All Bubbled Up
written by "Lord" Andy
original version by Psycojewel
Part One
The city of Townsville! Ahhhhh ...... what a nice place it is! It's such a nice town with nice areas and nice houses and nice people and nice children, and so on, and so on. Now isn't that nice?
And speaking of nice children, her are the nicest kids of them all. You know who I mean, the Powerpuff Girls! Right now, our little angles are getting ready for school, like they do every school morning.
"My advanced quantemathesius book, level 30, is missing!" Blossom shouted, looking across all the book shelves in the entire house. "Which one of you took my book!?"
Well ..... all nice people have their bad days.
"Now Blossom," the Professor said, looking at the huge piles of books starting to clutter the floor, "I'm sure your sisters wouldn't need an advanced quantemathesius book. Why don't you just skip it, and come back to it later?"
Blossom frowned, tossing another row of books off the shelf. "I can't just skip a whole chapter of those books!" She said. "I'll miss something important."
As Blossom made a mess of the house in a shortage of school supplies, Buttercup and Bubbles were upstairs in their rooms gathering their learning utensils. But Bubbles was having the opposite problem as her sister Blossom in the amount of things she was bringing.
"... and I'll bring my crayons, and Octi, and goatie, and my coloring book, and my favorite book, and this little blue pencil, and this little red pencil, and my crayon sharpener, and this big blue pencil ..." Bubbles counted off object after object as she stuffed them into her bulging backpack.
Buttercup, who had all her stuff already ready, watched Bubbles jam as much stuff as she could into her bag. "What in the world are you doing bringing all that baby stuff to school?" She mocked. "You are going to look so dumb!"
Bubbles looked up from her packing at Buttercup in shock. "What are you talking about?"
"Well look at everything you're bringing to school!" Buttercup said, pointing it all out. "Toys, paper, drawing stuff, why are you bringing that all to a place we're only going to be at for several hours?"
Before Bubbles could answer, she jammed in another stuffed animal. There was so much stuff in her backpack, that is why it exploded. Stuffed animals and crayons flew throughout the entire room. The deafening explosion of the tearing fabric and tumbling objects could be heard throughout the whole house.
Bubbles stared at what was left of her backpack in shock and surprise. Then her lip started to quiver as she felt the huge urge to cry. Her poor stuff carrying pak was no more, what was she to use to carry everything now?
Buttercup, on the other hand, was almost laughing. "Poor little Bubbles, you wine like a two year old. You are such little baby!" Okay, so she was laughing.
Bubbles almost started to cry for real. "I'm having a bad day Buttercup, you don't have to be so mean about it!" Fine, fine, she was really crying.
Before Buttercup could make fun of her sister again, her other sister called from downstairs. "Buttercup! Stop it, we have a crisis here! Help me find my book!"
"Kay, just a sec!" Buttercup called downstairs. As she left, she turned to Bubbles, "Bye wussy!"
As she flew off, Bubbles slowly gathered up everything she could carry. Without a backpack to bring her stuff in to school, she would have to carry it all in her arms. Unfortunately, with all her school books, the only she could carry for extra stuff was her box of crayons.
"Why is she so mean?" She sobbed slowly going out of her bed room. "I'm just having a bad day, that's all."
"Bubbles!" The Professor yelled from downstairs. "Time to go to school."
Bubbles double checked that she had her homework with her before flying off to join her sisters. Maybe the rest of the day would be nicer to her.
At Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, it was a bright and happy day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was just perfect! Everyone was in a great mood. At least, until the bell rang and everyone had to take their seats. The three Powerpuff Girls zipped in just in time.
"What's the matter Bubbles?" Buttercup whispered to her sister who was having trouble holding on to her books, homework, and crayons. "Do you have too much to carry?"
"Be quite Buttercup!" Blossom scolded. "This is nothing to make fun of."
Buttercup looked like she was about to say something when Miss Keane addressed the class.
"Welcome class!" She said in her cheery voice. All the heads in the class turned to listen to their teacher. "Now who can guess what today is?"
"Advanced calculous day?" Blossom guessed.
