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"What are we going to do?" Bubbles wailed. Tears were glistening in her large blue eyes. The last fifteen years had been very kind to her. Her eyes, while still slightly larger than a regular young woman's, no longer dominated her entire face. There was still a childish gleam in their bright blue depths. Her silky blonde hair was still kept in perky pigtails at all times.
Blossom rested her chin on her fingerless hand, deep in thought. Her eyes, like Bubbles', were a better fit for her face now, but still shone an unreal shade of pink. "We're going to have to come up with a plan." She sighed, flipping her long red locks. She no longer wore her hair in a pony tail, opting instead for a sedate red headband.
"I say we just pound 'em," Buttercup said angrily, pacing the room like a caged tiger. Her black hair had grown to a shoulder-length bob with flipped ends. Her face, like her sisters', had evolved to fit her large green eyes, which tended to glow with a menacing sheen more often than not.
"We've already TRIED pounding them," Blossom said in exasperation. "It didn't work." She returned to her thoughtful pose, clearly intent on wracking her brain for ideas.
Buttercup punched her palm a few times, letting off some steam, then abruptly sat down. "This is so stupid! We've been beating stupid jerks like this our whole lives! Why can't we beat these guys?! They're just stupid aliens!" She growled. "This is all so... stupid!"
"Well, whatever they are... They're proving themselves to be a formidable foe, indeed." Blossom stood and put her hands on her hips, striking the typical 'leader' pose. "We need a plan."
"Maybe we could use DyNaMo?" Bubbles suggested quietly.
"Yeah!" Buttercup cried, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "DyNaMo! That thing took out the whole damn city. It could take out this guy, no problem."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Blossom asked. "The last time we used DyNaMo, we were five years old. We'd never fit in the cockpit now."
"Oh," Bubbles and Buttercup said disappointedly.
"But I think you're on the right track," Blossom said thoughtfully. "We need more power. More speed. More... Well, just more."
"If the Professor was here, he could build us another DyNaMo," Bubbles said, her big blue eyes brimming with tears. "And she'd be bigger and stronger and faster and..." Her tears spilled over and began running down her cheeks.
"Oh, Bubbles, don't cry!" Blossom ran over to comfort her sister. "We'll get the Professor back. I promise!" She wrapped Bubbles in her arms and rocked her gently.
"But the aliens... and the spaceship and... and... We can't beat them!" Bubbles sobbed.
"Oh, stop being such a crybaby!" Buttercup exploded. "We're all worried about the Professor. Crying isn't going to bring him back."
Blossom just looked at Buttercup reproachfully. "Being mean to your sister won't bring him back, either," she said pointedly. "Why don't you go outside and try to think of something HELPFUL to do while I see to Bubbles."
"Oh, whatever," Buttercup grumbled. She stomped her way out of the house, slamming the door behind her. "Stupid Bubbles. Stupid crying. Stupid..." She looked up at the sky angrily, seeing the alien space ship still hovering over Townsville. "Stupid aliens! Yeah, that's right! You heard me! You're a bunch of stupid, stupid aliens!" She plopped herself down on the front stoop, fighting off tears of her own.
Her gaze wandered back up to the ship. She knew the Professor was somewhere on that ship, along with the rest of Townsville's citizens. Were it not for their superpowers, Buttercup and her sisters would be up there, as well. They'd only just managed to avoid the sentinels that had come for them.
They had to come up with a way to stop this thing. They knew they had to destroy the aliens, rescue the citizens of Townsville, blow up the ship and save the day, but they had no clue how to do it. The alien guards were already more than the girls could handle by themselves - and the head alien was even stronger.
The girls needed a plan... and they needed one fast. Like Blossom had said, they needed more power to attack these aliens with. All of their attacks so far had been promising, but too weak overall. They'd only managed to stun the aliens, when what they really needed to do was destroy them.
Buttercup's gaze landed on Mojo's volcano top observatory. Even Mojo was gone now, yet another prisoner on the horrible alien spaceship. "Never thought I'd miss YOU, Mojo," Buttercup said with a humourless chuckle. She thought back on another alien force that had once attacked Townsville. It had been too strong for the girls to handle on their own, as well. They'd needed Mojo's evil mind to help them counteract it. Now, that mind was lost to them. They'd have to do it on their own.
Buttercup's reverie was interrupted by Blossom coming out the front door.
"Hey," she said softly, sitting on the stoop beside her sister. "Come up with anything?"
"No," Buttercup grumbled. "Nothing helpful. I was just thinking about that time Mojo helped us beat that other alien. Remember that?"
It had been a long time ago, but Blossom remembered it like it was only yesterday. "Yeah," she said with a wistful smile. "I remember. Mojo had us get cheese..."
