Disclaimer: I don't own any of the PPG characters! What a shocking and revolting development THAT is! Please don't sue me, because that would REALLY be shocking and revolting.
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The Final Six: Chapter Three
Blossom was responsible for collecting the snails. She put on her rattiest clothes and went scrounging through the garden. After about an hour, she had a nice little bucket full of them. She'd planned on stopping after collecting the three they needed, but she'd kept going. She actually found it quite soothing, digging in the dirt and plucking up the slimy little critters. It took her mind off of the alien ship above her head.
When it was time to head back into the house, Blossom gathered up the bucket of snails and headed for the door. She tried to avoid looking up and seeing the alien ship, but it was hard to avoid. Just as she was about to go in the door, she happened to glance up.
The ship wasn't there.
She dropped the bucket of snails and screamed.
Bubbles was there in a second, throwing open the front door. She took one look at Blossom's shocked expression, then glanced down at the snails. "Ew," she said. "Snails!"
"Not... them," Blossom said breathlessly. She pointed upwards. "The SHIP."
"What's so shocking about-" She looked up. "Oh my gosh! Blossom! The ship is GONE! Where did it go?" She grabbed Blossom and started shaking her. "The Professor's on that ship! Where did it go, Blossom?!"
"I don't know!" Blossom shouted, yanking herself out of Bubbles's grip. "I only just noticed it myself."
"How could you not notice a gigantic spaceship NOT BEING IN THE SKY ANYMORE?" Bubbles shrieked. She zipped up to the roof. "I don't see it anywhere! It's gone!"
"Well, it must be somewhere," Blossom said reasonably. "I mean, it can't just disappear."
Bubbles floated back down. "The Professor's gone, Blossom." Her eyes filled with tears. "He's gone."
"It's alright, honey. We'll find him." Knowing that Bubbles needed something to keep her busy, Blossom gathered up the snails. "Let's go inside and get the lab ready. Okay, Bubbles?"
"He's gone," Bubbles mumbled as she followed Blossom back in. Abruptly, she stopped. "Those... Those... BASTARDS!" she said fiercely. "How dare they... How DARE they take the Professor away? They took him on their cruddy ship and now they've taken him away completely!" Her eyes glittered ferociously. "I'll kill them!" she exploded. "I'll... I'll kill them! I really will!"
Blossom waited patiently for Bubbles' angry outburst to pass, then slowly approached her sister. "You okay?"
"No," Bubbles snapped. "I'm pissed!"
"I can see that," Blossom said gently. "But can you calm down enough to help me get the lab ready? Buttercup should be back any minute now with the tails. We need to get moving, Bubbles."
"Yeah," Bubbles sighed. "I'll help."
The two girls went down to the lab with the bucket of snails and began preparing a pot large enough to mix three little boys in. They set the bucket of snails and a vial of Chemical X next to the pot.
"We might as well get our own snips to start with," Blossom said. She grabbed a pair of scissors and moved towards Bubbles.
"Be careful!" Bubbles cried. "Don't ruin my pigtails."
"I won't," Blossom said. She very carefully snipped a little bit from each pigtail, making sure they ended up even when she was finished. "All done. Now do me."
Bubbles took up the scissors.
"And be careful!" Blossom said firmly. "Remember what happened last time you tried to give me a haircut?!"
"That was Buttercup," Bubbles said quickly.
"It was both of you!"
"Oh. Yeah." Bubbles laughed nervously. "Well, she messed me up."
"I'm sure she did," Blossom said, not sounding at all convinced. "Just be careful."
"I will. I always am." Bubbles snipped once, twice, three times.
"All done?"
"Ummm... Yeah." Bubbles chuckled again, sounding even more nervous than before. "All done!"
Blossom rolled her eyes and said nothing. She'd have to get a mirror and see what damage Bubbles had caused before commenting. She never made it to the mirror, though, because Buttercup came in right at that moment. She was carrying a small sack.
"Ewwww!" Bubbles cried. "Puppy dog tails?"
Buttercup nodded grumpily and tossed the sack on the floor in disgust. "Don't ask me to do that shit again. I mean it. I'm always the one jumping on bunnies and pounding shit... I hereby officially draw the line at collecting puppy dog tails."
"But you got them, right?" Blossom asked. "Three of them?"
"Yeah," Buttercup said with a sour expression.
