Authoress's Notes: I offer my deepest apologies for taking six months to update. I promise you all, I will finish this story. Unfortunately, I must admit that I will not be able to keep to a certain schedule. It really hurts that I know I can't write so quickly, but I am extremely over-exerting myself with activities this spring. Just remember, I will finish.
I'd like to thank the people who have waited so patiently for this chapter, and those who are still willing to read it. Hopefully it comforts you to know that this chapter is 1500 words longer than my last chapter. Which, by the way, you should probably reread to refresh your memories. Anyway, please enjoy!
The Professor's lab was quiet and dark, especially as the light from the Powerpuff Girls' exit streaks easily disappeared.
Birch mentally counted to five before rounding on Brie with questions. "Why didn't you tell them the truth? And sisters? How're we gonna pull that off?"
"Yeah! What if they find out and we get in big trouble? Then they'll be really upset and they might not help us and they won't trust us and my mommy already likes me and I don't wanna get in trouble and we'll be stuck here forever!" Bell added, her tone quickly climbing from a whine to a high-pitched wail.
Birch covered her ears and scowled, "Cut the dramatics, will you, Bell?"
Brie glared shortly at Birch before looking Bell in the eyes, trying to calm her by saying, "Bell, please calm down. That will not happen to us. We won't get in trouble, they will like us, and they will help us. We're going home, okay? Trust me!"
Bell nodded, but it took her some time to quiet her sobs. Brie turned to Birch and answered, "We can't let them know we're their children. Our arrival to this time period might have already altered our future, and we do not want to inflict any more damage. We shouldn't give away any information about their futures. We'll simply tell them we're sisters and descendents of theirs."
Birch raised her eyebrow and sarcastically countered, "And hide our powers, which'll be nearly impossible. How can we be their descendants and not have powers? Don't you think they'll figure out we're lying even if one of us manages to cross a room without touching the floor?"
"We still need to try taking precautions," argued Brie. "We need to fly under the radar and hide our relationships to them from them."
"But-" Birch began to protest again.
"I thought you said we weren't supposed to use our powers," Bell opposed.
Brie faltered at Bell's simplicity. "Uh, no, Bell, that expression means we aren't supposed to. I mean, yes, don't use your powers."
"What? Then why does it say fly? It doesn't make sense."
"Just forget it!" Birch interrupted. "Let's follow them. I heard our dads were here!"
"Birch, we can't just go up there! Remember what I said about- Birch! Get back here! Listen to me! Oh, there she goes!"
"Uh-oh. This could definitely get us in trouble."
"That's right. We need to bring her back." With that, Brie pulled Bell up the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could.
In the two seconds it took Bubbles to catch up with her sisters, her mind thought about the new girls. She knew she could trust them. Or at least, she trusted the blonde child. When Bubbles walked up to her and looked at her, she just knew it. The girl looked so cute in her blue-checkered, ruffled spring dress. Her blue eyes looked so bright, so youthful, so innocent, so… familiar. She didn't have much time to think about it as she landed next to Blossom, who was already interrogating the Boys' appearances.
"What do you want, Brick?" Blossom fiercely questioned.
"Chill, babe, we only want to party. Actually, us Boys were really hurt that we weren't invited," Brick coolly answered, ignoring her severe tone.
"Well, this party isn't for losers," Buttercup spat out from Blossom's left.
Butch snickered, "Then why are you three hosting it?"
Brick gave an appreciative chuckle. Boomer full out laughed, but silenced when he caught the look on Bubbles's face.
Blossom saw this. She had decided to keep her eyes on the pair from now on. She'd evaluate their actions, calculate any and all possible outcomes, and advise Bubbles on her options; mainly, it would be in everyone's best interest if they just stayed on separate sides.
"Because as hosts, we have the power to deny you party privileges. Now, we're politely telling you to leave," Blossom pressed onwards.
"Doesn't sound polite," Brick scoffed.
"As superheroes, we have the power to kick you out," Buttercup threatened.
"You might want to save yourselves the humiliation by walking out the door," Blossom finished.
Before Butch could react, Brick replied carefully, "Hey, girls, we're not looking for a victory tonight. We just… want to have fun. We're staying here."
Bubbles took the next opportunity to speak. "Blossom, I think we should let them stay."
"What?" burst Buttercup from Blossom's other side. Blossom arched an eyebrow at Bubbles and gave her a look that dared her explanation be given.
