Townsville Mall was brimming to the top with many people shopping and perusing for the usual of luxurious browsing and socialism.

But none were as top tier in the line of luxury as one of the richest and brattiest citizen of them all.

Princess Morbucks skimmed through the line of dresses that were in the rack in front her with disgust. Clearly, none of these designers knew the meaning of 'exquisite', according to her.

"Eww. Who would wear something this gaudy?" She held a gown that sparkled a bright green with a shimmer of turquoise. "This isn't even good enough to count as upholstery!"

She tossed the dress carelessly onto the floor along with the several dozens of others that lay strewn about in a large merciless heap.

Like everything else before her, Princess wanted and needed something that was rightfully made for her and her standards, and whatever didn't meet the criteria was simply garbage. What's more, she wanted something that would upstage the PowerPuff Girls during the gala.

"These dresses are crap! I should have daddy hire a seamstress that can actually make a fashionable and desirable dress that's worth the money and time for this dumb event. But more importantly, I want a dress that can floor those stupid PowerPuff Girls and make them pale in comparison to my greatness and beauty!"

If there was any living being that was as vain and prideful, it was her. Princess prided herself in being not only the best and having the best, but to be admired by all those around her. Ever since she met the girls, she became completely fixated on them and wanting to be like them. But after so many instances of rejection and humiliation by their hands, she then ultimately arrived at her own conclusions: if she couldn't join them, then she would have to just remove them out of the equation or best them at the very least.

She knew that defeating them had never worked for her so far, so she schemed to be better in other ways. Although the girls were the heroes of the city, they were middle-class citizens that could afford moderate commodities and simple luxuries.

Unlike her, they were menial in terms of financial flourishment.

Her father was one of the wealthiest men in the whole world and had great sources of revenue from his business, which was rarely discussed or even questioned. With the large source of income, Princess could have whatever her little rotten heart desired, from a copy tailor made PowerPuff dress in her favorite shade of yellow, to a 18kt gold tiara with amethyst gemstones embedded in it, to even buying out all of Townsville from the Mayor himself (in the form of Turkish delight, of course).

With the gala approaching, she knew this was her golden opportunity to show off and outshine the girls. She took the chance to even tear apart all the other nice dresses (in their colors, ironically) and leave only the mediocre ones, which were tossed to the floor in a filthy heap.

It was petty, but so was she.

Little did she know that another individual was nearby bartering with the owner of the high end shoppe for some nice fabrics and linen and witnessed the tantrum.

Stella peered over after she bought out some nicely colored and high-quality cloth that she needed to put the finishing touches on the girls' dresses when she overheard and saw the little ginger tyrant classmate of theirs. She was appalled when the little girl mentioned about the superheroines, alarming her that it was best that she didn't get caught in the middle of something that wasn't her business. At least, not entirely.

"Will that be all, Stell?" the fellow shoppe keeper asked with a raised brow, trying his best to ignore the little snot nosed brat as well. As much as he couldn't stand her, the Morbucks were high paying customers and were top in line of business for his shoppe. So for that, he kept quiet.

"Yes, Gustav. Thank you so much!" she adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose before shuffling out towards the exist as quickly as she could to avoid detection or even a hint of suspicion from the tiny ginger trillionaire.

But before she could get any further, she heard some voices on the other side of a wall of folded attire and some racks of clothing. Some of them were the sounds of giggling males. More like snickering boys.

She quickly darted to the side of the wall out of the line of sight and peeked over a bit. The RowdyRuff Boys were also at the mall, picking out their own choice of wear for the event. Brick picked out a dark wine-red suit with a black tie, while his brothers, Butch and Boomer, picked out one dark pine green and deep navy blue with black ties for each. The boys weren't ones for fancy dress up, but they wouldn't pass up the chance to upstage their rivals as well.

"So whatcha think, guys? Like the tone?" Brick gestured a hand over his suit with a cocky grin. Butch stuck his tongue out. "Looks dumb."

"You're dumb, ya moron! That's the ugliest shade of green I've ever seen. It's like someone barfed all over it!"

Boomer snickered, earning him a punch in return from his moreno brother. "What ya did that for?" The blonde boy bit back with a frown.

"For being a wuss, wuss. That's such a nasty color of blue."

Brick growled in frustration. "Shuddup! Both of ya! Let's just get these clothes and get out of here before the manager goes Karen on us. Besides, Princess says that we can tango with those stupid sissies later at the party!"

His two brothers stopped their bickering and nodded with devious grins on their faces. In a zipping flash, they zoomed out of the shoppe, barely passing by a shook Stella, and setting off the security sensors of the mall entrance. Gustav shouted a slur of swears at the boys as they flew off with the stolen merchandise. But that came to a halt as a small customer came to the register with a bright yellow dress with a large amethyst brooch on the collar of it. The dress also had a tent and with it, Princess was carrying a pair of matching-colored heels with purple ribbons on the top of the toe cover. She also got a corsage with the whole ensemble…

"I'll be purchasing this, please." She said with a dignified tone and her nose up in the air with entitlement. She dropped the merchandise on the counter and Gustav checked the items out on the register, all totaling up to about $2,100 and not including the tax.

Once handing him the money, Princess took her shopping bags full of articles and sauntered her way out towards the door. Stella was only one rack away from the doors herself and braced herself as she tried to stay as hidden as possible.

Thankfully, Princess passed her without a second glance and got into her super long white limousine that was stationed at the curb in front of the mall.

Once the luxurious vehicle drove off with the young monstrous heiress, Stella breathed out with relief. The last thing she wanted was to run into any trouble, let alone if that trouble were none other than some of the sworn enemies of the famous PPG.

Taking a moment to gather herself and her senses, she hoisted her precious cargo in her arms and parted from the mall as well.


Finally arriving at the small boutique, Stella set the bags down on her worktable and looked over her progress of her work.

She then began to think back on what she overheard from both Princess and the RowdyRuff Boys.

"Clearly the girls are going to have some handful company. But what I'm more concerned about are their outfits…"

She glanced up at the clock. It was now a quarter past three.

If there is one thing she can't stand as a fashionista, it was tactless taste in fashion sense as well as trashing other people's choices in looks and the hard work that other tailors and seamstresses put much like her own.

She looked in the bag of her purchases and pulled out the various shades of cloths that she brought with her. Taking her pencil, scissors, and starting up the sewing machine, she got to work.

If there was anyone who could pull off a job like this within such a short time, it was Stella Du'Poire.


After a couple hours and an energy shot later, Stella was finished. She took one last look over at her handiwork before giving a nod of approval. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her glasses nearly slipping off the end of her nose.

She looked at the clock again and saw that it was now 6:23 in the evening. The gala will commence at 7 sharp. Her heart sank. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed Ms. Keane, biting her thumbnail in hopes that her friend will pick up the phone.

After a couple rings, Joyce answered.

"Hello? Stella?"

"Joyce! The girl's dresses are ready to go! But if they want to make it on time, they need to get here and fast!"

"Got it! I will... Oh! Never mind. They just overheard and are heading over right now. They should be there any minute now. Thanks, Stell! Now John and I need to get ourselves ready. The Mayor and Sarah should be at the Metropolitan now to get the finishing touches for the event done and started."

"Alright. I think I hear them at the door now. Thanks, and they'll see you both soon!"

Bidding their goodbyes, Stella hung up and rushed to the door. She opened it and smiled widely. "Come on in, girls! You'll be in for a surprise for what I got fixed for you all!"

The girls smiled with overbrimming confidence and quickly stepped into the shoppe of their personal seamstress to get ready for the night ahead of them.