Blossom picked up the sack and took it over to the mixing bowl. "Alright," she said. "Let's get star-"
Buttercup's sudden laughter cut off the end of Blossom's sentence.
"What?" Blossom asked, turning around. "What's so funny?"
"I take it you got some snips already?" Buttercup asked between guffaws.
"Buttercup... Shhhh!" Bubbles smiled at Blossom. "There's nothing wrong with your hair."
"What did you do?!" Blossom roared. She zipped out of the lab in search of a mirror. Once she found one, she craned her neck to see the bottom of her hair. Bubbles had obviously taken all three snips from the same chunk of hair, making it about three inches shorter than the rest of her hair. "Bubbles!!!" Blossom shouted, flying back to the lab. "I TOLD you to be careful!"
"I WAS careful," Bubbles replied. "I didn't cut you or anything... did I?"
Blossom's eyes narrowed. "See if I don't mess up your pigtails next time," she threatened.
"No!" Bubbles cried, grabbing her pigtails. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would," Blossom said menacingly.
Buttercup cleared her throat. "As amusing as this is, girls, we have work to do."
Blossom shot another annoyed look at Bubbles, then turned her attention back to the pot. "Right. Let's get this over with." She dumped the puppy dog tails into the pot, making a disgusted face as she did so. Next went in three snails. Then the snips from her own hair, as well as the snips from Bubbles'. "We need your snips, Buttercup," she said.
"Right." Buttercup handed the scissors to Bubbles, then thought better of it and yanked them back. "I'd probably be better off doing this myself," she said. She cut three small snips from her own hair, then handed them to Blossom. "There you go, leader girl. Enjoy."
Blossom snorted. "I'm hardly enjoying this." She dumped Buttercup's snips into the pot, then took up the vial of Chemical X. "Are we all ready?"
"Yes," Bubbles said meekly.
"Yeah," Buttercup agreed.
Blossom moved the vial towards the pot and began tilting it. She did so slowly, knowing it was important not to put in too much or too little. Just as the first drop was about to spill out, Buttercup made a noise.
"Wait!" she cried.
Blossom pulled the vial back just in time to stop the flow from beginning. "What?"
"What the hell are we going to do with three little boys?"
"Well, they won't BE little boys," Blossom said. "We've grown up; Why wouldn't they?"
"They've been unmade all this time," Buttercup said. "That's why. This recipe is for three 'superpowered little boys'. It even says so right on the portfolio: Mojo Jojo's Super Secret Recipe for-"
"Yeah, yeah, we get it." Blossom tapped her chin thoughtfully. "And that's a really good point. But how do we make superpowered MEN?"
"You're the smart one," Buttercup countered. "You tell me."
"Well, when you want to make a bigger cake, you just multiply the ingredients in the cake recipe," Bubbles said.
Both of her sisters stared at her.
"What?" she asked. "What'd I say?"
"Nothing, Bubbles," Blossom said. "Just something genius."
"I'm a genius?" Bubbles asked happily.
"Sure," Blossom said absent-mindedly. She then began thinking out loud to herself. "Now how much would we multiply it by? Hmmm. This recipe made five-year-old boys... We want twenty-year-old men... We'll multiply it by four!" She counted up the snails still in the bucket. "10... plus the three already in the pot. That's enough." She turned to Bubbles. "We can get more snips, no problem." Then she turned to Buttercup.
"No way," Buttercup said, her arms firmly crossed across her chest. She shook her head. "I'm not getting more puppy dog tails. You gotta sneak up on 'em and then..."
"I don't wanna know!" Bubbles called out.
"Well, it's nasty. I'm not doing it."
Blossom sighed. "Fine. I'll do it." She stomped up the stairs. "But I could use some help!"
"No way," Buttercup said again.
"Not me!" Bubbles cried, looking slightly frightened at the idea.
"Oh, fine!" Blossom stormed out of the lab and to the front door. She opened it... and nearly tripped over the Talking Dog. "Oh, what do you want?" she asked.
"Good afternoon to you, too. Are you always this surly in the afternoon? No wonder you're still single. That's some hairstyle you're working there, Blossom. It's almost as ugly as Buttercup's."
"WHAT do you WANT?" Blossom repeated, glaring at him.
"Well, your sister, charming little whelp that she is, went around town snipping the tails off of a couple of my friends and I was wondering what the big idea is. I mean, that's even more obnoxious than her normal behaviour and, let me tell you, her normal behaviour isn't really all that great. Say, do I smell something cooking?"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Blossom shouted.
