The Dance
by Tonifranz
This fic happens after What is Buttercup's Plan. But reading that fic and my other fics is not necessary for understanding or enjoying this fic. There are references to my other fics, notably Allies and Rivals and Allies and Rivals II. However, the only thing that needs to be understood in this was that a certain Dr William Edwards was the one who recreated the Rowdyruff Boys, not Him, after they were first destroyed by the girls by being kissed, and under his guidance, they were not evil anymore. And they were in alliance with the girls, called the Ruff Puff Alliance, with Blossom as leader.
Short Summary: Pokey Oakes elementary has an annual school dance for its first graders. Sounds good. The catch is, the girls are the one who invite the boys, and the boys, according to school rules, can't refuse the girl who first asked them.
Long Summary: This is a story about a Sadie Hawkins Dance, where the girls ask the boys, and the boy has to take the first girl to ask him to the dance, or else! The boys conjure ways to get out from being asked, and going to the dance, while the girls, as a result of a combination of events, were left with only the Rowdyruffs to ask. Will the Rowdyruff Boys escape from the terrors of the dance? Or will the Powerpuff Girls manage to get the boys to the Dance? And what does Princess Morebucks have to do with all of this?
Announcement: BTW, I've just updated Chapter 5 of Allies and Rivals III.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or their characters. The Powerpuff Girls are owned by Craig McCracken and Cartoon Network. I only own my own characters, the most prominent of which is Dr Edwards.
Chapter 8
The Eleventh Hour
The City of Townsville…
"So what do you think Buttercup? Bubbles picked that one especially for you!" said Blossom.
"I am not wearing that," said Buttercup.
"Oh come on!" said Bubbles. "I think you'll look beautiful in this," said Bubbles dreamily. "Besides, Blossom and I are going to wear just as beautiful dresses as this."
"I don't care! I am not wearing that dress!" Buttercup said in finality. "And there's nothing you can do about it!"
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Twenty minutes later…
"Oh Buttercup, you look beautiful!" said Bubbles.
"I look stupid," said a Buttercup with her hands folded and her mouth folded into a frown.
Despite her assertions and bravado, she failed to prevent her sisters from making her wear the dress that they want her to wear. It really was a longer version of the dress they wore at the incident at a house party a few months ago called Octi Gone, the difference being it reached to the shins midway between her ankles and her knees instead of just reaching to her knees. It was light green, and had frills at the hem. The dress was puffed. It was light, and though fitted, it was not tight. There was a dark green ribbon tied around her waist that was tied in a large bow at the back, and the ends dropped to the end of the hem of the dress.
She also wore white stockings and black leather shoes, though she didn't mind it since she always wore it even when fighting. Though she would die to have the boys' sneakers.
"Nonsense, Buttercup, you look fabulous! I bet Butch would be surprised!"
"Yeah! Surprised that I was such a sissy!" Buttercup grumbled.
"Now to add the finishing touches!" said Bubbles.
"What, you're not finished?" said Buttercup in surprised.
"Not yet!" Blossom added with a fiendish smile on her face.
"Yeah, we haven't applied make-up yet!" said Bubbles.
Buttercup's eyes widened in horror at hearing this. "No! We don't even know how to use that stuff! And we don't even have it! The Professor never bought—"
"Well, right after we arrived from our short vacation at our Fish Farm, I thought, that maybe, we can make the boys like us by making ourselves more attractive! I mean there has to be a reason why the boys doesn't like us at all!" said Blossom.
"Well I don't think Boomer doesn't like me you know! After all, he did go out on that date with me!" Bubbles said.
"So Bubbles went to Ms. Bellum and Ms. Keane's house and borrowed some make-up, and lipstick. And it's right here," said Blossom as she and Bubbles began to drag an unwilling Buttercup to the vanity.
"You even don't know how to use the stuff!" said Buttercup.
"Oh, we watched some TV, and so I know how," said Blossom smugly. "First, the make-up!"
