The warmth in little blanket Part 4
The blue puff noticed herself in the clear river water. She was a wreck.
She took at little bath and used a pinecone on her not-so-mucky blonde hair.
Better.
Her stomach the informed her she required some eats. The young girl looked around, and settled on some blue berries. Nothing like that taste.
She then took her little blanket and wrapped up in it. It was soft and warm. It reminded her of her faithful sister, Blossom.
But, reminding herself her and Buttercup were gone, the young kid lay on her sack and looked at the clear blue sky. Chilly clouds drifted by.
Bubbles wrapped up tighter and tried to stay warm. She didn't like the darkness within that bag, but went in, cold.
She noticed a small white snowflake fall beside her foot. She whimpered and moaned as the snow fell.
How she longed for her sweet, loving, and warm sisters.
Buttercup sat up, slightly cold. The snow was covering her and her bed. Groaning, she pushed off the stump and started a roaring fire.
The cold froze the flames quickly.
He just HAD to leave us in the winter? Buttercup thought. She had to figure out how to stay warm.
Just then, a yellow streak zipped by her. Looking around wildly, the green puff saw nothing.
The yellow streak zipped by again, then it landed on her head.
It was the girls' squirrel crime-fighting buddy, Bullet.
He squeaked to her, and took off. He looked back and chatted. Buttercup followed, confused.
Bubbles could talk to animals, but she certainly could not. Bullet led her to a tree, where he revealed a cozy hole in the tree.
Inside was a fire, nuts, fruit, and a old blanket.
Bullet ushered the puff in as he closed the door. Buttercup lay near the fire. It felt good to be warm .
The animal draped the blanket over his guest.
Her eye- lids felt heavier. Bullet handed her a apple. After chewing it down, Buttercup rubbed Bullet in love, and fell asleep.
The young male squirrel curled up on her back and relaxed.
Meanwhile... Blossom opened one pink eye. Snow.
The girl shivered in the cold. She needed a fire, but the winds would freeze it.
After thinking a bit, she had it.
She used her eye-beams to cut down a wide tree. She shaped it into a igloo shape.
The wood was dry and sturdy inside and out.
The snow quickly covered the top.
Using a dress, Blossom made a sort of door and moved her stuff inside.
She started a sturdy fire inside her little home.
She was very warm and toasty Laying near her fire, she thought about Professor. What the heck happened? He loved her very much, but really hurt her and her sisters out of nowhere.
The pink puff was now deep in thought.
She decided some villain must have made him evil. But who?
She yawned, and decided to figure it out later. Those two bright eyes shut.
Professor was asleep, recovering from his black eyes finally opened.
He was still sore, but smiled. He had gotten rid of those puffs, and Mojo would be pleased. You see, the two were best friends.
The evil monkey had been taking over the world. The people were now slaves. They all longed for their hero's.
All the other villains bowed in respect and were soon butlers for Mojo.
P. E informed his pal of his healing, and Mojo called him to town square. All gathered around him.
" This, pathetic people, is your prince!" Mojo announced, pointing at his smart friend. " Prince!" the man yelled, turning to look at Mojo.
His eyes were red and shown with anger.
" Well, uh, uh, uh..." Mojo stammered. " I got rid of those brats! I deserve to be king!" Professor yelled in rage.
" I turned you this way!" Mojo shot back. Professor was boiling.
" Alright! I'll just them and prove I need to be king," he snapped, heading for his evil lab. " I bet I can get them before you," Mojo challenged.
" Okay. Whoever destroys them first is king. Loser is slave," Professor added, holding out a scared and bloody hand.
" Deal," Mojo smirked, shaking his hand.
The monkey was shocked suddenly. " Ha, ha! The old joy buzzer!" P. E laughed at a charred Mojo.
" Curses," the monkey man muttered.
It was on, so beware, girls! Beware!