Restraining a blush, Bubbles continued, "If we don't let them stay, this really could turn into a fight, and we don't want to ruin the party for everybody." She gestured at all of the people.
"It's always a fight, and I'm not going to let us stand aside or lose!" argued Buttercup.
Bubbles sighed. True, the Rowdyruff Boys and the Powerpuff Girls were always fighting, no matter what. Yet, it was certainly a miracle they weren't already going at it this very second, physically, at least. She recalled younger times when both teams would battle just because they were in the same town. The fact that all six super-powered teens had been standing in the same living room, a potential battleground, for more than two minutes without even touching each other seemed impossible. It was impressive how time instilled some amount of tolerance in them.
If she had to pick a certain event, Bubbles would say that it started on the third week of middle school, the beginning of sixth grade. The Rowdyruff Boys showed up in their fourth period class, right after lunch, offering no explanations and following no explosions. Before Buttercup could launch an attack, and before Blossom could formally command one, their teacher introduced them as new students. Every single student sat up in attention and shock. 'What was going on?' being the universal question. During the five minutes Mr. Neet used to give make-up work to the boys, classmates spun wild theories about their appearance, and the Powerpuff Girls huddled up.
"I say it's all a trick! They're going to stop faking it any moment and start another fight with us! Let's beat them to the punch!" Buttercup pounded her fist against her other hand in emphasis.
Blossom nodded slowly in agreement. She glanced over at the boys, who were still talking to the teacher. "It's ridiculous how far they're playing it out, though. School could definitely be a new guise of attack, but of all the things they could do, why this?" Her nostrils flared in frustration from the development.
"Simple! They're just trying to throw us off! Now, let's get them before we lose our chance!" Buttercup had already turned around by the last sentence and nearly charged solo, but Bubbles held her back with all her might.
"Wait! We can't fight them now! We're in school!" Bubbles pointed out in her high-pitched voice, incorporating the tone "Duh!". "Can't we just wait until the end of the day? And what if they don't do anything wrong? What if they want to be good?" she argued.
"Bubbles, it's the Rowdyruff Boys. Of course they're here to do something wrong!" Buttercup fought back, tearing free from her grasp.
Suddenly, Mr. Neet's voice recaptured the children's attention. "Quiet, now! We have a lot of work to do today!" And work them he did, straight through the rest of the period.
Blossom dealt the final command. "We'll wait and see. If we catch them doing anything red-handed, well, fine, go ahead, Buttercup."
The Boys hadn't done anything super-villain-y that day, or the next, or the day after. Glares were shot, occasionally paper balls, maybe even spitballs and devilishly nasty pranks, but other than social terrors, the girls couldn't pin any crimes to them. The barely/rarely peaceful co-existence between the two sides in classes eventually carried into high school. And that, Bubbles mused, led right back to the matter at hand.
"Besides," she added to her case, "the Professor doesn't want us to fight at home, remember? How about we just… supervise them?"
Blossom weighed the possibilities. With certain precautions, the night could continue on, maybe in their favor. Only grudgingly did Buttercup growl agreement, and only because of the Professor. And the living room couch. She liked that old, red couch. She didn't want to see it burned to ashes or shoved up somebody's ass.
The three nodded together and turned to deliver the news to the Boys only to find an empty gap between crowds of people, who seemed to have relaxed. Somewhat.
Blossom practically sweat-dropped. Bubbles sighed softly, as opposed to Buttercup's swear. Quickly scanning the vicinity, they sighted Brick lounging on said couch, Boomer at the appetizer table, and Butch's exit to the backyard.
"All right, ladies, they've split up, so we will, too. Buttercup, you watch Boomer. Bubbles, take Brick. I'll find Butch," directed Blossom. Sure, they all wouldn't be levelly matched, but that wasn't the prime concern. She was surprised to find that only Bubbles was listening, but not surprised that she was frowning. Buttercup had walked to the back door, ironically muttering about giving someone "a piece of my mind, walking out in the middle of a conversation."
"Buttercup! Come back here!" Blossom shouted futilely. Her orders had two motives to them. The first was the obvious need to separate Boomer and Bubbles for the time being. The second was to keep Buttercup's temper down, of which any chance was eliminated if she "monitored" Butch.
Turning back around, Bubbles remarked, "Okay, then. I guess I get to watch Boomer!"
Blossom gave her a hard, critical look. "Right… We will definitely be talking later. Now, go watch Brick!"
