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 Narrator's Voice is in Italics! Just so you know! And no, I'm not out to steal any princesses. Geez, you can only make so many actor's allusions at a time you know!
This one written by scriviner and Harry Leferts.
The city of Townsville! But enough about that! Once again we're back in the home of the Powerpuff girls, as Professor Utonium bonds with his potential future son in law, Dexter, over his giant robot!
"The design is rather... blocky, isn't it?" The Professor asked, looking up at the giant mecha. Dexter had brought it over to tool around in the hangar facility Professor Utonium had used for the Powerpuff DYNAMO.
Dexter replied proudly, "These are the lines of a true classic! Besides, it is less prone to breaking down when you stick with good old fashioned Platonic solids and obviously there is less stress on the components..."
The Professor looked thoughtful then asked, "You make some excellent points. Although shouldn't you add a bit more angling here to provide some degree of deflection on the armor? Or even aerodynamics?"
Dexter gave a hearty laugh then added, "I laugh in the face of gravity!"
The Professor clapped him on the shoulder and replied stoutly, "Your refutation of the laws of nature are heartening, young man!"
"Thank you, sir."
Meanwhile in the kitchen, watching this bit of SCIENTIFIC bonding occur in the back yard were Blossom and Buttercup. Blossom fussed in annoyance at the high-necked, long-sleeved blouse she was wearing.
Buttercup smirked around her soda and pointed out, "Look on the bright side. At least we know they get along."
"A little too well." Blossom grumbled, rubbing at the marks on the side of her neck that were hidden by her blouse irritatedly. "I swear I think the Professor is trying to steal my boyfriend half the time."
Outside the two lab-coated scientists shared a hearty evil laugh together.
Blossom covered her face in her hands. "I don't know what I'm going to do!"
"You know the only reason he can get along with your boyfriend at all is because he has to kind of ignore the fact that you and good ole' Dex out there are getting freaky together." Buttercup said, continuing to smirk.
"We are not getting 'freaky'." Blossom growled indignantly.
Buttercup merely laughed in the face of sister's defensiveness.
Blossom looked up sharply, "That's it."
"What's it?" Buttercup asked, frowning.
"I know how to break up the Professor and Dexter!" Blossom said brightly. She shucked off her blouse to reveal a scoop-necked, short-sleeved T-shirt underneath. One that spectacularly failed to hide the marks across her neck and partway down her chest. "Wait... here he comes. Play along."
"Play along with what?" Buttercup asked, still not sure what was going on.
The Professor stepped in with a smile and a wave. "Hello, girls! Dexter and I were just going to get some work done on his mech! It's an amazing piece of work! I just needed to get a bee- what happened Blossom?" He stared.
"Oh? Um... nothing, Professor," Blossom said in a tone of voice guaranteed to elicit even more questions.
"Where did you get all those bruises?" He asked in concern, noting the dark marks on her body.
Blossom blushed, "Oh, those aren't really bruises professor."
"They certainly look like bruises," The Professor said slowly.
She shook her head, turning on the puppy dog eyes and playing up the 'I am a cute and helpless girl' look that the Professor knew to be a lie, but couldn't help but respond to.
"Blossom... how can you bruise?" The Professor asked slowly.
She smiled and replied distractedly, "Mmm? Oh, well it turns out when I let someone get... really close? And I feel really safe? My invulnerability lets someone..."
"Someone?"
Blossom blushed once more and Buttercup had to wonder if her sister could teach her the skill to blush on command. "Dexter. I mean. He can bypass my invulnerability."
"He can?!" The Professor sputtered.
Blossom covered her face in her hands and added, "He can touch me like I'm a normal girl."
The Professor twitched and steam seemed to rise from his rapidly coloring face.
Blossom continued, "Mm-hmm... so he left all of these hickeys all over the place..." She brushed her fingers across her collarbone where more bruises lay.
The Professor twitched all the harder.
Blossom ran a hand across the top of her chest where a scattering of the little discolored spots were, "I mean they're everywhere..."
The Professor, grabbed hold of a frying pan from the sink and screamed "DEXTER!" then ran out.
Buttercup stared, "... didn't you get those bruises fighting that alien octopus thing yesterday?"
"Mm-hmm." Blossom grinned.
"You're evil." Buttercup said as a full blown war erupted in the back yard.
"Am not!" Blossom insisted.
"You just totally lied to the Professor and handily manipulated him into trying to murder your boyfriend!" Buttercup sputtered.
"Oh, they'll get over it. It's not like I lied about anything." Blossom said airily, as she watched the fight begin to tear up the back yard.
"Wait... so you CAN let someone bypass your invulnerability to leave hickeys on you?" Buttercup asked, now intrigued.
"Oh, yes." Blossom said with a wicked smile before she caught herself and replied innocently, "I mean... I wouldn't know anything about that."
"Okay, now you GOTTA tell me!"
"I learned about it from Bubbles actually." Blossom said with an innocent grin. "You notice how she keeps wearing the high-necked shirts all the time now?"
Buttercup snarled in frustration.
Outside the Professor's screams of "DIE MOLESTOR!" were reaching a fever pitch.
Mac slowly leaned back into the high backed leather chair that he had claimed as his at Fosters as he gently blew on his tea. "Now then, we have finally gotten the whole story. Professor?" He looked up from where he was seated. "I know that you like Dexter as a fellow scientist and about the only one who can follow you. But you must realize that he's also in a relationship with Blossom and so you can't be taking up all his time... no matter if it has the benefit of cutting into his time with your daughter."
Hanging his head, the Professor slowly nodded. "I understand."
The young caretaker nodded. "Good." He then looked at Dexter. "Now, Dexter, I realize that being able to talk to the Professor is a great thing for you. He is a role model of yours after all." Both scientists rubbed the back of their necks. "But, you can't ignore Blossom. She is your girlfriend and should be paid attention to."
Dexter looked down at his folded his hands. "Yes, looking back on it, I should have paid more attention to her."
Mac nodded. "Exactly." He then gave them both a glare that caused them to gulp while he sipped his tea. "Now, apologize to each other."
The Professor sniffled a bit. "I... I'M SO SORRY SCIENCE BUDDY!"
The boy genius teared up. "SO AM I SCIENCE FRIEND!"
Mac just ignored the two as they tearfully hugged each other before he turned to the tied up Blossom and Buttercup. "Now then, for you two."
Buttercup struggled some before she looked at the rope in amazement. "What the hell is this stuff?!"
The caretaker just smirked. "It's made from Imaginarium strands which can be gathered around babies while their imagining things. They're created before an imaginary friend is." He waved a hand around. "We use them here to tie up some of our more powerful... issues." Mac then leaned back as if he didn't notice Dexter look at him speculatively. "And before you asked, you're guilty by association as you didn't let the Professor know about the truth."
The green clothed Powerpuff winced as the Professor turned to her and nodded seriously. "He's right Buttercup. I am very disappointed in you both."
As Bubbles bounced in with a plate of cookies, while avoiding the pink pony trying to get some, Blossom hung her head and groaned. "I do not believe this..."
And so the day, was saved (along with much counselling) thanks to... Mac Kazoo!