V. Music
"Dah da da. La dee da!" Bubbles sang along with the pop music on the CD player. Butch groaned loudly and proceeded to bang his head on the table.
He regretted it a second later when he realized he was bashing his head in time to the beat.
The dark haired boy shuddered before reaching up to tap on the CD player. He tossed the CD over his shoulder before putting in a better choice.
Men screaming incoherently filled the Utonium kitchen.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"BUTCH!" The blonde screeched. "This music is horrible! How can you listen to it?"
"How can you listen to puke-y girls singing about how they hate boys over and over and over again? Do they sing more than one line… ever?" He replied as he rapidly tapped his fingers against the counter.
Bubbles bit her lip before yelling back. "Of course they do!"
She stopped the music and set the disc on the counter. Butch grabbed her hand.
"Ow! You're hurting me!"
"Put the music back on!"
"No! We're listening to my choice! It's MY day!" She whined.
He scoffed. "Doesn't count, you ended up liking my day and it was horrible to have that bath! You get to listen to my music!"
They continued to bicker before Butch decided to toss her CDs on the ground then put one of his in randomly.
Bubbles furiously grabbed the disc from the player and tossed it in retaliation. Both sets of hands tugged furiously against each other. Butch overpowered Bubbles easily and put another CD in and hit play.
She froze when she heard the lilting melody of a female singer. Her eyes widened. "This is so pretty!"
Butch scrunched his nose at her. "It's not pretty, it's heavy metal music."
Bubbles bounced up and down. "She sounds so pretty!" She hum along.
"Well what do you know?" Buttercup crossed her arms as she watch her sister dance around. "Looks like you two have something in common after all."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Butch wailed as he fell to his knees. This was the worst day of his life.
He had something in common with a Powerpuff. Butch clenched his fists. This will not happen again.