Blossom took the make-up kit from the bag, and began to apply it on Buttercup. Soon, the extent of her knowledge on how to use it became apparent. That is—she had no idea what she was doing. Soon, Buttercup's face became as white as a paper, in fact, so white that she looked like she was a newly deceased corpse. Plus the fact that it was unevenly applied. Blossom applied too much on her forehead, and too little on her cheeks. She even put make-up on her neck. Bubbles then fiddled with the lipstick. However, she was so clumsy that soon, there was red not only on her lips, but also all over her face. Soon, Buttercup's face was like a white piece of paper that had a few lines of drawn with red crayon on it. Buttercup, was oblivious. "What! Remove the sheet off the mirror!" she demanded.
Blossom and Bubbles looked at what they had done with her face, and fought the urge to laugh. Blossom quickly took a face towel, drenched it with water, and roughly wiped out the make-up and lipstick from her face. "Um, I think we need to do that over again."
So Blossom took the brown make-up and began to apply it to her face more evenly. And Bubbles this time was more careful.
The end result was that it wasn't quite the disaster of the first attempt.
"Girls, the boys are here!" shouted the Professor.
"Already? But it's only five! I haven't even dressed yet!" Blossom panicked. "Okay, okay, um, at least Buttercup's finished. Professor, can you tell them to wait an hour?" asked Blossom.
"Okay," said Professor Utonium. "Okay, girls, don't panic!"
"Who's panicking?" said Buttercup with a derisive snort.
"I'm not panicking," giggled Bubbles. "I think you're the only one who's panicking!"
"Me? I'm not panicking!" said a visibly sweating Blossom.
"Yes you are," said Bubbles. "Relax. We have still one hour to prepare. Besides, all of us had already taken a bath, so all we have to do is dress-up and make ourselves pretty!"
"But—"
"Oh don't worry," said Bubbles. "Come on! Let's get you on that dress…"
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Downstairs…
"Well, at least it's not as hopeless as I thought it would be," said Butch.
"I wonder what we'll do at the dance?" said Brick. "I still have no idea what you do at the dance. Other than what Mitch told us, but he told us that it will be very very horrible, but not exactly what makes it so horrible!"
"Don't you get it, Brick? Spending your time with girls who probably had lots and lots of cooties is what makes it so horrible!" said Butch.
"Yeah, but I still wonder what they'll force us boys to do? What the heck! At least we'll be able to sneak out," said Brick as they slowly walked towards the house from the car
"So where are they?" asked Boomer.
"Oh they're still not finished," said the Professor.
"Finished doing what?" asked Butch.
"They're still getting dressed and making themselves presentable," said Professor.
"What? It only took each of us five minutes to take a shower, and a total of fifteen seconds to get completely dressed! What's taking them so long?" Butch exploded.
"Well, they do like to take their time and don't like to rush things through," said the Professor.
"Girls!" muttered Brick in disgust. "Those sissies take forever to prepare!"
The Professor just laughed.
Dr. Edwards also laughed. "Those boys! Reminds me when we were six and we had to take our girls to the dance."
"Yeah! Every time I remember it, I cracked! It was so funny thinking about it now, but back then, we were so deathly afraid!" said John.
"Yeah. By the way, do you have some wine? Or beer? We could use a bit of a drink till the girls finished. I have to bring them to the dance hall at school, you know," said the Doctor. "Don't worry. I won't get drunk or tipsy."
"The boys might see," said the Professor.
"Let them! In a few years time, when they're old enough, I'll introduce them to the joys of alcohol!" said Dr. Edwards. "As they say, you're not man until you get drunk once!"
So they went to the kitchen, where the Professor took a bottle of wine from a hidden drawer, and both drank while they exchanged stories, jokes and laughed like they were in a tavern. Though both men made sure none of them became drunk.
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Meanwhile…
"So what do we do while we wait for the sissies to finish?" asked Butch.
"How about poker?" asked Boomer. "I have my deck in my pocket."
"Nah! I'm not in the mood right now," said Butch. "Maybe we can have some target practice?"
"Yeah, that would be awesome," said Boomer before they went out into the yard.
Brick took a pebble in his hand and threw it high into the air. He formed an energy ball in his hand, and threw it high into the air. Seconds later, there was an explosion, and the pebble disappeared.
"Top that!" said Brick, posturing like a peacock.
