Chapter Four
"Mary do you know what this shape is called?" asked Miss Keene.
"A box," said Mary.
"Well, yes, but it's also called a cube. You see, when you put six squares together like this-."
Ms. Keene was interrupted by the hotline.
"Bubbles please answer that."
"Yes Miss Keene."
Bubbles flew to the phone. The usually conversation of "What is it Mayor?" and "We're on it," followed.
"Miss Keene, someone in some kind of suit of amour is causing trouble in the park. May we please be excused to save the day?"
"Yes Bubbles, but please go through the door instead of the ceiling."
"Yes Ma'am."
The three girls crashed through the door leaving scattered pieces behind.
"Not what I had in mind," thought Miss Keene.
Booby Frett fired his heat bazooka at the statue, reducing it to a semi-solid blob. He hadn't done much damage to the park as a whole. Just enough to cause an emergency. He wanted to save his energy for the battle.
"All right jerk," came a voice, "that's enough of that."
Frett turned and saw two of the girls floating several feet above his head, some distance away. Figuring the third was one her way, he aimed, and his weapon was snatched away from him by a pink streak.
Blossom flew up and turned to face this new opponent. She bent the weapon, several times. Frett was shocked. His heat bazooka was being tied in a knot by a small child whose hands were barely distinct from her arms. He hadn't even recovered from this shock when two forms knocked him to the ground.
"Who are you?" demanded Bubbles.
Frett whispered a command into the computer in his helmet and Bubbles and Buttercup reflexively pulled away from the brief electric shock. The bounty hunter sprang to his feet and whispered another command to activate his jet pack. Had he remembered to wear it, he would have flown into the air. Instead, he sailed back several feet from Blossom's punch.
His new confidence fading, Frett pulled out two of his blasters and aimed them at the girls. More accurately he tried to aim them. The Powerpuffs where flying in all directions. Frett tried to follow
their paths, but only became dizzy.
"Beating these two is going to be harder than-wait a second. Two? Where did the one in green go?"
His answer came when Buttercup swooped down from behind and knocked his legs out from under him. Unfortunately for Frett, he had yet to learn to hold on to his weapons properly. Both his blasters flew from his opened hands. He made a wild grab at his amour and by a rare piece of good luck gripped something useful.
"An adhesive grenade," he thought. "Just what I need."
He rolled, sprang to his feet a second time, and leapt to the side to increase the distance. Then he pulled out the grenade pin and hurled his favorite weapon at his adversaries. Buttercup caught the object and stopped.
"Be careful Buttercup!" shouted Blossom.
"What is it?" asked Bubbles.
"I don't know," said Buttercup. "Looks like the key to a grenade."
Frett's eyes went wide. "The key to a grenade?" He looked at the silver sphere in hand. A moment later it exploded and covered him in a glue-like substance.
Bubbles stared to fly in, but Blossom called for her to be careful. This might be a trick. Had it been anyone except Booby Frett, it may have been.
Meanwhile someone else was having much more success than the bounty hunter was. Mojo Jojo had found Booby Frett's ship and easily figured out the code gain entry.
"At last I am on the path of victory," thought Mojo. "All the weaponry and other abilities of this ship are mine."
Continued in Ch. 5
(It'll get more exciting, but I'll keep the humor.)