Buttercup laughed. "Stinky cheese! And boy, was it ever."
"Yeah," Blossom said with a laugh. "That stuff was pretty rank."
The laughter died down quickly and the girls were left in silence for a few moments. They both looked up at the ship above them.
"Do you think they're alright up there?" Buttercup asked finally.
"Yeah, I think they're alright," Blossom said nervously. "At least, I hope they are. There isn't much else we can do."
"If only we had Mojo's ideas..."
"Well, most of his ideas weren't that good," Blossom reminded her sister. "I mean, remember the plan he had AFTER the cheese one? That whole thing blew up right in his face. Er... Literally."
"Yeah. And remember that time he tried turning everybody into dogs AGAIN? That plan was so bad, it failed twice."
"Well, that one was a decent plan, I guess," Blossom said thoughtfully. "He just should've known when to call it quits after it failed the first time."
"I guess you're right. He's had a few decent plans. Remember those boys he made that one time?"
"Oh, yeah," Blossom said. "That was one of the toughest fights we've ever had. If it weren't for..." Blossom abruptly stopped talking, her eyes glazing over.
"What?" Buttercup demanded. "If it weren't for what?"
Blossom still didn't answer. She was just staring at Mojo's volcano lair with an indescribable look on her face.
"Earth to Blossom! What's going on? Why are you staring at Mojo's place like it's sprouted legs and started dancing?"
"Shhh!" Blossom waved her arm at Buttercup to shut her up. "I'm thinking."
Buttercup cocked an eyebrow at her sister. "Thinking? You're ALWAYS thinking! I swear, sometimes you are SO annoying."
"No," Blossom said randomly. "I've got it!" She jumped up from the stoop and thundered into the house, shouting for Bubbles to come quickly.
Buttercup followed her sister inside. "Yeah, don't just tell me what it is or anything, Blossom. It's not like I was sitting right beside you, WAITING for you to tell me what it is. I mean, hey, why let ME know what the hell's going on..."
"Oh, shut up," Blossom said, zipping back into the living room and dragging Bubbles by the arm.
"What?" Bubbles was saying, utterly confused and more than a little frightened. "What's going on? Blossom? Buttercup? What's happening?!"
"Oh, Brainiac here has an idea and she's being all melodramatic about it."
"It's not just an idea," Blossom declared matter-of-factly. "It's THE idea. It's the plan we've been needing."
"Great! Just tell us what it is already!"
"Yeah, Blossom," Bubbles added. "Tell us."
"Alright," she said excitedly. "Remember those boys Mojo made a long time ago, when we were five?"
Bubbles nodded in confusion. "They were mean."
"Yes, but they were strong. As strong as us... if not stronger."
"They weren't stronger than ME," Buttercup said indignantly. She pumped her fist as if to prove her point, then smirked at Blossom. "Maybe stronger than YOU..."
"Whatever!" Blossom exploded. "The point is, they were strong. And that's what we need."
"Aren't you forgetting that they're dead?" Buttercup asked.
"Not really. Mojo made them. We merely... UNmade them."
"So you're saying..."
"I'm saying we should mix up our own little batch of Rowdyruff Boys," Blossom stated, crossing her arms.
"Oh, I don't like that idea," Bubbles said fearfully. "They were mean."
"But what if they fought WITH us?" Blossom reasoned. "With twice the superpowers... We should be able to defeat these aliens without a problem."
"But we don't know they'll fight with us," Buttercup said, shaking her head. She plopped down on the couch and shook her head again. "I don't like this idea."
"Oh, come on, Buttercup. It's the only chance we've got!" Blossom turned to Bubbles imploringly. "It's our only chance of bringing the Professor back safe and sound."
Bubbles sniffled at the mention of the Professor. "I guess... I guess we could try it. I mean, for the Professor." She sniffled again. "I miss him."
"Oh, please," Buttercup snapped. She pointed an accusing finger at Blossom. "You're playing on her emotions. Can't you see that this is a HORRIBLE idea?"
"You just don't want to accept the fact that those boys were stronger than us - ALL of us - and that they're exactly what we need to defeat these jerks!"
"No, it's just..." Buttercup frowned, unable to come up with a believable defense for Blossom's words. "I think your idea sucks."
"If that's the best rebuttal you've got, then I'm afraid you're outvoted," Blossom said. She crossed her arms and nodded, signaling that the discussion was over.
"Whatever," Buttercup replied, rolling her eyes. "When this plan blows up in your face, Brainiac, I'll be laughing my ass off."
"This plan WON'T fail," Blossom said firmly. "I won't let it."