"No problem!" said Butch. He went to the neighbor's yard, which was empty because it had formerly belonged to Mr. Smith. He and his family moved out of town after they were driven out by an angry mob.
The black haired rowdyruff pointed a small energy ball the size of a marble and threw it at the house. There was an explosion, and half the house was utterly destroyed.
"Ha, you only destroyed half of it!" Brick crowed.
"I intended it to be that way," said a smirking Butch.
Boomer yawned. "That's nothing." He then looked around. He finally spotted a meteor burning in the sky, heading towards the atmosphere. Boomer took his sunglasses from his suit, and put it over his eyes. He then put both his hands together, and a powerful beam shot from it. Soon, the beam hit the meteor, and there was a powerful explosion, and the sky was filled with white light, a light so bright that they had to close their eyes. "Don't you know that that blast was so powerful that it could destroy the moon? Heck, if I wanted to destroy the moon, that moon would be gone by now!"
"Yeah, we all can destroy the moon," said Brick. "But the consequences would be greater than the pleasure in doing so. I'm bored. Let's play marbles."
"Have you got any marbles?" asked Butch.
"I have a couple in my pocket," said Brick.
"Well, let's go then," said Boomer. They then went to the concrete ground in front of the garage of Professor Utonium where they spent the next few minutes playing marbles.
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Twenty minutes later…
"Boys, the girls have already finished!" shouted the Professor.
"Already? Geez! I thought that it would take them a couple of hours at least," said Brick, snickering.
"Yeah! If that happened, then by the time they'd finish, the dance would be over," said Boomer.
The boys then went to the top of the stairs, while they waited for the girls to emerge. Soon, the girls emerged from the room.
"So boys, what do you think?" asked Blossom.
The boys stared for a couple of seconds. Then they broke out in laughter.
Blossom and Bubbles were wearing dresses like that of Buttercup, with Blossom's dress in pink while Bubbles that of dark blue. But it was not the dresses that evoked laughter.
Simply put, the application make-up and the lipstick and cosmetics were a disaster. While the dresses were lovely and good, the powder and make-up and such were done in such an incompetent manner. While it was not as bad as Bubbles and Blossom's earlier misapplication to Buttercup's face, it was still very bad. The only reason why the girls didn't think it was bad was because compared to the first one it's good, and second, the six-year-old girls were at that time were poor judge of cosmetics. They simply had no idea how to properly apply it.
"Ha, ha, ha! Blossom, I never thought you'd spend so much time to make yourself even uglier than you already are, but I guess I'm wrong," said Brick while rolling on his floor, laughing so hard. "Boy, I guess you do want to remain ugly!"
"Boy, are you going to a puppet show?" asked Boomer while laughing. "Then if so, then I'd guess you're the puppets."
"The only thing good about going to that dance, is that, when the others will see you, they're going to laugh at you! You'd be the laughing stock!" laughed Butch.
"Wait, on second thought, go and fix yourself! We'd be too embarrassed to go to the Dance with you looking like that!" said Brick. "I'd know you're already ugly, but please, don't make yourself even uglier!"
The girls were embarrassed, as they simply had no idea that they had simply botched up the job. "Why are you laughing?" asked Bubbles.
"Yeah! Beauty is nothing to laugh at!" said Blossom.
The boys' laughter was compounded. "Oh please! No more! You're killing us!" said Brick.
The girls blushed red, which blended with the ridiculous make-up, making them even uglier, making the boys even laugh harder.
"Ha, ha, ha! Please, don't go to the dance looking like that!" said Boomer. "You'd make us laughing stocks too for taking someone who looks like harpies!"
"Oh shut up, you hideous boys!" shouted an embarrassed Blossom.
"Look who's talking!" said Butch. "Ha, ha, ha, ha! I always knew Brick was fooling when he always called you ugly, Blossom, but I guess you were trying to prove Brick right!"
The Professor took pity on the girls. "Come on girls, I think you need a real make-over, and I think I know who can help," said the Professor as he led them back to their room.
"Professor, do we really look that horrible?" asked Bubbles.
"Not really. You just didn't use make-up and lipstick properly, and that makes you, look, well, funny!" said the Professor.
"Uh, so we made ourselves look ugly," said Blossom. "Great! Now I'll hear the end of it from Brick!"