"Wow. Talk about your attitude problems! Anyhow, I was wondering what the big idea was of your sister cutting off my friends' tails, seeing as if she'd wanted puppy dog tails, she could've just asked me. Not that I would expect her to use her brain or anything. She's all brawn and no brain, if you know what I mean. A lot like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Although he was elected governor, so I guess that doesn't mean anything to people these days."
Blossom restrained her anger long enough to ask the important question: "Why would she have asked you for them?"
"Well, I sell them, naturally. You wouldn't believe how many people these days need puppy dog tails. You know, arts and crafts projects, home brewed little boys... It's a happening business, I tell you. Not that you'd know anything about that, seeing as you've never worked a day in your life and you're still living at home."
"How much?" Blossom grumbled.
"For what?" The Talking Dog looked at her like she was insane. "Really, you should work on your communication skills. They come in really handy with-"
"How much for the puppy dog tails?!" Blossom interrupted. She did the math in her head. "I need nine of them. NOW."
"Nine? What are you building in there, Fabio?"
"Nevermind that. Can you get them?"
"Get them, schmet them! I've got them with me right now."
Blossom's eyes widened. "What on Earth are you doing carrying around NINE puppy dog tails?!"
"It's a convenient plot twist," the Talking Dog said with a shrug. "I only signed on for a bit role in this fan fiction, so I have to make my appearance brief. I certainly don't have time to go looking for nine puppy dog tails."
"Er... Right. So how much?"
"Oh, they're free." He gestured over to a sack in the middle of the lawn. "They're right over there. I'd get them for you, but I'm lacking opposable thumbs." He looked at Blossom's mitts. "Haha! Looks like I'm not the only one, either. How do you manage to pick your nose without any fingers?"
Blossom growled. "If you're not gone in five seconds, I'M leaving this fan fiction!!!"
The Talking Dog disappeared in a poetic-license-shaped cloud, courtesy of the writer.
Blossom gathered up the sack of tails from the middle of the lawn and returned to the lab.
"Give up already?" Buttercup asked, smirking at her sister. "There's no way you got nine of them so fast!"
Blossom held the bag aloft. "Sure I did."
Bubbles looked at her sister in awe. "How?"
Blossom thought about telling her sisters the truth, then opted to keep quiet. "You two have NO idea what I went through to get these," she said instead. "NO idea."
The girls then set to snipping off more of their hair. Buttercup snipped Blossom's, managing to even out Bubbles' butchering in the process. Blossom TRIED to snip Bubbles' hair, but Bubbles screamed and ran about the room, holding her pigtails defensively, the very moment that Blossom picked up the scissors. Buttercup ended up snipping Bubbles' hair then, while Blossom snipped Buttercup's.
Finally, they were ready. They dumped in nine more snails and nine more puppy dog tails, then the whole slew of hair clippings.
"Wait!" Buttercup said again.
"What now?"
"Well, maybe we SHOULD mix this in the toilet. I mean, just in case it's important." Buttercup shrugged. "We wouldn't want to mess this up. I don't think any of us wants to have to collect all this crap again."
Blossom thought back on her conversation with the Talking Dog. "Right," she said decisively. "The toilet it is."
They found the cleanest toilet in the house and dumped the whole concoction in.
"That's the grossest thing I've ever seen in a toilet," Bubbles commented, holding her nose even though there was no odor.
"I've seen grosser," Buttercup said with a shrug. Unsurprisingly, no one chose to question her any further about it.
"Alright," Blossom said, readying the vial of Chemical X. "Everybody ready?"
"Yeah, let's get on with it," Buttercup said.
"I'm ready," Bubbles said, hiding slightly behind Buttercup.
"Then here we go!" With those words, Blossom poured in the perfect amount of Chemical X. She knew it was the perfect amount because the moment it entered the toilet, an explosion rocked the entire house.
The girls were shot clear through the bathroom wall, clear through Bubbles' bedroom, and right into Buttercup's dresser. Dust and debris filled the air, making it virtually impossible to see.
"Ow," Bubbles groaned.
"Everyone okay?" Blossom asked shakily.
"Yeah," Buttercup grumbled. "I'm alright." She pulled herself up to her feet and tried to brush herself off. The air was still too dusty, making it a futile gesture. "Now what?"