"Oh, fine." With that, Bubbles jumped into the conversation with some of her cheer-mates, conveniently a few yards from Brick. Blossom aimed to catch Buttercup, but person after person started a conversation with her.
Birch slinked through the masses, using the shadows and her size as a formidable advantage. The loud party atmosphere helped to refocus any attention on her, too. She had arrived in time to see Butch walk out the back door and Buttercup start to follow him. Taking their lead, Birch pondered how her parents acted towards each other in this time period. When she came from, their relationship didn't allow for a normal family.
A few minutes later, cheer captain Ashley Cavanaugh suggested getting some punch. Bubbles let the other girls accompany her since she had a regrettable job to do. Buttercup should've had her job. She could handle trouble much better than she could. Maybe. Not. Well, if Blossom would just understand, Boomer and her might've been together right now. They would just blend in with the crowd as two kids making out. She sighed wistfully and looked at Boomer. His mouth was stuffed with mini-wieners, but he caught her eye and waved. His awkward smile made her laugh, and she waved back.
Red eyes rolled at the sight. "Come here, Bubbles."
"Huh?" Bubbles looked for the caller, whipping her hand behind her back. She was surprised to see Brick motioning her over. Cautiously, she approached, "And how may I help you?"
"Have a seat. Let's talk."
"What?" This wasn't Rowdyruff style. The Powerpuff was puzzled.
"Wouldn't it be easier for you to keep an eye on me if you talked directly to me instead of those airheads?"
Bubbles stuttered, "Oh, I-I'm not-"
"Just sit down."
Bubbles sat. She caught Blossom talking to Kelly Cosner, so she couldn't signal for help.
"How are you, Bubbles?" Brick asked nonchalantly.
"I'm… a little queasy. Why?"
"Don't people talk at a party? You and I never ever get to catch up. I'm always beating your sister, and you're… well, what do you do in a battle nowadays?"
"I… fight Boomer?" Bubbles was looking for the right answer. "Yup. I hate him,' she muttered dutifully and nodded blandly.
"I'm sure you do. Your physical spars must have reached a completely new level than the rest of us."
"…Are you-"
"So do you have a boyfriend?"
"What?" 'What?' Bubbles couldn't keep up with his topics and remarks.
"Bubbles, you can't be that stupid. Do – you – have – a – boy – friend?" Brick emphasized each syllable.
She understood that much. Coldly she replied, "No. I don't. You?"
"Nah. No one's worthy of me. Boomer does though."
"What?" Bubbles couldn't help freezing mid-breath. 'Does he know?'
"Boomer. Has a girlfriend."
'He's playing. He doesn't know anything. Don't give him anything,' she thought desperately. She tried to salvage her reaction. "So what?"
Brick continued, "Well, I thought you might know her. Maybe you were talking to her just now. I mean, she's a crybaby, probably the weakest person I've ever seen. Disloyal. Her relationship goes against everything she claims to fight for. And she's stupider than Boomer himself. The poor slut thinks he actually cares about her. Loves her. He's a Rowdyruff. He's just using her. Boomer doesn't think I know about her, but I know all. And he's doing a terribly poor job of keeping his relationship secret, anyway. By sheer luck has no one else noticed, and the whole thing's so disgraceful I wouldn't share details of his situation with anyone." Brick smiled. "Except you. You're his counterpart. I thought it'd be appropriate for you to know, but I'm sure you know who the traitor, I mean girl, is by now."
Bubbles was too astounded. She finally understood the whole conversation, yet she had no idea what to make of it. All she could feel was the sting. "Thank-you, Brick. But I still don't care. I hate him, remember? And I hate you, too!" She glared at him, but the tears in her eyes rendered the effect useless as she stood and walked away.
Brick smirked, and it turned into an evil grin when he saw Blossom before him. So she'd finally noticed his vis-à-vis with poor Bubbles.
"What did you do to her?" Blossom was angry. Of all the stupid things that could make Bubbles cry, Brick wasn't allowed to be one of them.
He turned his playboy attitude on her. "Nothing, babe. Just exchanging remarks with one of the gracious hostesses."
"Your fights are with me, Brick. Leave Bubbles out of this. Now, what are you really doing here?" Brick had stood up during her sentence, his head nearly eight inches higher than hers, but she stood her ground and held his gaze.
"I'm trying to figure out what you're doing. Have you been too busy playing the self-hailing hero to pay attention to your sister, or have you been fooling around with Dorkster over there?" He nodded in the direction of her previous encounter.