Bubbles soon covered her face with her hands, and ran towards their room.
"Ugh! You and your bright ideas!" said Buttercup. "Oh, I'm Blossom, and using make-up will make the boys like us better and make us better looking! Yeah right! What a hoot!"
"Okay, girls, on to your rooms," said the Professor. "Don't worry, boys. This is really the first phase of their make-up, and they're not yet finished!"
After that, the Professor called Ms. Keane on the phone. "Ms. Keane, could you do the girls a favour? You will? Thanks. You see the girls seemed to have bitten more than they can chew when they tried to use make-up and lipstick. So if you could help them use it to improve their looks, then I'd be most grateful. Thank you!"
"Um, wait a minute, I think I'm going to get something," said the Professor, who then went to a sound proof room. When he was sure nobody can hear him, he began laughing very hard.
Dr. Edwards saw his sons laughing. He slipped to the kitchen, closed the doors, and laughed very hard too.
Ten minutes later, Ms. Keane arrived carrying a purse. "Oh where are the girls?"
"Oh they're in their room," said the Professor, who had stopped laughing and stepped out of his sound-proof room. "Please make it good. I don't want my girls to be the laughingstocks of the town the way Blossom was when her sisters accidentally butchered her hair," he whispered.
"Don't worry," said Ms. Keane. "I'll take care of it!"
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Fifteen minutes to six…
Dr. Edwards and the Professor were waiting on the living room, chatting with each other while smoking on some of the doctor's expensive cigars. The boys were sitting on the carpet, playing poker while they waited for the girls.
"Boys! The girls are ready!" Ms. Keane said triumphantly.
"Ha! Finally! I thought it would take until Thanksgiving for you four to finish, Sandra," laughed Dr. Edwards.
"Don't be silly, William," said Ms. Keane. "Come and feast your eyes to the Powerpuff Girls! Okay girls, you can come out now?"
"Are you sure they won't laugh at us?" asked Bubbles.
"Of course not!" said Ms. Keane. "I'm telling you, no matter what they say on the outside, deep inside, they're really admiring you!"
"Okay," said Blossom, and the three puffs went out. The three girls still wore the same long dresses that they wore earlier. The difference is their faces. Now the make-up and lipstick were perfectly applied, and it gave the effect the girls and Ms. Keane desired, making them even more attractive.
"Wow! You girls are—beautiful!" said Professor Utonium.
"Aw! You're so cute and pretty! Yes you are," said Dr. Edwards kindly. "I'm sure my sons will like it! Good job Ms. Keane! I never knew you were quite a beautician!"
"Oh it's nothing," said Ms. Keane.
The girls blushed at the compliments.
However, the Rowdyruff Boys were simply too young at this point to recognize beauty in an opposite sex their age.
The boys gave an indifferent look and yawned, as if watching the Principal of the school give a speech on TV.
"Will you look at that!" said Brick with eyes wide open at the direction of the girls. "It's beautiful!"
"Have you seen anything as good as it?" asked Boomer, staring at the direction of the girls. "Mighty fine-looking if you ask me!"
"Woo-hoo! What a knock-out!" said Butch. "Simply stunning! Ha, the other boys will be jealous when they see me with her! I like her!"
"What a gorgeous thing!" said Brick. "I wish I could touch her!"
"Why not?" asked Boomer. Boomer rushed forward, followed by his brothers.
The girls were thoroughly surprised, and blushed. "Oh thank you, boys. I guess you weren't so bad at all," said Blossom.
"Thanks!" said Bubbles.
But instead of coming to them, the boys rushed past them. They went to a table just behind them were they picked up a video camera.
"Wow! This camcorder is beautiful, just beautiful," said Brick as he admired the recording device. "Wow, look at the tape! It's so small, yet it can record for eight hours! And look, you can even put it on DVD."
"Hey, no fair, let me have a look at her!" said Boomer, referring to the video camera. "She's wonderful! Look, its batteries can last 48 hours continuous use! And you can even edit out the scenes. And look, it's so small and compact that you can put it in your pocket if it's large enough."
Butch grabbed the camcorder. "Wow! And Dad haven't had this kind of camera yet!"