Blossom got to her feet beside her sister. "Now we see what the hell we just created..."
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The Final Six: Chapter Three
Blossom was responsible for collecting the snails. She put on her rattiest clothes and went scrounging through the garden. After about an hour, she had a nice little bucket full of them. She'd planned on stopping after collecting the three they needed, but she'd kept going. She actually found it quite soothing, digging in the dirt and plucking up the slimy little critters. It took her mind off of the alien ship above her head.
When it was time to head back into the house, Blossom gathered up the bucket of snails and headed for the door. She tried to avoid looking up and seeing the alien ship, but it was hard to avoid. Just as she was about to go in the door, she happened to glance up.
The ship wasn't there.
She dropped the bucket of snails and screamed.
Bubbles was there in a second, throwing open the front door. She took one look at Blossom's shocked expression, then glanced down at the snails. "Ew," she said. "Snails!"
"Not... them," Blossom said breathlessly. She pointed upwards. "The SHIP."
"What's so shocking about-" She looked up. "Oh my gosh! Blossom! The ship is GONE! Where did it go?" She grabbed Blossom and started shaking her. "The Professor's on that ship! Where did it go, Blossom?!"
"I don't know!" Blossom shouted, yanking herself out of Bubbles's grip. "I only just noticed it myself."
"How could you not notice a gigantic spaceship NOT BEING IN THE SKY ANYMORE?" Bubbles shrieked. She zipped up to the roof. "I don't see it anywhere! It's gone!"
"Well, it must be somewhere," Blossom said reasonably. "I mean, it can't just disappear."
Bubbles floated back down. "The Professor's gone, Blossom." Her eyes filled with tears. "He's gone."
"It's alright, honey. We'll find him." Knowing that Bubbles needed something to keep her busy, Blossom gathered up the snails. "Let's go inside and get the lab ready. Okay, Bubbles?"
"He's gone," Bubbles mumbled as she followed Blossom back in. Abruptly, she stopped. "Those... Those... BASTARDS!" she said fiercely. "How dare they... How DARE they take the Professor away? They took him on their cruddy ship and now they've taken him away completely!" Her eyes glittered ferociously. "I'll kill them!" she exploded. "I'll... I'll kill them! I really will!"
Blossom waited patiently for Bubbles' angry outburst to pass, then slowly approached her sister. "You okay?"
"No," Bubbles snapped. "I'm pissed!"
"I can see that," Blossom said gently. "But can you calm down enough to help me get the lab ready? Buttercup should be back any minute now with the tails. We need to get moving, Bubbles."
"Yeah," Bubbles sighed. "I'll help."
The two girls went down to the lab with the bucket of snails and began preparing a pot large enough to mix three little boys in. They set the bucket of snails and a vial of Chemical X next to the pot.
"We might as well get our own snips to start with," Blossom said. She grabbed a pair of scissors and moved towards Bubbles.
"Be careful!" Bubbles cried. "Don't ruin my pigtails."
"I won't," Blossom said. She very carefully snipped a little bit from each pigtail, making sure they ended up even when she was finished. "All done. Now do me."
Bubbles took up the scissors.
"And be careful!" Blossom said firmly. "Remember what happened last time you tried to give me a haircut?!"
"That was Buttercup," Bubbles said quickly.
"It was both of you!"
"Oh. Yeah." Bubbles laughed nervously. "Well, she messed me up."
"I'm sure she did," Blossom said, not sounding at all convinced. "Just be careful."
"I will. I always am." Bubbles snipped once, twice, three times.
"All done?"
"Ummm... Yeah." Bubbles chuckled again, sounding even more nervous than before. "All done!"
Blossom rolled her eyes and said nothing. She'd have to get a mirror and see what damage Bubbles had caused before commenting. She never made it to the mirror, though, because Buttercup came in right at that moment. She was carrying a small sack.
"Ewwww!" Bubbles cried. "Puppy dog tails?"
Buttercup nodded grumpily and tossed the sack on the floor in disgust. "Don't ask me to do that shit again. I mean it. I'm always the one jumping on bunnies and pounding shit... I hereby officially draw the line at collecting puppy dog tails."
"But you got them, right?" Blossom asked. "Three of them?"
"Yeah," Buttercup said with a sour expression.
Blossom picked up the sack and took it over to the mixing bowl. "Alright," she said. "Let's get star-"
Buttercup's sudden laughter cut off the end of Blossom's sentence.