"Happy bunny hugging day?" Bubbles guessed.
"Letting us out early day?" Buttercup guessed.
"Nooooo ...." said Miss Keane, "today is art day!"
The entire class cheered, Bubbles cheering the loudest.
"Oh, I'm just sooo excited!" Mitch sarcastically complained, proving that there is always one rotten egg in the bunch ..... err, group, uh .... what is a group of eggs anyway?
Anywho, where was I? Oh yes, art day!
"Mitch!" Miss Keane scolded, before returning to the class for instructions. "But before we can start out drawings, let's hand in our homework. Now I hope you all got it all done, because it was very important to your grades."
All the students quickly pulled their papers with school work that was done at their homes out. Everyone had a few pages worth of work, except for Blossom. She had about a novel full of work.
Bubbles was relieved to see that all her work was still with her. She proudly pulled it all out, confident that she was going to get the bestest ... er .... best grade ever.
But just then, a something happened. As Bubbles held up her homework up high, a dog suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed her papers in its mouth. Bubbles gasped as several other dogs came running into the classroom and chewing up her homework.
Miss Keane was shocked, and yelled, "Who let the dogs in?"
Just as surprisingly quick the canines had entered, they surprisingly quickly left out the door. Apparently, someone foolishly left the door open whilst coming in when school started. Bubbles sat in shock over the loss of her homework. "A dog ate my homework!" She moaned.
"Actually, a group of stray dogs tore your homework into unusable pieces." Blossom corrected.
"Don't worry about it Bubbles." Miss Keane said after the class had settled down and handed in their homework that had not been killed in cold blood. "I'll let you do it all over again tonight for tomorrow."
Bubbles sighed. That work had taken her all weekend. And now she has to do it all over again!
"Anyway class, I guess now it's time to start our art projects."
Bubbles immediately cheered up. Drawing and coloring pictures always brightened the worse days for her.
Miss Keane then gave instructions to the first picture. "Now to start off, I want to see how well you can draw certain things. So, I want you all to draw me a landscape. Mary, could you pass out the paper for the class?"
Mary went about giving everyone some paper to start a drawing of a landscape. Blossom quickly went to work, carefully planning then drawing out her picture. The rest of the class, however, just stared at their teacher.
Miss Keane finally realized what everyone was doing (even though it twas nothing). "Oh .... yes, sorry. A landscape is a picture of a scenery, like an ocean, forest, or a field. Now, please begin!"
Oh, this should be so much fun! I can't wait to see what Bubbles draws! This will surly cheer her up from a bad start to the day.
And it seamed to be true. Bubbles was scribbling away with her crayons on her paper, making a beautiful picture. A smile slowly crept over her face. Nothing cheered her up like drawing. For example, now she is drawing a beautiful picture of ocean. She always draws good ocean scenes, with all the happy fish and whales .... wait a minuet ....
Bubbles is drawing a picture of a meadow, instead of an ocean as I thought of. Awww ..... I wanted to see a pretty ocean!
Bubbles suddenly looked up from her picture. "Hey, shut up!" She shouted to the Narrator (who just happens to be me, in case you have forgotten). Apparently, she was still in a grumpy mood, so I guess I'll let her draw what she wants. Sheash!
Anywho, (that's why narrator shouldn't be involved too much), turning back to her drawing, Bubbles started scribbling faster in her angry mood. Grumbling to herself, she crayoned so hard that she pushed her drawing off the table.
Bubbles gasped as her drawing was picked up by a cross breeze flowing through the classroom. Several students ducked as Bubbles's drawing soared over their heads. Before anyone could act, the drawing was whisked out the open window and out onto the streets.
"My drawing!" Bubbles cried. "My cute little drawing!!"
The class started laughing at Bubbles misfortune. After all, something like that doesn't happen all the time. Miss Keane might have laughed at the interesting event, but she was a teacher and knew better.
"Now now Bubbles, it's only a picture." She comforted. "You can make another one. It's nothing to cry over."