Blossom picked up the leads quickly. "Dexter? That's a weak implication to build a case upon. At least mine has strategic value. You could never beat us three. Now you're trying to break us one at a time. You'll fail, however, since I've already impeded your endeavors. How you formulated a plan based on emotion is beyond me, though."
A devilish smile spread across his face once again. "Plenty is beyond you; the fact that I have nothing to do with his actions." Brick traced Blossom's arm. "The assumption that I might not understand how to manipulate feelings." By now, his breath tickled her ear. "And the concept that we will destroy you all." A familiar red piece caught his eye. "Don't worry. I'll bring your laudable form down myself."
Before Blossom could retaliate to his threat, Brick vanished. She'd forgotten how dangerous he really was. Letting them stay was a terrible idea and she knew it. She had made up her mind to trace him and throw him out to rectify the situation, but crowds of kids were swarming towards the back door. A commotion outside built enough attention to attract everybody. Sighing, Blossom deemed restraining Buttercup to be most imperative just then.
"Excuse me, sorry, excuse me," was all Brie could say as she was jostled through the teenage crowd. Her plan was to get Birch and get back to the basement without being seen, but that was completely ruined as soon as they entered the hallway. Underestimated was the rate of movement or all the people, along with the mood lighting and earsplitting noise of the atmosphere. At the foot of the stairs was there a bit or room to stand, so Brie grabbed Bell and stationed themselves there.
"THIS PLACE SEEMS SO MUCH BIGGER! THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE HERE!" Brie was shouting.
"WHAT?" Bell screamed back. Brie's mouth was moving, but the speaker she stood beside drowned everything out.
"I THINK WE SHOULD SPLIT UP!"
"WHAT?" It was like looking at a silent movie character.
"YOU GO UPSTAIRS, AND I'LL CHECK DOWN HERE!"
"WHAT???" But Brie ducked into the kitchen and left Bell all by herself. At least she had pointed up. Bell hurried up the stairs and pretended to look for Birch. She only wanted to return back to the basement. As she walked around less and less people in the area, she noticed a door opened just a crack. Excited that she might have actually done her job, Bell peeked in.
"Hello?"
The room was shadowy, and that nearly frightened Bell enough to go and hide in the time machine. She took time to focus, though, and heard someone crying. Bell's little heart tugged, and she knew she would brave a whole lot more than a gloomy room or Brie's reaction to comfort the person. Besides, a little moonlight streamed through the solitary window on the far side of the room, and Brie would never had to know if Bell worked quickly enough. She timidly walked in, running her fingers along the wall. When her eyes grew used to the dimness, she realized she was in a bedroom. There was a dresser and a desk and a bed. And there was a figure on the bed, sniffling and hiccupping.
"Are you alright?" Bell whispered.
Bubbles started as the question. She wiped her eyes, useless since they were red and puffy, and rolled over. "Who's there?" she asked, then identified the source of the voice. It was the little girl from the basement. "Oh! What are you doing up here? Did anybody see you?" Bubbles scrambled to close the door, shutting out the blaring music and flickering lights of the party.
Bubbles's panicky tone scared Bell. "I'm sorry! Please don't get angry! Birch left and the basement was dark and I heard you crying and I wanted to make you feel better! I'm sorry!"
The child started wailing, so Bubbles promptly scoped her up and sat on her bed, positioning the girl on her lap while she cried against her chest.
"Shh. Shh. It's all right. I'm not angry. Shh. I'm not angry. Just surprised," Bubbles soothed and rubbed her back. After a few seconds, the girl quieted down, so Bubbles asked, "Good girl. So, cutie, what's your name? My name is Bubbles."
"I'm – hiccup – I'm Bell."
"That's a pretty name. I love Beauty and the Beast. It's one of my favorite movies."
Bell smiled. "Mine, too! Except my name doesn't have – hiccup – have an E at the end."
"That's cute, Bell. So, you heard me crying and wanted to make me feel better? It's sweet that you were thinking of me when you were in that basement far down there."
Smiling and then frowning, Bell re-explained, "Well, I heard you crying when I was outside your door. Not in the basement, silly. I would need super-hearing for that. Which I don't have."
"Oh, right. Silly me. But what were you doing outside my door?"
"I was hearing you cry. Why were you crying, Mo- Bubbles?"
