The Powerpuff Girls: PSHAW! or Powerpuff School Hijinks And Wackiness

A Powerpuff Girls fanfiction by Andrew J. Talon With contributions from Scriviner, Ryuugi, Fanboyimus Prime and others

DISCLAIMER: This is a non profit fan based work of prose. The Powerpuff Girls are the property of Cartoon Network. No copyright infringement is intended, please support the official release.

The city of Townsville... Which is experiencing a moment of peace in between various story arcs and supervillain attacks. And thanks to this, the Powerpuff Girls are trying to earn a bit of extra pocket money at a job fair. As well as look at their prospects for a future career!

"Hmm... Air Force, huh?" Buttercup said, scratching her chin. "I admit, I do love fighter jets."

"Yeah, but exactly what point would it serve? I mean, we can already fly," Blossom pointed out.

Buttercup snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I could just train them how to fight superhumans."

"Teaching? You?" Blossom asked, snickering. Buttercup scowled deeper, never minding the increasingly awkward looking Air Force officer behind the desk.

"What? I'd be a great teacher!"

"Yeah, mainly in destruction," Blossom snickered. Buttercup shook her head, and floated on to another table. Blossom snickered a bit, before turning towards another table... And seeing Bubbles glaring at her. "Eh?!"

"Blossom, that wasn't very nice," Bubbles said seriously. "I-I mean... Why did you do that?"

"It was revenge for how she treated me at the lawyer's table," Blossom said. Bubbles blinked.

"Eh? I didn't see that."

"It was while you were off cuddling those stuffed animals from the hospital table," Blossom said dryly.

Five minutes ago...

"A civil rights lawyer? I'd love to be that!" Blossom said cheerfully, her hands on the table. The lawyer beamed back at her.

"Having you on our team would be a great boon to underrepresented minorities!" She said eagerly.

"And also agitators who just want to extract a lot of money out of corporations and innocent people, too," Buttercup said cheerfully. "Like this last job you guys did!" She held up a cellphone, showing a news story.

The lawyer coughed. "Legally, that is just an opinion..."

"Yes, a legal opinion," Buttercup said. Blossom scowled at her sister, and back at the lawyer. Her heart rate gave away her nervousness.

"Oh dear... I knew I forgot something," she muttered. She rummaged in her briefcase, and pulled out a sign. She smiled. "There we go!"

"'Please no cellphones?'" Blossom asked in a deadpan tone. The lawyer shrugged.

"You gotta pay attention to the details to make it in this business!"

"Yeah, but I think she was just trying to help," Bubbles said. Blossom shook her head.

"Same thing with me... No offense to our brave service men and women, but in the military she might be put into a difficult position," Blossom said. "I mean, between her country and the right thing. What if she's made a soulless instrument of foreign policy by a corrupt, evil president? Or forced by a corrupt superior officer?"

"I am right here," the officer said, raising an eyebrow. Blossom flushed.

"Sorry," she said. Blossom floated off with Bubbles, looking around the job fair. Teenagers wandered about, talking to recruiters or just enjoying the free food. Everyone was so hopeful, so happy about their prospects. Or indifferent. Blossom bit her lower lip, and sighed.

"Bubbles, what about you? What jobs have you looked at?" Blossom asked. Bubbles smiled.

"Oh, nursing and veterinarian offices! It all looks so wonderful, helping animals out and all..."

"It sounds great," Blossom said with a cheerful smile. "I'm glad you're so happy..."

"Yeah, but what about you?" Bubbles asked. "I mean, Buttercup's not happy about this at all. And you... You're kind of doing the 'forced happiness' thing."

"Am not," Blossom snorted. "I'm very interested in seeing the possibilities of employment!"

She looked around, and sighed. "I guess..." She crossed her arms. "It feels unreal. I mean, getting a job and growing up?" She shook her head. "I just... I guess I can't get my mind around it."

Bubbles smiled, and squeezed her sister's hand. "It's a little scary for me, too," Bubbles admitted. "But hey... We've faced scarier."

"And besides," Buttercup said, floating back. "If all else fails, we can just charge people for our services."

"We tried that with the Mayor before," Blossom pointed out. Buttercup smirked.

"It's not like he's the only Mayor. Besides," and here she turned and floated away, "you've got your sugar daddy Dexter."

"He is NOT my sugar daddy!" Blossom growled, blushing hard. "I'm not going to just mooch off my boyfriend!"

"Isn't that what most superheroes do though? Mooch off their billionaire friends?" Asked Bubbles. "I mean, where does the Justice League get all their money? Bruce Wayne, right?"

"That's different!" Blossom said quickly.

"Yeah," Buttercup said, floating overhead. "Superman's relationship with Bruce Wayne is kept very professional. Not saying you have to have the same kind, though."

"But what about all those fanfics I-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP, the mobile hotline squawked. Blossom sighed in relief, and opened her phone.

"The city is being attacked by a giant monster," Blossom said. "Thank God," she muttered.

"We're gonna tease you about it later though," Buttercup said with a smirk.

"Of course! What are sisters for?" Bubbles asked.

"Let's just go!" Blossom growled, shooting through the ceiling. Her sisters, still giggling, followed.

Huh! Good point about other superheroes. I guess I never thought about it like that.

And so, future careers are considered and rejected, and one young lady realizes her potential for mooching...

Thanks to... THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!

Blossom: I'M NOT MOOCHING OFF MY BOYFRIEND!