"Besides," Blossom added to her sniffing sister, "it's just outside a little ways away. If Miss Keane will let you, you could go out and pick it up before another breeze catches it.
Miss Keane was about to answer, when a thing of some sort happened. As Bubbles looked straight at her picture lying out in the streets, a car speed over the road. The picture was ran over, a black tire mark was engraved on it's beautiful design. Then a giant semi-truck right behind the car crumpled up the drawing as it ran it over. A passing by steam roller ran over the picture as well, right before a street cleaner swept what was left up forever.
At first, nobody could say or do anything. But Bubbles did. "Waaaaaaah! No! My pretty picture is gone forever!" She cried at the top of her lungs. Everyone covered their ears as Bubbles mourned over the loss of her drawing. The building seamed to rattle under the high pitched cry.
"Bubbles, now that is just about enough!" Miss Keane scolded. "Please control yourself. You can make another pretty picture, I'll give you some extra time."
Bubbles stopped crying to wail out, "But it was pretty!!"
Several classmates sighed over Bubbles's silly little show. Although what happened to Bubbles picture and her overacting was pretty silly, it was hard to laugh over all the crying.
"Class take your seats." Miss Keane asked the class who listened. "And Bubbles, for the last time please calm down. You'll have lots of time to draw other pictures today."
Bubbles sniffed back some tears. "But they'll never be as pretty as that one!" Then she started screaming again, causing birds to fly, ears to be covered, and pedestrians to wonder what the heck was going on in the school.
By now, Miss Keane had had enough of Bubbles's crying. "Bubbles, I have had enough crying." But Bubbles continued to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Now young lady, you stop this nonsense right now! Into the corner!"
The whole class gasped and Bubbles shut up. Bubbles had never been sent to the corner before. It was a special honor that had only been bestowed upon Buttercup.
"Finally, I'm not the only person to get sent to the corner!" Buttercup chuckled.
"Buttercup, that's nothing to be proud of!" Blossom scolded.
Bubbles, meanwhile, had stopped crying like a silly little goof and was floating towards the corner chair. "I'm sorry Miss Keane."
"Don't worry Bubbles, we'll talk about it later." Miss Keane comforted. "Now class, get back to work with your pictures. And Bubbles ...."
"Yes?" She asked, looked over her shoulder from the corner.
"Please try to act more grown up."
Bubbles frowned, pouted her lip out, and turned back to her corner. Her bad day was just getting worse and worse.
After school, Miss Keane let Bubbles leave. Their teacher always remembered to let the students go after being sent into the corner. Except there was that one time she came in one morning to find Buttercup still there, but that's a different story we don't have to get into. You're welcome!
Anywhat, Bubbles flew outside to leave for home. She had been waiting all day to leave that class room and see the bright sun shiny day. Bring sunny days always cheered her up, but not as much as a bright sun-shiny day! But as soon as she had exited the building and entered the great outdoors, something kinda funny (by cartoon standards) happened. The cloudless sky instantly filled up with jet black clouds and it started to madly downpour. Bubbles sat their in sadness, her pony tails drooping in the rain. Now she was going to have to take the bus home. Luckily, Blossom and Buttercup waiting for her so they could all ride the bus together. She hoped that neither one of them would talk about what had happened.
But what are the chances of that happening?
"Ha ha!" Buttercup laughed as they boarded the school bus for the ride home out of the thunder storm. "Bubbles has to sit in the corner!"
Bubbles's lip started quivering when Blossom spoke up. "Now Buttercup, you stop that!" She scolded. "That's no way to treat your sister."
As Buttercup hung her head in shame (or anger), Blossom turned to Bubbles. "Now Bubbles, I'm very sorry about your picture. But you shouldn't be so hung up over material things. You should try and act a little more grown up."
Bubbles hung her head in shame (and I'm sure it wasn't in anger with her). "I'm sorry Blossom." She said.
Blossom smiled then put her arm around Bubbles, thunder roaring in the background. "There there Bubbles. Why don't you draw one of those nice pictures of Mojo-Jojo for Buttercup to beat up when we get home?"