Bubbles smiled. She decided to answer since it didn't seem like Bell was trying to turn the questioning away from herself. "Well, a bad guy said some really mean things to me. Now it sounds silly for me to be crying, doesn't it?"
Bell nodded. "Yup. You should just beat the guy up." She nodded again.
Bubbles disapproved, "No, that's not necessary. Yet. Only people actually doing bad things should be punished."
"Did he say bad words and hurt your feelings?"
"Well, yes, but I mean only people committing crimes, like robbing a bank or walking where there's a 'Keep Off the Grass' sign."
Bell thought about it. "I still think someone should hit him."
Bubbles laughed and compromised, "Maybe. And maybe little girls should stay put when they're told to."
Both girls giggled until a scream interrupted.
"Right, so stay put!" Bubbles moved Bell to the bed while she flew out the window.
This wasn't her fault. Butch. He was the one. He pushed the kid and cut in line. For the Professor's food. She couldn't let him get away with that. He couldn't eat the Professor's food. No, wait, the guy. Right. She was doing this for Big Pig. Oops, no, just …what was his name? Wasn't he in her Bio class? Didn't he block the small window and make her feel like she was in prison? Anyway, sure, he'd been hogging all the food, but his being pushed back justified Buttercup's attack. And poor, small Sam, who'd unfortunately been behind the pig, uh, dude when he fell. A quick slam into Butch's gut would surely fix this. Well, it made sense to her. He went right through the fence. Yup. That was good.
"AAAHHH!!!!!" People screamed and dived out of the way as Butch blew past them. The whole back line of fence was obliterated, along with the two tables that had been in the line of fire.
"Are you still hungry, Butch?" Buttercup grabbed some nearby hamburger patties off a plate and flung them at him like Frisbees, but with the force of a flying saucer.
Butch grinned and caught each of them in his mouth like a dog. He psychotically chewed them like a beast, too. "That all you got?"
"I'm just getting started!" Buttercup aggressively chucked buns, chips, corncobs, and even potato salad at him. She progressed down the long buffet table, and robbing a few kids of their dinners, too.
"How come your daddy made all of that food, huh, Buttercup? Did he know your food would suck?" Butch taunted.
She growled and launched the hotdogs from the grill at him, too, but Butch just swallowed the missiles whole.
"BUTTERCUP!!!" Voices yelled simultaneously. Blossom evaded the flying food as she carried bystanders away from the battlefield. Bubbles landed by Buttercup to try and hold her back, securing the struggling girl's arms. The Professor finally noticed all the damage since hiding earlier behind the grill.
Butch went for the kill. "You're going to have to work on your cooking skills. I mean, how else will people be able to recognize you're a girl? Your B-bras don't even look like they're full, B-cup!"
Thankful that most of the house was empty now, Brie continued searching for Birch. 'Something big must be happening outside. I wonder if they've put on fireworks.' As Brie wandered around, she ultimately faced the fact that she would have to venture into the crowds outdoors to find Birch. She'd be found near the action, as always. Making her way though the living room, Brie's peripheral vision spotted an approaching shadow, alerting her to disappear. She whipped her head around and shot to the nearest location.
Brick swore he saw his hat walking around earlier. Or at least, a small red head wearing a copy of his hat. His gut told him to figure out what was going on. The Powerpuffs were not to be trusted. Walking back to the living room, he caught a short-lived, bold flash of pink. Using x-ray vision to see through the couch, he pretended to look at a wall painting. Their was a petite figure crouching, about 3ft 7in. Definitely a, he took a quick focused peek, female. Age 8, possibly 9. Red hair, and his red hat. What was going on? Now it was her turn to stare at him.
Brie waited for the guy to leave, but he was fixed on the painting. To attentive to really care about it. What was he doing? Her pink eyes peeked above the sofa cushions. 'His hat…' Brie took in a sharp breath. 'Dad!'
Trouble was building outside. Brick sensed something pretty big was about to happen. Calling aloud to no one in particular, "I think you better stay hidden a little while longer," before departing himself.
Gasps. Baited breaths. A silence swept over the world at that moment. Lost in shock, Bubbles let Buttercup slip from her grasp.
Livid, she roared, "GRILL IT YOUR-#!&-SELF!" Buttercup lifted the whole grill up and threw it at him.
ZZZZZTTTTT! Blossom reacted quickly enough to eye blast the grill away, but not quickly enough to stop Buttercup from ramming Butch into their house.