"What are we going to do?" Bubbles wailed. Tears were glistening in her large blue eyes. The last fifteen years had been very kind to her. Her eyes, while still slightly larger than a regular young woman's, no longer dominated her entire face. There was still a childish gleam in their bright blue depths. Her silky blonde hair was still kept in perky pigtails at all times.
Blossom rested her chin on her fingerless hand, deep in thought. Her eyes, like Bubbles', were a better fit for her face now, but still shone an unreal shade of pink. "We're going to have to come up with a plan." She sighed, flipping her long red locks. She no longer wore her hair in a pony tail, opting instead for a sedate red headband.
"I say we just pound 'em," Buttercup said angrily, pacing the room like a caged tiger. Her black hair had grown to a shoulder-length bob with flipped ends. Her face, like her sisters', had evolved to fit her large green eyes, which tended to glow with a menacing sheen more often than not.
"We've already TRIED pounding them," Blossom said in exasperation. "It didn't work." She returned to her thoughtful pose, clearly intent on wracking her brain for ideas.
Buttercup punched her palm a few times, letting off some steam, then abruptly sat down. "This is so stupid! We've been beating stupid jerks like this our whole lives! Why can't we beat these guys?! They're just stupid aliens!" She growled. "This is all so... stupid!"
"Well, whatever they are... They're proving themselves to be a formidable foe, indeed." Blossom stood and put her hands on her hips, striking the typical 'leader' pose. "We need a plan."
"Maybe we could use DyNaMo?" Bubbles suggested quietly.
"Yeah!" Buttercup cried, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "DyNaMo! That thing took out the whole damn city. It could take out this guy, no problem."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Blossom asked. "The last time we used DyNaMo, we were five years old. We'd never fit in the cockpit now."
"Oh," Bubbles and Buttercup said disappointedly.
"But I think you're on the right track," Blossom said thoughtfully. "We need more power. More speed. More... Well, just more."
"If the Professor was here, he could build us another DyNaMo," Bubbles said, her big blue eyes brimming with tears. "And she'd be bigger and stronger and faster and..." Her tears spilled over and began running down her cheeks.
"Oh, Bubbles, don't cry!" Blossom ran over to comfort her sister. "We'll get the Professor back. I promise!" She wrapped Bubbles in her arms and rocked her gently.
"But the aliens... and the spaceship and... and... We can't beat them!" Bubbles sobbed.
"Oh, stop being such a crybaby!" Buttercup exploded. "We're all worried about the Professor. Crying isn't going to bring him back."
Blossom just looked at Buttercup reproachfully. "Being mean to your sister won't bring him back, either," she said pointedly. "Why don't you go outside and try to think of something HELPFUL to do while I see to Bubbles."
"Oh, whatever," Buttercup grumbled. She stomped her way out of the house, slamming the door behind her. "Stupid Bubbles. Stupid crying. Stupid..." She looked up at the sky angrily, seeing the alien space ship still hovering over Townsville. "Stupid aliens! Yeah, that's right! You heard me! You're a bunch of stupid, stupid aliens!" She plopped herself down on the front stoop, fighting off tears of her own.
Her gaze wandered back up to the ship. She knew the Professor was somewhere on that ship, along with the rest of Townsville's citizens. Were it not for their superpowers, Buttercup and her sisters would be up there, as well. They'd only just managed to avoid the sentinels that had come for them.
They had to come up with a way to stop this thing. They knew they had to destroy the aliens, rescue the citizens of Townsville, blow up the ship and save the day, but they had no clue how to do it. The alien guards were already more than the girls could handle by themselves - and the head alien was even stronger.
The girls needed a plan... and they needed one fast. Like Blossom had said, they needed more power to attack these aliens with. All of their attacks so far had been promising, but too weak overall. They'd only managed to stun the aliens, when what they really needed to do was destroy them.
Buttercup's gaze landed on Mojo's volcano top observatory. Even Mojo was gone now, yet another prisoner on the horrible alien spaceship. "Never thought I'd miss YOU, Mojo," Buttercup said with a humourless chuckle. She thought back on another alien force that had once attacked Townsville. It had been too strong for the girls to handle on their own, as well. They'd needed Mojo's evil mind to help them counteract it. Now, that mind was lost to them. They'd have to do it on their own.
Buttercup's reverie was interrupted by Blossom coming out the front door.
"Hey," she said softly, sitting on the stoop beside her sister. "Come up with anything?"
"No," Buttercup grumbled. "Nothing helpful. I was just thinking about that time Mojo helped us beat that other alien. Remember that?"
It had been a long time ago, but Blossom remembered it like it was only yesterday. "Yeah," she said with a wistful smile. "I remember. Mojo had us get cheese..."