That suggestion brought gleeful goodness of moods not only Bubbles, but Buttercup as well. "Yeah!!" They both shouted in joy and happy happiness.
Giggling, Bubbles took out her box of crayons and started to draw a funny picture of Mojo. She like to draw him angry, giving him a huge mouth and steam shooting out of his ears. Blossom and Buttercup chuckled as Bubbles's picture of Mojo. Bubbles smiled, perhaps this bad day was going to get better.
Yet as usual, bad stuff happens at good times. Just as Bubbles was about to add the finishing touch, the bus hit a bump. Bubbles gasped as her crayon smeared over the whole picture. But that was the good part what happened. The large bump not only caused Bubbles to mess up her picture, but to drop her crayons.
And when I say drop her crayons, I'm not talking about them falling and bouncing off the floor. No sir! I'm talking about the crayons soaring out of her hands and then flinging out the open window. Every single one of the crayons flew into the rain, splashed into a puddle on the road, got swept down a drain pipe, crashed into the sewers, and were promptly eaten by an alligator.
Bubbles gasped at the spectacle that had just cruelly unfolded before her. What had happened so fast and so comical, that she could hardly believe it to be true.
But everyone else knew it to be true. Almost very single person on the bus started laughing at the abnormal circumstances that had just occurred. Blossom was surprised at what had just happened, but Buttercup was laughing enough to cover the two of them. It wasn't until Bubbles's started crying in a loud voice making the bus windows blow out in violent showers of glass did everyone stop laughing.
The bus driver covered his ears at the loud and painful noise. The bus swerved out of control and crashed into a tree and caught on fire. Thinking quick, Blossom and Buttercup grabbed everyone and everything on the bus and flew them to safety. And it was just in time, because as soon as everyone was out, the bus exploded in a huge fireball. Luckily, although this also happened fast, the Powerpuff Girls were able to get everything off the bus bomb.
Everything, that is, except Bubbles's homework. All her school books were now just piles of smoldering ashes.
Although, in a sick way, the whole situation was funny like everything else that had happened in the day, it was actually rather sad. It was more than sad, it was downright tragic! Overwhelmed over what just happened, Bubbles just sat their in the pouring rain sniffing to herself. A bolt of lightning struck her head, causing her hair to burst into flames, but the pouring rain put it out as fast as it was started.
Blossom and Buttercup flew up to their petrified sister. Realizing that they had better get home, they grabbed Bubbles and flew off for home. Bubbles did nothing except sniffle in near tears as she was carried home like a frozen statue, shocked into trance like depression over what had all happened.
Finally, the three had arrived home. The two placed Bubbles down on the doorway, burnt and heart broken. Before any of them could say anything like, "Are you okay Bubbles?", "Feeling any better sis?", "Is there anything we can do to help?", or "Don't you think we should get out of the pouring rain dummy heads?", the front door opened.
"There you are Bubbles!" The Professor scolded, looking at the soggy and sad Powerpuff. "I've been getting a lot of calls lately. Miss Keane said you were put into the corner, and now the bus company says you blew up another bus. What's going on?"
Bubbles finally snapped out of her shocked phase and hugged the Professor crying. "Oh Professor, I've had such the awful day! First my book bag blew up, my homework was destroyed, then my pretty picture was destroyed, I had to sit all day in the corner, it started pouring rain, I lost all my crayons in the sewers, my books were blown up in the bus, and my hair was on fire."
The Professor's heart went out to Bubbles as she cried over her horrible, rotten, no good, very bad day. As he hugged the pouting precious, he offered some words of encouragement.
"Now Bubbles, we all have bad days. It happens to everyone, it's just stuff that happens. But you know, you need to be tougher. It is possible to be happy, even on a bad day. You just have to be tuff."
Buttercup smiled to herself. "Finally, someone who agrees with me!"
"Buttercup!!" The Professor and Blossom scolded to Buttercup.
The Professor turned his attention back to Bubbles, who had calmed down by now. "Anyway Bubbles, don't worry. A bad day can't last forever. Just promise me you'll try and toughen up a bit?"
