anyone could respond a couple of men a few years younger ran over and
began pulling her away.
"Get away from them, Gertrude." One scolded. "You know he comes when little
brats are around."
"Now just a minute." Shouted the Professor, but before he could continue, the
two men led her away.
Buttercup laughed a little. "What a bunch of kooks."
"Professor," Bubbles whispered, tugging on his lab coat. "I don't feel very
good."
He could see just how sick she was and hurried the three of them to the nearest
bathroom.
After what seemed like an eternity to the girls, they got to the library and checked
out the Professor's book. Finally, they got back to the car and headed back towards
Townsville. While Blossom and Buttercup played a card game in the backseat, Bubbles
sat up front, sleeping and dreaming of a happy little land with all her animal friends.
She was busily talking to her friend squirrel, Bullet, when she heard a scraping
noise from the distance. Without warning, all the animals ran off in terror. Confused,
Bubbles looked around trying to figure out what was happening. Then she heard the
scraping again, only closer this time. Soon, she could hear a terribly evil voice coming
from, seemingly everywhere.
"You've done well, little girl. You're going to take me into a new home with
fresh new victims."
Bubbles was really scared at this point and desperately trying to find where the
voice was coming from. Finally, she turned to see a man wearing a red and green striped
sweater with a badly burned face. On his right hand was a glove with four sharp knifes
extending out.
She closed her eyes and screamed in horror as his laughter echoed through her
head.