Brick grabbed the camcorder and went to the Professor. "Professor, where did you buy her," he excitedly asked, referring to the camcorder. "This is so cool you know!"
"I made it! I just finished it this morning! It's the Utonium Camcorder No. 21445. You can even record shows on TV, kinda like a VCR. And it's very tough too. Drop it over a hundred feet on concrete, and it won't break! And it's waterproof too!"
"Wow! Dad, you've got to make a camera like this! It's so cool!" Butch said to his father.
"Wow John! That is the most impressive camcorder I've ever seen!" said Dr. Edwards, completely forgetting about the girls.
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Meanwhile…
Buttercup, and yes, even Bubbles were nearly boiling mad at the rebuff from the ruffs. They were embarrassed again by the boys.
"Why those rotten, no-good, uncivilized, boys, why I outta—" Buttercup began.
"Easy Buttercup, you'll play into their hands," said Blossom. "Like Ms. Keane said, they actually think we're awesome and attractive but they won't actually say it! Remember, they want to get out of the dance, and they're trying to psych us out into dumping them!"
"Boys!" Bubbles shouted. "What about us?"
"Huh?" said Brick innocently. "What about you girls? We're taking you to that dance, you know!"
"Boys!" Ms. Keane suddenly said, "Stop this talk about the camcorder. You boys are ignoring the girls ! You'd think that you would want to take the camera instead of the boys."
"Oh boy! Would we!" said Brick sarcastically.
"Oh!" said the Professor. "I think I'm going to put this in the cabinet. I'm going to discuss this with you when the dance is over. Now boys, I think you should pay attention the girls."
"Yeah! Especially now that Ms. Keane helped them with their make-over," said Dr. Edwards, though his eyes were still on the camcorder in the Professor's hand.
"Oh, okay," said the boys. "What's to notice?"
"Well, what do you think? How do we look?" asked Blossom.
"Well, you're not as ugly as a few minutes ago, but considering—" Brick began.
"Oh, thanks for the compliment!" said Blossom, with a sly smile on her face.
"That is not a compliment!" said Brick.
"Oh yes it is," said Blossom. "You always called me ugly, and since you called me not as ugly, coming from your mouth, William B. Edwards Jr., then it really is a compliment."
"No it's not!" said Brick. "You're delusional!"
"Well, Butch said a while ago that you were only fooling when you called me ugly, so that meant you actually think I'm pretty!" said Blossom while batting her eyes. "I think you like me, Brick."
Brick began to sweat. "You're crazy."
"And I think you're one heck of a hunk!" said Blossom as she playfully flirted with Brick. "I think you're handsome, and I want to be close to you."
Brick suddenly went and clutched his Dad's feet. "Dad, keep me away from her! Please! She wants to eat me! Look at how she looks, oh please! She wants to infect me with her cooties! Get her away from me! She's gonna kiss me! Please, I don't want to die!"
Suddenly, Blossom suddenly laughed. "Ha, ha, I always knew you were a wimp, Brick, but I never thought you'd be this much of a wimp! Ha, as if I'll ever fall for you! It would be cold day in hell before that would happen!"
"Dad, what does fall for me mean?" asked a naïve Brick.
"I'll tell you when you're older, son," said Dr. Edwards.
"So this is all a trick! Well, I won't fall for that again," said Brick, regaining his composure.
"Really, you know Brick, I really like your—"
Before she could finish, Brick suddenly pushed her away. "See, I'm not falling for your drivel again."
Blossom suddenly lost it. "Brick, it's not polite to push a lady! You're uncivilized, you know that!"
"Well, I ain't seeing no lady," said Brick. "Just a loud mouthed wench."
"Why you Brick! Calm down, Blossom! I know what you're doing! You're trying to make us not force you to take us to the dance by being mean!"
"So you figured it out? Well, I've been mean for the past three months, how is this day any different," replied Brick.
"Well—we'll you look at that! That's no proper way to tie a tie!" said Blossom. "If you want to go to the dance with a snappily dressed girl like me, you have to look your best, and that includes your tie." Before he could react, she quickly pulled his tie from his vest, unknotted it, then wound it in a complicated knot, pulling it far into his neck.