PUNCH! "HOW" Left hook! "DARE" Right jab! "YOU!" Uppercut! Butch tried to shake her off, but they just rolled around the living room floor until Buttercup could begin again. "YOU SLIMY" One for the gut! "BSTRD" Jaw again! "OF AN SS!!!"
Butch was black, blue, purple, and yellow. His eyes were swollen, his teeth were missing, and his head was bleeding, but Buttercup would've continued for all her pride and dignity.
Leaning casually on a wall, Brick emerged from the shadows. "Having fun? Honestly, I'm sorry to cut this short, but we Rowdyruffs have finished here. Boomer, grab him already!"
Nodding, Boomer took Butch from Buttercup like a tablecloth from an elegant table setting. Buttercup landed flat on her back and fit in a few more curses as they took off.
Slowly, Blossom and Bubbles's heads floated over her face. Blossom asked if she was all right, and Bubbles offered her hand. Buttercup pulled herself up, taking deep breaths as she brushed dirt off her black jeans. Her neon green tank top practically screamed to be covered up, now, and she unwittingly blushed.
"Yeah. Thanks." Looking around, she noticed an empty, trashed backyard. "Where is everyone?"
"Oh, we shooed them off. The party was dragging, so we just told everyone to go home," Bubbles offered.
Blossom smiled, "That, and we didn't want any lawsuits filed against us."
Buttercup smiled back, "Thanks. And thanks for letting me get some punches in there."
"Oh, no. He deserved it," Bubbles nodded gravely.
"Definitely. But, jeez, Buttercup, you had to destroy our house again?"
The Powerpuff Girls turned their heads toward the scene. A gigantic chunk of cement, brick, and wood was missing from one of the living room walls. Pale rubble and dust clogged the once magenta carpet. At least the couch was whole. The same couldn't be said for the coffee table.
"Well, we certainly have a new family project," the Professor interjected from behind them. The girls looked up at him, tired and frowning. He caved at their faces and put his arms around their shoulders. "But, I guess most of it'll have to wait for tomorrow. After all, you kids need your sleep after such an exciting night."
Bubbles and Blossom grinned, and Buttercup sheepishly followed suit. The happy moment broke when the little red head from earlier coughed from behind the couch.
"Ahem, ahem! Wow, that's a lot of dirt in the air." Brie noticed the new company. "Oh, hi! Um, I was just…"
"Hiding? Lost? Rigging the house with bombs?" Birch sarcastically remarked. She was standing by the hole in the wall, inspecting the damage. "Did a number on this wall, didn't you?" She smirked.
"No! I was looking for you! You were supposed to stay in the basement!" Brie adamantly refuted.
"So were you!"
"Well, we just had to get you back!"
From upstairs, a tinkling voice called, "Birch! There you are! We were looking all over for you!" Bell seemed to float down the stairs. Brie made a neck cutting motion to signal her stop. Bell's eyes widened upon receiving the message and she promptly thudded on the steps. Bubbles, what couldn't see what happened, mistook the sound for a fall and rushed to her side.
"Oh! Are you okay, sweetie?" she gushed.
"Yup! I'm fine, Mo-Bubbles!"
Brie shook her head, and Birch snorted. Bell shouldn't be allowed to talk without censors.
Blossom and Buttercup shared an exasperated look. On top of school, heroism, reputations, and their part time carpentry contracts, they had to deal with these girls? Blossom took her responsibilities seriously, though. "Let's establish a plan here." She turned to the red head, recognizing them as the overall leader. "Are you girls tired?"
Brie looked at Birch and Bell, who faintly nodded. "A little bit, but we're willing to help out!"
"Good. If you three don't mind, please save any leftovers from the tables and clear all the food spills or whatnot."
"Affirmative!" Brie chirped.
"If we can find any after that food fight," Birch added.
Pressing on, Blossom finished, "We'll find spare clothes and a place for you three to sleep," beckoning Bubbles to rejoin them. "I'll find some appropriate pajamas. Buttercup, go change the sheets in our old room. Bubbles, please put them to bed." In a lower voice she added, "Report to my room afterwards for an official meeting." The Powerpuffs nodded and dispersed, the night being far from over.
Authoress: Once again, I am so sorry. I hope this chapter was worth it. I've edited and re-edited, and right now, I just feel like I could do no more. If you review with encouragements or constructive criticism, though, I will probably take the stronger points into account and might end up slightly editing the story. Again. If you're confused, maybe I can clear your questions. Just share (and bear) with me. Well, thank-you for reading!