PART TWO
Later that evening Miss Keane drove home feeling more optimistic about her situation. She had filled the class in with what was going on with Him and everyone was willing to help. They learned the value of multitasking and learned the lessons of the day while helping to rebuild her ruined presentation. Things were almost under control. Valentino rubbed against her legs and purred; obviously he forgave her for that morning. After a rocky start and an extra busy day Miss Keane was exhausted. Her neck was still bothering her, she still had to deal with her boss and her smashed car and the devil who caused it all but with her precious class backing her up, she didn't care about her troubles anymore. They would find a way.
The only thing they were still lacking was a good plan to stop Him. He was surely going to strike again, and she didn't know how she was going to get the better of him.
Meanwhile at the Utonium house the bulk of Miss Keane's presentation was safely guarded in the girls' bedroom. If Him tried to be stupid again, then Buttercup could indeed have her way and beat him up. Buttercup played a few video games with the presentation by her side- just to make sure she could be the one who got to fight Him if he did try.
Blossom was at her desk trying to come up with a strategy, but they never did really go after Him before. The only times they ever faced Him was in self defense, or to protect the city. She frowned throwing away another plan. "Any luck Red?" Buttercup asked.
"No," Blossom sighed, "I hope the rest of the class is coming up with some good ideas, because I'm out. We don't even know how to find Him."
"I guess we'll just have to wait until he shows up," Bubbles said as she colored. She did a final touch with her orange crayon and put it down, "There, finished!"
"Let's see!" Blossom and Buttercup stopped what they were doing and floated over. They looked at Bubbles' picture of Miss Keane and it said, "My Favorite Teacher" and she had a sketch of herself next to Miss Keane. "Nice!" Blossom said. "That'll melt the hearts of the board."
"Oh, and I have something else!" Bubbles giggled. She flew into the closet and pulled out her best dress, it was like their regular dresses, but with lace and frills and she pulled out some ribbons. "I'm gonna wear this and put these ribbons in my hair and curl my pigtails into little ringlets."
"You'll look so adorable!" Buttercup laughed, "You're going to be hardcore cutsie wootsie that they'll just love you!"
"Aw," Bubbles blushed, "We all know I'm already adorable." Buttercup looked at her blankly.
"OK, so we have Bubbles, Kristen, Robyn and Sue on the 'Cute committee' to make the board feel all warm and fuzzy towards Miss Keane again, we have Buttercup, Mitch, Lloyd and Floyd on guard duty and to keep on the lookout for Him, the rest of the class will help Miss Keane with her presentation and I'll be in charge of making sure things run smoothly." Blossom said, going over what they had so far.
"Yeah, give yourself the job of supervising," Buttercup frowned.
"Someone has to, besides, you begged to be on guard duty," Blossom pointed out, "You're in charge of your committee, so quit complaining. I have this job because I'm the smartest girl in class and my main job is to help anyone who is having trouble with their lessons since we'll have less time learning this week and we still need to think of grades." Buttercup nodded, feeling satisfied with her answer. Blossom added with a giggle, "That and supervising."
"Whatever," Buttercup frowned, going back to her game.
Professor Utonium came into their room and watched them for a moment, "Come on girls, it's time for bed."
"Can we stay up a little longer?" Blossom asked, "I'm still trying to come up with a good plan to outsmart Him."
"Outsmart Him?" the Professor shivered, "What for? He's not someone you want to mess with if you don't have to."
"We have no choice," Bubbles said.
"Why? Did he do something to you?" Professor Utonium asked with an angry frown.
"No," Buttercup said, "It's Miss Keane we're doing this for."
"Miss Keane!? What does Him want with your teacher?" he asked.
"She's oppressed," Blossom replied. The three of them briefly told him the story about how she humiliated Him when she rescued them a month before, and that Him has decided to get back at her by ruining her career and making her life miserable, "We're helping her out. Actually the whole class is."
"Wow," Professor Utonium scooped his girls into his arms, "You must really love Miss Keane to go through all this trouble."
"She's a cool teacher," Buttercup said, "Most of the time. Besides, we hate Him, it's about time we get back at the guy for all he's done to us. And he has no right to bug Miss K, it ticks me off."
Professor Utonium smiled, "You girls are so sweet. But it's time for bed."
"But we still need to come up with a plan to outsmart Him and get the best of him once and for all!" Blossom insisted.
The Professor smiled at her, "Whatever you decide to do, it won't do you any good if you don't get enough rest."
The girls sighed, choosing not to argue. What they had so far was enough for now.
"Can we have a story?" Bubbles asked.
"Sure," Professor Utonium nodded. He went to their bookshelf and pulled out their anthology of fairy tales. He read another tale each night, "Let's see, which one are we on?" he flipped through the pages, "Ah yes, Rumplestiltskin!" he said, and he sat down on the bed beginning to read while the girls flew under the covers and got comfy.
Meanwhile Him sat on his sofa and watched them. "So the Powerpuff Girls think they can outsmart me do they?" he frowned, angry that the entire class was backing Miss Keane up. "We'll see about that."
Pilfered Sympathy: Thanks! 'proud to be bad' is someone I made up. No one in particular.
Hairy Gregory: Not much to say, but thanks. I admit I am proud of the last scene in the last chapter. I'm so glad you found it funny!
PinkPuff514: Hmmm, maybe you can join Buttercup on guard duty. I mean, if you want to punch something, it may as well be Him. Thanks for the review!
Dooly: Piñatas come with candy I think. Maybe he just possessed a ready made piñata. I still think he was covering up a botched job. Vive l'ambiguity! (my fake French) Thanks for being a faithful reviewer!
