"Buttercup, honey, what on Earth?!"

It was four in the afternoon and the Green Powerpuff Girl was trying to balance several white bottles in her arms as she carried them upstairs

"Sweetie, what are you doing with-"

Buttercup grunted gruffly, interrupting the Professor, who was staring at his daughter like she'd grown another head, flabbergasted.

"Buttercup, in the very least, those things are very harmful to you! Where are you going with bottles of an-"

"Upstairs," the Puff grunted, "And don't worry. I ain't harming anyone. At least, not too much. I just...need to create a plan."

"P-plan?! What plan?" the Professor sputtered as he looked at his daughter, "What sort of plan could possibly involve-"

"Professor."

The man sighed.

"I know what I'm doing. Just trust me. And relax," Buttercup rolled her eyes.

The Professor flinched. "Well, whatever you're doing, at least be careful of yourself. You know very well how dangerous-"

"Yes, yes, Prof, I know," Buttercup droned, "Be utmost careful whilst handling such a substance because it has great potential to do you harm," she recited, rolling her eyes, "I know."

And then the Puff floated up the stairs to her room, leaving her bewildered father-figure to himself.

"Wha- Hey! Whoa!" Blossom cried as her tomboy sister grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from her desk where she had been working, "Buttercup, what?" she demanded, "What gives? What are you- Watch the hair!"

"Sorry," the raven-haired girl only grunted as she all but shoved her sister through her bedroom door. Bubbles was already there, sitting on the bed, looking just as puzzled as she looked at Blossom.

"She got you, too, huh," she murmured.

"Oof!" the Pink Puff cried as the green-eyed girl closed the door shut behind her and put her hands on her hips. Blossom gave her an irritated look before joining the blonde on the bed with a huff.

"Now," Buttercup began, clearing her throat as she finally spoke, "Since we're all finally here, first order of business."

"Business?" Blossom asked, huffing as she crossed her arms in front of her.

"Business," Buttercup clarified, "I am getting back at that god-awful idiot Rowdyruff boy and the both of you are going to help me."

"Excuse me?" said Blossom.

"-ahem- What?" said Bubbles.

"You are going to help me get back at Butch for all his lameass pranks," Buttercup repeated slowly as if talking to a child, before straightening, "You were right, Bloss. This is ridiculous. So it's time to plan."

"Wh- plan?" Blossom asked.

"And why us?" Bubbles squeaked.

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Well, you two are my sisters. And-"

"That doesn't mean we also need to get roped into troublemaking with you and suffer the consequences!" Blossom sputtered, interrupting.

"-AND," Buttercup ignored, continuing, "Quoting you, Bubbles, it's always family first, right? From January to December. So you're gonna side with me, won't you?"

"We're not siding with anyone!" said Bubbles.

"As I said previously, that is no reason to partake in your shenanigans and get into trouble," Blossom huffed.

Buttercup sighed.

"Alas, I had a feeling it would be this way," she murmured to herself, before turning to her sisters, "You see, dear sister, choosing to adamantly ignore your own kith and kin's problems here comes with a price to pay."

Blossom and Bubbles shared looks.

"What...price?" Bubbles finally asked suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes. Buttercup finally allowed a hint of her evil smirk on her face.

"How's about I tell you that I no longer want to keep your –oh, what did you call it again, Blossom? Oh yes, your little boy problem a secret because oh, I dunno...Brick has been quite interested as of late as to why you're acting the way you are all squirmish and flustery around him and let's say he's offered me, well, quite a nice bargain on my end to find out, seeing as we're sisters and all, so..." the Puff trailed.

Blossom blanched.

"...why not?" Buttercup finished with an evil sneer.

The Pink Puff scowled and muttered something unintelligible under her breath.

Buttercup smirked.

Then she turned to Bubbles, who paled before she even opened her mouth.

"So what'll it be, Girls?" Buttercup cackled, "You in...or not?"

Blossom flashed her a dirty look. "It's not like you're giving us a choice," she muttered.

Buttercup smirked further. "I'm very much giving you a choice, sister dear. Simply in or not?" she smiled smugly, "Your secret...or your sister?

"You know, blackmail is illegal," Blossom finally muttered as her face contorted to that of submission, giving in.

Buttercup grinned wildly and chose to ignore the comment. "Goodie! Now," she started, turning to the squirming blonde, "For you, my dear little sister-"

"I don't wanna hear it!" Bubbles quickly cried, "Just, I just, I'll do it, okay? You don't, I don't want to hear it! You've already roped Blossom; It won't matter what I do anyway!"

Buttercup smirked at her, then flashed the two girls a big smile. "Good. Just wonderful, even!" she oozed in a sickeningly sweet voice, turning to her elder sister, "You see how easy things are when you just cooperate?"

"Cooperate, my ass," Blossom muttered, letting a swear out as she rolled her eyes and looked away, "This is called blackmail."

Buttercup clapped her hands before clasping them together and flashing them all another sugary sweet smile.

"I'm so glad we're all on the same page," she said cheerfully, ignoring Blossom's grumbles, "Now, that being settled with and out of the way, It's time for phase two of today's meeting of sorts."

"Ph-phase two?" Bubbles squeaked.

Buttercup nodded solemnly.

"Phase two," she repeated, "Now we plan. And now that I've got my wonderful elder sister's truly astounding intellectuality on my side and my sweet little sister rooting for me on the other, it's time we start."

Blossom groaned as Buttercup finally dropped her sweet façade and cackled.

"Let the games begin."