Triple Trouble
Mainframe decided that someone had to go check up on the Triplets so he reluctantly went to the infirmary. What he saw there shocked him. "What the…?"
The Triplets were dancing around in bright outfits. Lifeline was wearing a lab coat and Bree was looking in the mirror primping. Beach Head was tied up with silly string and bandages surrounded by garden gnomes. "Help me…" He moaned. "Please help me…"
"Why is Beach Head tied up?" Mainframe yelled.
"That's not Beach Head," Daria in a green outfit said. "That's Mojo Jojo!"
"We're playing Powerpuff girls!" Quinn giggled. "I'm Blossom!"
"And I take it you're Bubbles?" Mainframe sighed as he asked Brittany. "Why are you guys letting them do this?"
"It was either this or have them continue to hack into one of our defense system satellites," Bree explained. "For some reason the girls are convinced that there's an ancient spaceship hidden under a volcano containing giant robots that can transform into things."
"That sounds like fun!" General Whithalf walked in.
"General!" Mainframe hastily saluted.
"Oh at ease!" Whithalf waved. "I got bored at the Pentagon and decided to have some fun for a change! Can I play?"
"Sure!" Brittany said. "You can be the Mayor!"
"Oh that sounds marvelous!" Whithalf grinned. "What does he do?"
"Oh boy…" Mainframe staggered away. "Talk about typecasting."
Half an hour later Mainframe and Dial Tone were wandering the halls again. "Why won't Duke leave his office?" Dial Tone asked. "I don't understand."
"Something about a meeting of Broken Hearts Anonymous or something," Mainframe sighed. "And now with Whithalf on the loose we really gotta be on our toes!"
"YEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAA!" General Whithalf whizzed by on a rocket powered wheelchair. "I LOVE THIS!"
"Yeah or we might get run over," Dial Tone groaned as that nearly happened as the Triplets whizzed by.
"BANZAI!" Lifeline cheered as they raced down the corridor.
"Who's supposed to be watching who?" Mainframe yelled.
Coming up, the conclusion of this crazy fic!