"So tight!" said Brick, quickly grabbing the knot as he nearly chocked. "What are you trying to do, choke me? And what in the name of the devil is this knot? I can't loose it."
"How'd you know?" Blossom replied. "And that know is called the Windsor knot. It's really complicated, and only one with smarts knows how to do it, but I guess you're dumb as a rock since you don't know how to do the knot."
"Oh shut up, you ugly, hideous girl, and fix this knot," said Brick. "If I die from chocking, then you'd have lost since you won't have forced me to go, you know."
Blossom then loosened the knot and fixed it so it was just okay. Brick then tucked it under his vest, so the upper part of his bright red tie could be seen.
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Meanwhile…
"Well, at least you fixed that powder in your face," said Boomer. "And you don't look like a clown."
"Well, Ms. Keane really fixed us up," said Bubbles. "So what do you think?"
"Not bad," said Boomer, still thinking of the camcorder. "Bubbles, can you connect that camcorder to a computer?"
"Well, I don't know," said Bubbles. "Boomer, do you think we'll have fun at the dance."
"I'm sure I won't!" said Boomer. "But don't worry. Me and my brothers will sneak out after we arrive."
"You'll sneak out?" asked Bubbles, clutching Boomer with her iron grip.
"Um, well, no, what I meant was, well, I'm just joking, you know," said Boomer, trying to correct his mistake of divulging his plan.
"Okay! Boomer! Your suit! It's rumpled!" Bubbles gasped.
"Well, it was ironed when we arrived. But me and my brothers had been playing so it got rumpled."
"Boomer, it just won't do!" said Bubbles. "Wait here!"
Boomer stood puzzled as Bubbles left and returned five seconds later with an ironing board and an electric iron.
"Now Boomer, remove you jacket!"
"But—"
"Do it or I'll kiss you!" she threatened.
"Oh no, not that! I don't want to have cooties!" said Boomer as he shivered. "Okay, if you insist, but please, no kissing."
He grumbled as he removed his jacket.
"And your shirt!" demanded Bubbles.
Boomer complied, removing first his tie then his shirt. Bubbles then ironed both articles of clothing. Boomer then quickly but carefully put it on, so as not to rumple it again.
"There, you look much more presentable!" said Bubbles.
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Meanwhile…
Butch took a close look at Buttercup.
"What?" asked Buttercup.
Butch was silent for a moment with a frown on his face. He then laughed.
"What's so funny?" asked Buttercup.
"You!" said Butch.
"What?" said Buttercup. "You better take it back if you don't want my knuckles on meeting your face."
"I mean, look at you! I always knew you were a sissy, but this day proves it!" said Butch. "I mean, not only do you wear dresses, ha, DRESSES, in fighting! What kind of a tough guy wears dresses fighting? But what you're wearing know takes the cake! I mean frills at the hem, a big ribbon tied around your waist and an even bigger bow tied at your back with the ribbon! Ha, and those shoes, and make-up and lipstick! I know you look okay for a girly girl, but for someone who claims to be all that tough and tougher, you sure look like a sissy!"
"Listen Butch, let's make one thing clear! You are a boy and I am not a boy! I am girl! You hear! So don't apply the same standards to me! I am tough! The toughest girl there is, but I am a girl, and I can dress and act like a girl anytime I like and there's nothing you can do about it!" said an angry Buttercup. "Besides, this is a dance, and this is the dress appropriate for it, just like your suit, tie, and coat is the one appropriate for boys! What do you want me to do, dress like you? Puh-leeze!" 'Darn it, I'd never thought I'd defend wearing this piece of junk!' she thought. "And if you are going to call me a sissy for wearing this, then you're a sissy too for wearing what you're wearing too!"
"Ha, but at least I can fight wearing this," said Butch. "Unlike that sheet you're wearing! So who's the sissy now!"
"Ha, I can beat you in this dress no problem in a fight!" said Buttercup.
"Do I hear a challenge? Okay, how about a fight! Me wearing this suit while you wearing that dress!" said Butch. "And the clothes shouldn't be damaged at all!"
"No problem!" said Buttercup. "When and where?"
But before they could agree on a date and place, Dr. Edwards called them.