"What?" Blossom asked, turning around. "What's so funny?"
"I take it you got some snips already?" Buttercup asked between guffaws.
"Buttercup... Shhhh!" Bubbles smiled at Blossom. "There's nothing wrong with your hair."
"What did you do?!" Blossom roared. She zipped out of the lab in search of a mirror. Once she found one, she craned her neck to see the bottom of her hair. Bubbles had obviously taken all three snips from the same chunk of hair, making it about three inches shorter than the rest of her hair. "Bubbles!!!" Blossom shouted, flying back to the lab. "I TOLD you to be careful!"
"I WAS careful," Bubbles replied. "I didn't cut you or anything... did I?"
Blossom's eyes narrowed. "See if I don't mess up your pigtails next time," she threatened.
"No!" Bubbles cried, grabbing her pigtails. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would," Blossom said menacingly.
Buttercup cleared her throat. "As amusing as this is, girls, we have work to do."
Blossom shot another annoyed look at Bubbles, then turned her attention back to the pot. "Right. Let's get this over with." She dumped the puppy dog tails into the pot, making a disgusted face as she did so. Next went in three snails. Then the snips from her own hair, as well as the snips from Bubbles'. "We need your snips, Buttercup," she said.
"Right." Buttercup handed the scissors to Bubbles, then thought better of it and yanked them back. "I'd probably be better off doing this myself," she said. She cut three small snips from her own hair, then handed them to Blossom. "There you go, leader girl. Enjoy."
Blossom snorted. "I'm hardly enjoying this." She dumped Buttercup's snips into the pot, then took up the vial of Chemical X. "Are we all ready?"
"Yes," Bubbles said meekly.
"Yeah," Buttercup agreed.
Blossom moved the vial towards the pot and began tilting it. She did so slowly, knowing it was important not to put in too much or too little. Just as the first drop was about to spill out, Buttercup made a noise.
"Wait!" she cried.
Blossom pulled the vial back just in time to stop the flow from beginning. "What?"
"What the hell are we going to do with three little boys?"
"Well, they won't BE little boys," Blossom said. "We've grown up; Why wouldn't they?"
"They've been unmade all this time," Buttercup said. "That's why. This recipe is for three 'superpowered little boys'. It even says so right on the portfolio: Mojo Jojo's Super Secret Recipe for-"
"Yeah, yeah, we get it." Blossom tapped her chin thoughtfully. "And that's a really good point. But how do we make superpowered MEN?"
"You're the smart one," Buttercup countered. "You tell me."
"Well, when you want to make a bigger cake, you just multiply the ingredients in the cake recipe," Bubbles said.
Both of her sisters stared at her.
"What?" she asked. "What'd I say?"
"Nothing, Bubbles," Blossom said. "Just something genius."
"I'm a genius?" Bubbles asked happily.
"Sure," Blossom said absent-mindedly. She then began thinking out loud to herself. "Now how much would we multiply it by? Hmmm. This recipe made five-year-old boys... We want twenty-year-old men... We'll multiply it by four!" She counted up the snails still in the bucket. "10... plus the three already in the pot. That's enough." She turned to Bubbles. "We can get more snips, no problem." Then she turned to Buttercup.
"No way," Buttercup said, her arms firmly crossed across her chest. She shook her head. "I'm not getting more puppy dog tails. You gotta sneak up on 'em and then..."
"I don't wanna know!" Bubbles called out.
"Well, it's nasty. I'm not doing it."
Blossom sighed. "Fine. I'll do it." She stomped up the stairs. "But I could use some help!"
"No way," Buttercup said again.
"Not me!" Bubbles cried, looking slightly frightened at the idea.
"Oh, fine!" Blossom stormed out of the lab and to the front door. She opened it... and nearly tripped over the Talking Dog. "Oh, what do you want?" she asked.
"Good afternoon to you, too. Are you always this surly in the afternoon? No wonder you're still single. That's some hairstyle you're working there, Blossom. It's almost as ugly as Buttercup's."
"WHAT do you WANT?" Blossom repeated, glaring at him.
"Well, your sister, charming little whelp that she is, went around town snipping the tails off of a couple of my friends and I was wondering what the big idea is. I mean, that's even more obnoxious than her normal behaviour and, let me tell you, her normal behaviour isn't really all that great. Say, do I smell something cooking?"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Blossom shouted.
