I don't own WordGirl or the Powerpuff Girls.
Bubbles flew through the sky as she looked back and forth through the city. "Ah!" she yelled as pastrami swiftly passed through her.
"HA!" the Butcher yelled as he ran out of the bank with a bag filled with money.
Bubbles flew right in front of him. "Hold it Meat Man."
"I am the Butcher," the Butcher introduced himself, "and you're not WordGirl."
"Nope," Bubbles said gleefully, "I'm Bubbles."
"So you're new here?" the Butcher asked her.
"Yep."
"Good to now. SAUSAGE CYCLONE!" sausage hurls out of hands and it goes directly at Bubbles. She dodges it.
"Sorry but you have to try better than that," Bubbles said as she let out a cute little giggle.
"You know kid," the Butcher told her, "you are kind of cute."
"Thank you," Bubbles said as she nodded her head. She quickly grabbed the sausages and threw them at the Butcher.
"Oh now that's not cute at all!" the Butcher yelled as he was trapped in the pile.
"Do you know what would be really cute?" Bubbles asked him as she cocked her head, "you with a cuddly kitty."
"I have a kitty at home," the Butcher said happily, "his name is Lil' Mittens and he is one of the adorkablest kittens ever."
"I know," Bubbles said shrilly, "kitties are so cute," she looked at the sky as she batted her eyes.
"Hey you're not like WordGirl at all you didn't even correct me."
"That's not my job," Bubbles said.
The police suddenly came and they took the Butcher to jail.
"I'll get you, you little pipsqueak!" the Butcher yelled at her, "by the way, it was nice talking to you."
"Nice talking to you too," Bubbles yelled back, "but I don't think you'll see me here when you bust out of jail," she flew to the sky and met up with the group.