"Boys, it's five minutes to six! Come on! Let's go!" said Dr. Edwards.
"Same to you, girls," said the Professor.
The boys then went to the feet of their father and followed him. Since it was a cold windy November evening, they got their overcoats from the coat rack and wrapped their scarves around their necks. Brick and his father also wore hats. The girls took their jackets and their scarves too.
Butch simply forgot about his challenge to Buttercup as he went and joined his brothers. "So, do we do it, I mean sneak out of the dance?"
Brick nodded. "Yeah! I have an idea on how we can loose those girls. What we do is when we arrive at the dance, we excuse ourselves by saying we gotta pee and go to the boy's room. You see, they can't follow us into the boy's room. Anyway, there is a small window the top of the room. It's always closed, but can easily be opened from the inside. It's high, but we can fly so that's no problem. That window directly leads to the outside of the school, and we can hide outside—we have enough money anyway—until, let's say, five minutes before the dance is officially over at about 9:55, and return without anyone noticing. And nobody would notice, especially Dad, that we're gone. We'll just tell the girls that they lost us in the crowd. You see, we won't have to suffer like all those other boys! And nobody would notice we really weren't there!"
Dr. Edwards and his boys went to his car, while the Professor, Ms. Keane and the girls went to the Professor's car, and they all drove to the school gym where the dance is going to be held in a few minutes.
Author Notes
This fic, along with The Date, and What is Buttercup's Plan? happens between Chapter 21 (The Triumph of the Ruff Puff Alliance), and Chapter 22 (Brick's Challenge) of this story, Allies and Rivals II: Commander and the Leader. The kids already had rescued Prof Utonium and Dr Edwards from Ckracknow's first island. Ckracknow himself escaped, got some financing from Mr Morebucks, and unknown to the kids, was creating the five clones that will attack Citiesville. Blossom's still the undisputed leader of the Ruff Puff Alliance, but Brick was plotting to grab it from the pink puff leader.
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And so, on one side, on the side of the Boys, are Scotty Boyo and Ultramind, and on the other, on the girls' side, is BrYtt Bratt and Hairy Gregory!
To Kezzer, what last idea that would not work? Them sneaking out? Or where they would kidnap the girls to avoid the dance. Ha, yeah, well, his brothers both would suffer and avoid the dance. Hope you like this chapter.
To didygal, well, I continued. Thanks for liking my story. I hope you like this chapter too!
To Moonjava, thanks.
To PinkPuff514, well, I don't think Brick would harm himself if he could help it! Yeah, it's not really necessary that they injure themselves. Well, could the girls outsmart the boys next chapter?
Yeah, she's too innocent to realize the effects of her actions to Boomer.
To Hairy Gregory, yup! Busted again! Yeah, he should, but as you see, it's not really necessary, though it made the girls suspicious. Anyway, they simply hadn't thought of everything in making that plan, especially the possibility that the Professor would have the same healing accelerant.
Yeah, everybody would be pissed off if the kidnapping succeeded.
Well, Gregory, I'd like to announce you have BrYtt BRatt as your new ally against the Super Pac-men.
To Scotty Boyo, yeah, they really underestimated the Professor there, or just didn't consider the possibility. Well, I don't think Dr. Edwards would let them sneak out, but we can never know, can we?
To Lil Fang, well, they don't know that it's not really bad. They simply are too naïve at this point in their lives.
To Tones, you're right about them not being able to escape with Bubbles attached to Boomer all the time.
To BrYtt BRatt, he, he, I though you'd react that way when I put that kidnapping scheme that the kids seemed too fond of! (in my fics at least)
I don't think the girls will let the boys out of their sight, but the boys aren't going to take this lying down too! Especially with their new plan.
Well, I did as you requested. I told Gregory that you have joined his team.
To Ultramind, yup, I agree! It ain't over till the fat lady sings!
To Runa, thanks
To shadowedstar213, well, I continued! Satisfied.
To Dooly, well, they didn't look under the bed where Butch was lying. Dr. Edwards' house isn't really that big. Just a large suburban house with a lot of gadgets and rooms and a large underground lab and training room.
To John, yeah, let's see if they're able to sneak out.