Ironically it's the same song...Huh. Anyway, I'll wait until another one. There!

"Reluctantly crouched at the starting line...churning and burning they yearn for the cup."

Figure it out and I'll take one request XD

Current Date: May 24

Powerpuff Girls Age: 18

"Wake up!"

Blossom, the dedicated early bird of the group, flung off the only fabric protecting her sister from the evil morning world. She smiled and flung open the circular window's curtains, light pouring in like melted silver.

"Come on, big day today. It is ANOTHER day." Blossom smiled to herself, seemingly proud of her statement. The figure still curled into the mattress only growled, groping around the bed for her veil of orange. With no fruit to bare, she flung her face deeper into the pillow and sighed. Blossom swarmed the side of the bed, tapping her sister's back.

"Come on, get up, you'll feel better if you do."

White ruffled hair and rumpled clothes was usually the only calm state this girl knew, so Blossom tried to wake her up early to prevent it. Cruel? Nah. Blossom grabbed her shoulders and shook.

"Director's cut two, take five million and three, come on Bizarre, get up. It was Bubble's day to make breakfast. I got the oh so fun of getting you up, make my job easier please?" Blossom swiped her tangerine hued hair over her shoulder so it wouldn't bother sleeping monstrosity, it had grown to swipe the floor in great gusts. Bizarre supported herself by arms and glared evilly at Blossom, who only smiled, used to 'the demon look', then Bizarre flung herself back down and Blossom shook her head.

"Oh no you don't! Come on, get some decent clothes on and let's go."

Growl.

"Back at you. Get dressed, we're lucky to have our last few weeks up at school."

Growl.

"Bizarre. Come on."

Growl.

"I don't speak growl!"

Back down stairs it was the semi-picture of a normal family. Bubbles was happily slapping down eggs on plates while Buttercup sat them on the dinner table. The Professor was reading his daily newspaper, pipe in one hand. The Powerpuff Girls had grown yes, the Professor never tried to create immortal youth ever since the entire town was turned into bubbling infants. No one wanted that repeated. The girls even found themselves blossoming in their own ways.

Buttercup was on borderline complete boy-chic, with a short bob-cut with no face make-up. She wore only what was comfortable, normally green, and would rather wear fish bones than jewelry. Bubbles was born cute, and grew cute. With her signature pigtails growing to her hips, usually gossiping about latest fashions, but never obsessing over them.

Blossom stayed classic, with respectable clothes and never able to give up her heart pin, only now it stayed tucked in a desk drawer. Bizarre, the last to be excepted into the hero group, gelled her usually messy hair back, now longer then her chin. Wore baggy, unexciting clothes and was the only one in the group, besides Blossom, to sometimes wear glasses.

The Professor had never expected another member, so the block house was expanded quite some time ago, while the girls were starting to grow to want their own space. Bubbles got the original room since she was the only one who didn't get involved in any rough-housing over it. Buttercup got a slightly smaller room built beside it, Blossom the right, and half the basement was turned unto a living space for Bizarre. It was actually quite funny looking, it was half lab, half teenage girl driven to the sports team.

"Help! I've been kidnapped! Save me sandman!"

Blossom looked partially beaten, dragging her still unkempt undressed sister by her heels down the stairs. Bizarre was grabbing on to the railing in retaliation. The Professor only smiled, while Bubbles giggled. The duo reached the bottom of the stairs, Blossom finally releasing her grip on Bizarre.

"No, please, eat and then-" A flash of orange and Blossom's nostrils flared.

"Bizarre!" A flash of pink, then a blend of reddish orange swooping back, and suddenly Bizarre is being duck tapped to the dinning room table chair. With a satisfied smirk and a twirl of duck tape around her finger, Blossom vacated her seat with an air of mocking elegance. Another note, due to pressure of being different from peers, the Professor finally agreed to shape them some sort of prosthetic resembling a hand, which moved smoothly, but the girls couldn't feel much feeling but pressure. Grateful though, they blended into the numbering crowd of classmates flawlessly, and couldn't be happier. Bizarre huffed a stray hair out of her dark eyes and glowered at her smiling eggs and bacon with a cheese triangular nose. Only Bubbles.

Buttercup complained something about how playing with a bunch of wusses wasn't worth the detentions.

"I'm telling ya', if they're gonna let people play sports, they should let them PLAY SPORTS. Not allow sissified frou-frou-ers around like it's a kindergarten play ground. Ugh, makes the sport lame." Buttercup stabbed angrily at her eggs and let the yolk run like water over the white. The Professor seemed disproving about the insulting, with the frowns donning his fore-head, but only returned to his reading. Bizarre, still hog-tied to the back of the chair, leaned over trying to salvage her bacon strip with her teeth, but winced when her teeth scraped over the plate. Bizarre then cupped her mouth over the bacon and tried to vacuum it up, grinning triumphantly when the strip was snagged between her teeth. The group watched the humorously pathetic display and the Professor looked expectantly at Blossom.

"Blossom."

"Yes, Professor." Blossom reluctantly abandoned her breakfast and lased off the duck tape with expected accuracy.

"I'm free!" Bizarre scarfed down the rest of the meal, and flew off into the basement.

"Free to put some clothes on!" Blossom yelled.

She noticed the looks her prized family were giving,"What?"

Buttercup snickered," Nothing Blos'"

"Not my name!"

All movement seized to stop when the tell-tale beeping of a smiling telephone's clown nose began, Blossom was first to react.

"Hello? Yes, Mayor?"

Blossom could almost feel everyone's curious ears nudging her in the back.

"Uh, yes Blossom?" Came the high pitched nasal voice.

"Yes Mayor? Don't tell me it's the Gangrene Gang again."

"Oh, no, actually I came to say since your crimes have been down, we the whole town are giving the villains a vacation!"

Blossom only gaped at the phone. Until.

"What? Oh hi Ms. Bellum. A pickle? Where? Outside? Okay!"

There was something Blossom could only describe as pickle chanting, then heels clicking.

"Sorry girls, what the Mayor was trying to say is,"

There came a few ah's and oh's from Blossom, while Buttercup exchanged looks with Bubbles, who exchanged looks with the Professor, who almost exchanged looks with his still uneaten smiling breakfast. Blossom then hung up the phone hesitantly, which only added to the tension. Blossom didn't reveal anything by facial expression, but then said,

"We need the whole family here, Buttercup, get Bizarre."

Usually Buttercup would nag at any sort of minor responsibility, but followed her team's leader and rushed to retrieve Bizarre. Who came out mumbling and with still un-fit for outside world clothes. Blossom would scold her later, this was of up-most importance. The family was all gathered at the table, the Professor's newspaper forgotten and crumpled on his lap, Bubbles twiddling hair ends, Buttercup with crossed arms. This was a meeting if anything, Blossom looked solemn.

"Now girls, Professor, I'm not sure how to say this. So I'll say it bluntly."

A pin could be heard hitting the floor, but suddenly grim seriousness turned to confusion as Blossom's smile fostered and shot ear to ears (theoretically speaking),

"Pack your things girls, we're heading to Tokyo!"

"Eh?!"

Nudge in Bizarre's side,

"Ow, hey-oh. Uh, gasp!"

And so, the real story begins, and LOL, I said she lives in the basements, but somehow they're coming from down stairs, please dismiss this mishap, won't happen again XD

Labeled Fragile.

If I went' to an delivery service, it's like they sniff me out. If I order something ordinary, it comes in peat-nick condition, not a scratch, but if I order if fragile, it's like some guy yells

"Hey! We got one! Gently treat it with a bat!"

And beats it. :(