"Wow. Talk about your attitude problems! Anyhow, I was wondering what the big idea was of your sister cutting off my friends' tails, seeing as if she'd wanted puppy dog tails, she could've just asked me. Not that I would expect her to use her brain or anything. She's all brawn and no brain, if you know what I mean. A lot like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Although he was elected governor, so I guess that doesn't mean anything to people these days."
Blossom restrained her anger long enough to ask the important question: "Why would she have asked you for them?"
"Well, I sell them, naturally. You wouldn't believe how many people these days need puppy dog tails. You know, arts and crafts projects, home brewed little boys... It's a happening business, I tell you. Not that you'd know anything about that, seeing as you've never worked a day in your life and you're still living at home."
"How much?" Blossom grumbled.
"For what?" The Talking Dog looked at her like she was insane. "Really, you should work on your communication skills. They come in really handy with-"
"How much for the puppy dog tails?!" Blossom interrupted. She did the math in her head. "I need nine of them. NOW."
"Nine? What are you building in there, Fabio?"
"Nevermind that. Can you get them?"
"Get them, schmet them! I've got them with me right now."
Blossom's eyes widened. "What on Earth are you doing carrying around NINE puppy dog tails?!"
"It's a convenient plot twist," the Talking Dog said with a shrug. "I only signed on for a bit role in this fan fiction, so I have to make my appearance brief. I certainly don't have time to go looking for nine puppy dog tails."
"Er... Right. So how much?"
"Oh, they're free." He gestured over to a sack in the middle of the lawn. "They're right over there. I'd get them for you, but I'm lacking opposable thumbs." He looked at Blossom's mitts. "Haha! Looks like I'm not the only one, either. How do you manage to pick your nose without any fingers?"
Blossom growled. "If you're not gone in five seconds, I'M leaving this fan fiction!!!"
The Talking Dog disappeared in a poetic-license-shaped cloud, courtesy of the writer.
Blossom gathered up the sack of tails from the middle of the lawn and returned to the lab.
"Give up already?" Buttercup asked, smirking at her sister. "There's no way you got nine of them so fast!"
Blossom held the bag aloft. "Sure I did."
Bubbles looked at her sister in awe. "How?"
Blossom thought about telling her sisters the truth, then opted to keep quiet. "You two have NO idea what I went through to get these," she said instead. "NO idea."
The girls then set to snipping off more of their hair. Buttercup snipped Blossom's, managing to even out Bubbles' butchering in the process. Blossom TRIED to snip Bubbles' hair, but Bubbles screamed and ran about the room, holding her pigtails defensively, the very moment that Blossom picked up the scissors. Buttercup ended up snipping Bubbles' hair then, while Blossom snipped Buttercup's.
Finally, they were ready. They dumped in nine more snails and nine more puppy dog tails, then the whole slew of hair clippings.
"Wait!" Buttercup said again.
"What now?"
"Well, maybe we SHOULD mix this in the toilet. I mean, just in case it's important." Buttercup shrugged. "We wouldn't want to mess this up. I don't think any of us wants to have to collect all this crap again."
Blossom thought back on her conversation with the Talking Dog. "Right," she said decisively. "The toilet it is."
They found the cleanest toilet in the house and dumped the whole concoction in.
"That's the grossest thing I've ever seen in a toilet," Bubbles commented, holding her nose even though there was no odor.
"I've seen grosser," Buttercup said with a shrug. Unsurprisingly, no one chose to question her any further about it.
"Alright," Blossom said, readying the vial of Chemical X. "Everybody ready?"
"Yeah, let's get on with it," Buttercup said.
"I'm ready," Bubbles said, hiding slightly behind Buttercup.
"Then here we go!" With those words, Blossom poured in the perfect amount of Chemical X. She knew it was the perfect amount because the moment it entered the toilet, an explosion rocked the entire house.
The girls were shot clear through the bathroom wall, clear through Bubbles' bedroom, and right into Buttercup's dresser. Dust and debris filled the air, making it virtually impossible to see.
"Ow," Bubbles groaned.
"Everyone okay?" Blossom asked shakily.
"Yeah," Buttercup grumbled. "I'm alright." She pulled herself up to her feet and tried to brush herself off. The air was still too dusty, making it a futile gesture. "Now what?"
Blossom got to her feet beside her sister. "Now we see what the hell we just created..."