Chapter 4
Hey there! I know, I know. What, another chapter so soon? I just figured I'd write while I can. After all, I probably won't be updating much until the 26th. :( Stupid wifi limits...
I don't own PPG.
Bubbles zoomed through the skies of Townsville at great speed, narrowly avoiding bugs, birds, and the occasional plane. She crashed straight through the ceiling of Mojo Jojo's hideout.
"MOJO! Get out here, I need to talk to you!" she shouted, her mind already coming up with ways to bring up what she needed to ask him.
"Whatever it is, I did not do it!" came the monkey's voice, and he stepped in. Bubbles noticed she had landed in his living area, and Mojo appeared to be coming from his bedroom.
"Um, that's not what I'm here for" the blonde stated. Mojo shrugged and walked a few more steps towards her.
"Well, whenever a criminal hears a superhero burst into his home without warning, that is usually the first thing they think of" he remarked. Bubbles simply rolled her eyes.
"Whatever..."
Mojo raised an eyebrow. Usually his adversaries would have a comeback for one of his smart comments. Although, usually Blossom or Buttercup would have it ready...
"Where are your sisters? They are not with you, when they usually are, which is to say that-"
"I needed to talk to you alone" Bubbles cut him off, resulting in a mild glare from Mojo, however he quickly ditched the angry look in favor of a curious one.
"Well, what do you need to talk about?"
Bubbles glanced down for a moment, and finally selected a good question from her mental list.
"What do you think of Blossom?" she asked slyly, smirking ever so slightly as she lifted her head up, only to see a mixture of confusion, anger, embarrassment and shock on Mojo's face.
"You came all this way to ask such a silly question? Well, if you must know, I hate her with every fiber of my being, which is to say that I do not like her one bit, meaning I loathe her with such a power that it puts Him to shame" he finally answered after a moment. Bubbles' smirk only grew, and she began to step closer to the monkey, who responded by backing into a corner.
"Oh, really? Because that's certainly not what Him thinks" she said smoothly, and Mojo's eyes went to the size of tires on a monster truck.
"H-He told you?" he squeaked. Bubbles nodded. When she began to notice fear on Mojo's face, she dropped her smirk and began to snicker.
"Oh, come on Mojo. I wouldn't do anything bad to you because of your feelings!" she said between the laughter. When Mojo finally processed what was going on, he rolled his eyes, clearly unamused.
"Well, what will you do to me?" he grumbled. Bubbles finally stopped laughing, and smiled.
"See, our homeroom teacher is throwing a Valentine's Day party..." and so Bubbles began to explain the plan to Mojo, who listened with interest.