6.
"Boomer," Bubbles asked innocently, "can you do a favour for me?" Boomer when to open his mouth to answer, but merely sprayed food everywhere until he'd swallowed.
"Sure Bubble," (that's not a typo) he said, putting an arm round her, "I'd do anything for you." Bubbles blushed slightly before answering.
"Can you change your name to Bouffons before this evening?"
At the other end of the table, Butch nearly chocked on his food laughing, while Buttercup hit her head on the table. Boomer tried to hide the fact that he was hurt.
"What's wrong with Boomer," he said, failing miserably.
"Nothing, it's just…"
"That's what she told Blossom your name was," Buttercup spoke as she lifted her head up.
"Oh. Blossom." This time Boomer managed to remain emotionless. Bubbles leaned in a bit.
"Come on, it's not that bad a name."
Butch finally spewed up the bean that had lodged it's self in his throat. "It can't be done; all the offices will be closed. And Blossom will be fine with Boomer, she was fine with me."
"Shame we can't say the same for the other way around," Buttercup jabbed.
"Hey, I'm fine with it now," Butch very carefully skipped round mentioning why he had a problem with Blossom, "and I'm more supportive of her then you are now."
"That's because I care that she made a crap choice, and all you care is that Eddy gives you a good warranty." Buttercup was still smiling though, so there was no danger.
The little distraction had given Bubble's and Boomer the chance to slip there tongues down each others throat. Butch and Buttercup just watched in silence until they stopped.
"Err, sorry," Bubbles said quietly. Boomer nodded in agreement, although they were both clearly lying.
"Don't mind us," said Butch cheerfully, "keep going while you've still got it!"
There was a bleeping sound. Buttercup reached for her pocket.
"Arh crap. Emergency call. Bubbles can you get this with me?"
"Sure."
"Hey, we'll come too" Said Boomer, "I need to learn the ropes of this job." Buttercup shook her head.
"Sorry, but your not on the list yet Boomer, and Butch your… out of uniform. Love you see yah."
They'd left by the time the two ruffs realised that neither Bubbles nor Buttercup themselves were in uniform.
After flying a little way, Buttercup set down on a random building. Bubbles landed next to her, a little confused.
"Where's the crime?" she asked.
"There isn't one. I beeped myself. We have to talk about something."
"What," Bubbles was now confused, "are you and butch having a problem, because you don't seem that up for each other in a, you know, physical sort of way." Buttercup laughed slightly.
"No, that's called being married for five years. Seriously though, we're still good, it's just we keep it to our selves."
"Well, what is it. Is it Blossom?"
"No, we can talk about something other than Blossom for five minutes."
"Well, spit it out." Bubbles never though she'd have to say that to Buttercup, she normally spoke her mind without any invitation. But she still made her wait a bit for an answer.
"Where do you see yourself in five years time," the green puff eventually asked. Bubbles only paused briefly.
"Weeellll, I'm married to Boomer, in a nice house in suburbia, with maybe two children and perhaps a bit high up in the SSR. Why?"
"Humm," Buttercup seemed to be struggling to speak, "that was pretty much my answer five years ago." She sat down on the edge of the roof, dangling her legs over the edge, and watching the cars go through the night below. Bubbles watched her for a moment, still confused.
"But your nearly there. You've been promoted, your house is huge, and I can assume we substitute Butch for Boomer… can I?"
"Bubbles me and Butch can't conceive!" Buttercups declared suddenly. Bubbles froze.
"Are you sure?"
"We've been trying for four years. The doctors can't find anything wrong, but it just doesn't happen." She thumped the top of the building with her fist. "The only explanation anyone has offered is that… any foetus we create is too unstable, so it breaks up." Her head sunk lower. Bubbles swayed slightly in the wind.
"So… it's a puff-ruff thing?" the blue puff said almost in fear.
"I thought you ort to know."
Bubbles wondered around for a moment, considering things. Buttercup just remained staring at the traffic below. Eventually, Bubbles reached a decision.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Buttercup jumped up.
"Good answer," she smiled, "you'll be happy if you keep that attitude. Right!" She stretched, "that's enough talk, lets go find someone to beat up!"
"Great, how about him," Bubbles suggested, pointing to the street below. Buttercup sighed.
"Since when have we beaten random people up for no reason?"
"Oh, sorry. Hey, is that a giant robot over there?"
It was. Buttercup smiled.
"Good, let's go make it smaller."
The two puffs were unsurprised by the identity of the machine's pilot.
"Gee Mojo, it didn't take you long to get out, did it?" Bubbles said.
"No, for no cell can hold the great escaper, Mojo Jojo, that is to say, there is not a cell in which I can be held, Incrassated, or in which any such action of a similar nature can be achieved."
Buttercup sighed. "Another robot, can't you think of anything new?"
"It's hard!" the Monkey whined, "I'd like to see you come up with a new idea every week, and still find time to construct it. I work dammed hard, spend hours painstakingly designing, building and testing, while all you do is smash it to pieces, and then claim to have out witted me!. But this time you won't, because this robot is unbeatable, and it will destroy you two and your sister! HAHAAHAAHA!"
"Okay," said Bubbles, "let's test that theory!" but Buttercup pulled her back.
"Wait" she said slightly evilly, "something has occurred to me. Do you have a pen and paper Mojo?"
"HAHAHA… what, err, yes somewhere."
"Great," Buttercup smiled smugly, "because I was thinking Bubbles, what if Mojo was to take his robot to Blossom's house at about midnight, and attack there. I mean, since she won't use her powers, she'd be defenceless."
Bubbles caught Buttercup's eye and caught the drift.
"But he couldn't do that, because he doesn't know that Blossom lives at 23 Sandfield close. But if he did, why, she couldn't do anything."
"Yep, she sure would be, but if Mojo broke the law by attacking us now, he could never do that… oh good he's gone."
"Err," Bubbles looked nervous, "do you think this will work?"
"Sure," said Buttercup cheerfully, "especially if we put in a lousy performance. Right, we better get back."
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