Title(s): One Day...
Pairing: RrB/PpG
Rating: PG
Parts: Two of Three
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine nor has been, ever.
Summary: A day in the life of... um. Well.
Notes: Throwing a bunch of old stuff from the past couple of years on . For JojoDancer's, dee lirious', and TheNotebookUndertheBed's birthdays, back in 2008. Un-beta'd.

One Day
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One Day, Bubbles Fancies Boomer a Dog.

"Look what I found!" Bubbles shrieked giddily, dragging a choking Boomer into the house. "The cutest puppy-wuppy in the whole wide world!"

Blossom, Buttercup, and the Professor stared. Boomer gagged, desperate for air.

"Isn't he adorable?" Bubbles held him up for inspection, and her family backed away as Boomer gasped.

"I'm not a dog!" he wheezed.

"That is not a dog," her family said in one voice.

"Bubbles…" the Professor started—

Her face fell.

"Did you just wake up stupider today?" Buttercup asked dryly, eyes on Boomer as he tried to bodily drag himself out the door. Bubbles was remarkably resilient for a pouting girl.

"No more than usual," she said petulantly, arms wound tight around Boomer's waist as he dug grooves into the floor.

"What on Earth makes you think he's a dog?" Blossom demanded.

"Well, I know he's a little weird looking—"

"Hey!" Boomer paused in his futile escape efforts to direct a scathing glare at Bubbles.

"But I saw him in the park, and he was just so cute, and there's like no collar or nothing so I thought, 'Oh no, a homeless puppy, and unless I save him and take care of him and love him forever and ever he's gonna die!' So I had to!"

The sane girls and their father exchanged looks. Boomer looked on the verge of tears of surrender.

The Professor finally said, "I need a moment in the kitchen. Do not go anywhere," he said firmly to Bubbles, before leaving the room. The girls heard something uncorking, followed by a lot of chugging.

Blossom shook her head. "Look, Bubbles…"

"Blossom! Look at how precious he is—"

"No. You cannot keep him," Blossom said sharply.

Bubbles wibbled. "But I swear I'll take care of him! I'll take him on walks and I'll bathe him—"

Boomer's eyes went wide while Blossom and Buttercup shrieked, "Absolutely not!"

"—And I won't let him run around in the house, I can keep him in my room—"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" The Professor bellowed, suddenly appearing in the kitchen door.

"But I love him!" Bubbles cried, crushing Boomer's face to her chest.

A frightening chill descended upon them as Blossom, Buttercup, and the Professor gaped and screamed at a pitch no human could hear.

Boomer, whose face was a furious blush now, considered his current state.

"Um. Woof."

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