Buttercup laughed. "Stinky cheese! And boy, was it ever."
"Yeah," Blossom said with a laugh. "That stuff was pretty rank."
The laughter died down quickly and the girls were left in silence for a few moments. They both looked up at the ship above them.
"Do you think they're alright up there?" Buttercup asked finally.
"Yeah, I think they're alright," Blossom said nervously. "At least, I hope they are. There isn't much else we can do."
"If only we had Mojo's ideas..."
"Well, most of his ideas weren't that good," Blossom reminded her sister. "I mean, remember the plan he had AFTER the cheese one? That whole thing blew up right in his face. Er... Literally."
"Yeah. And remember that time he tried turning everybody into dogs AGAIN? That plan was so bad, it failed twice."
"Well, that one was a decent plan, I guess," Blossom said thoughtfully. "He just should've known when to call it quits after it failed the first time."
"I guess you're right. He's had a few decent plans. Remember those boys he made that one time?"
"Oh, yeah," Blossom said. "That was one of the toughest fights we've ever had. If it weren't for..." Blossom abruptly stopped talking, her eyes glazing over.
"What?" Buttercup demanded. "If it weren't for what?"
Blossom still didn't answer. She was just staring at Mojo's volcano lair with an indescribable look on her face.
"Earth to Blossom! What's going on? Why are you staring at Mojo's place like it's sprouted legs and started dancing?"
"Shhh!" Blossom waved her arm at Buttercup to shut her up. "I'm thinking."
Buttercup cocked an eyebrow at her sister. "Thinking? You're ALWAYS thinking! I swear, sometimes you are SO annoying."
"No," Blossom said randomly. "I've got it!" She jumped up from the stoop and thundered into the house, shouting for Bubbles to come quickly.
Buttercup followed her sister inside. "Yeah, don't just tell me what it is or anything, Blossom. It's not like I was sitting right beside you, WAITING for you to tell me what it is. I mean, hey, why let ME know what the hell's going on..."
"Oh, shut up," Blossom said, zipping back into the living room and dragging Bubbles by the arm.
"What?" Bubbles was saying, utterly confused and more than a little frightened. "What's going on? Blossom? Buttercup? What's happening?!"
"Oh, Brainiac here has an idea and she's being all melodramatic about it."
"It's not just an idea," Blossom declared matter-of-factly. "It's THE idea. It's the plan we've been needing."
"Great! Just tell us what it is already!"
"Yeah, Blossom," Bubbles added. "Tell us."
"Alright," she said excitedly. "Remember those boys Mojo made a long time ago, when we were five?"
Bubbles nodded in confusion. "They were mean."
"Yes, but they were strong. As strong as us... if not stronger."
"They weren't stronger than ME," Buttercup said indignantly. She pumped her fist as if to prove her point, then smirked at Blossom. "Maybe stronger than YOU..."
"Whatever!" Blossom exploded. "The point is, they were strong. And that's what we need."
"Aren't you forgetting that they're dead?" Buttercup asked.
"Not really. Mojo made them. We merely... UNmade them."
"So you're saying..."
"I'm saying we should mix up our own little batch of Rowdyruff Boys," Blossom stated, crossing her arms.
"Oh, I don't like that idea," Bubbles said fearfully. "They were mean."
"But what if they fought WITH us?" Blossom reasoned. "With twice the superpowers... We should be able to defeat these aliens without a problem."
"But we don't know they'll fight with us," Buttercup said, shaking her head. She plopped down on the couch and shook her head again. "I don't like this idea."
"Oh, come on, Buttercup. It's the only chance we've got!" Blossom turned to Bubbles imploringly. "It's our only chance of bringing the Professor back safe and sound."
Bubbles sniffled at the mention of the Professor. "I guess... I guess we could try it. I mean, for the Professor." She sniffled again. "I miss him."
"Oh, please," Buttercup snapped. She pointed an accusing finger at Blossom. "You're playing on her emotions. Can't you see that this is a HORRIBLE idea?"
"You just don't want to accept the fact that those boys were stronger than us - ALL of us - and that they're exactly what we need to defeat these jerks!"
"No, it's just..." Buttercup frowned, unable to come up with a believable defense for Blossom's words. "I think your idea sucks."
"If that's the best rebuttal you've got, then I'm afraid you're outvoted," Blossom said. She crossed her arms and nodded, signaling that the discussion was over.
"Whatever," Buttercup replied, rolling her eyes. "When this plan blows up in your face, Brainiac, I'll be laughing my ass off."
"This plan WON'T fail," Blossom said firmly. "I won't let it."