Bubbles sniffed back a tear, "Yes Professor." She said.
The Professor smiled, then turned his attention to all three girls. "Now, all three of you run along, we'll talk about this later. But don't go to far, dinner will be in only a few minuets."
A little while later, Bubbles had finally calmed down. She had been having a little conversation with her stuffed doll, Octi. To everyone else, it was pretty much a one sided conversation. But sometimes, one sided conversations are rather helpful.
"Well, I guess everyone is right Octi." Bubbles confessed to her doll. "I suppose I should be acting more tuff and stuff. I've already proved I can be just as strong as my sisters. I just wished I could be like them more often."
She sat on her bed in her room by herself. The only light in the whole room, besides the occasional lightning bolt, was one small lamp. The darkened room looked eerie, but that's how Bubbles felt. Her dark depressed state was in some serious need of cheering up.
"It's not just the bad day that's making me sad." Bubbles mumbled. "It's not just the pictures or my crayons. It's that everyone just doesn't seam to care."
She sniffed back a few tears and looked at Octi. The stuffed animal stared back at her with its unchanging octopus face. Bubbles smiled and hugged her little doll. "Thanks Octi, you always know how to cheer me up!"
"Girls! It's time to eat!" The Professor called from downstairs.
"Common Octi, let's go have some dinner!" Bubbles laughed, racing downstairs. Her sisters were already at the table when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"What are we going to have Professor?" Buttercup hungrily asked.
"Well, I was going to thaw out some of my green bean meat-o-rific casserole surprise, but I decided to make some pizza instead!"
"Yippy!" Bubbles squealed in delight, tossing Octi into the air. "I love pizza! It's so much better then your bean thing Professor!"
"What are you talking about?" Blossom asked.
"Yeah, you're the only one who hates that beefy green thing the Professor likes to make." Buttercup said.
"Now girls," the Professor said, opening the oven door all ready to get the pizza, "I decided that since Bubbles was having such a bad day, that we would have her favorite food instead of her least favorite one."
Overjoyed at something turning out right in this horrible day, Bubbles started running towards the table. Then she tripped on a snag on the rug which caused Octi to fly out of her arms. The doll soared through the air, over the kitchen table, over the Professor, into the oven, and on top of the cooked pizza. The pizza and Octi were burnt into an inferno of flames, almost blowing up the whole oven. Blossom immediately flew over and put of the Italian/stuffed animal blaze with her ice breath.
Like I said, bad stuff happens at good times.
The Professor embarrassedly looked a Bubbles. He didn't know what to say at a moment like this. But it didn't matter anyway. Bubbles was too busy screaming her head off to hear.
Eventually, Buttercup meekly spoke up. "Well ..... we still need to eat Professor."
The Professor sighed. "I guess all I have left is my casserole."
"Noooooooooooo!" Bubbles screamed louder then she's ever screamed before. The foundation of the house shook and rumbled louder then the storm outside. The nearby neighbors wondered what all the commotion was about, as pictures fell off the walls and windows shattered. Everyone else in Townsville wondered where the loud cry was coming from.
Eventually the Professor, half deaf, shouted out for Bubbles to stop. Bubbles controlled herself to stop screaming, but not enough to stop crying.
"Young lady, I have had enough!" He cried, yelling as the only option he could think of to make Bubbles stop screaming. "Since you can't control your emotions over anything, just .... just go to bed!"
Bubbles sniffled a few times before silently flying Octiless, pizzaless, crayonless, school workless, and hair stileless up to bed. It was the perfect crappy ending to a perfectly crappy day.
After Bubbles had left and everyone could take their hands off of their ears, Blossom and Buttercup turned to the Professor.
"Gee Professor, don't you think you were a little hard on Bubbles?" Buttercup asked.
"Yeah, I know she was being all babyish, but we should be trying to cheer her up on a bad day like this." Blossom added.
The Professor sighed unhappily. "I know, I'm so sorry." He replied, hanging his head in shame. "It's just that I had to stop the screaming somehow. I'll put the casserole in the microwave, then go up and talk to her."
Bubbles stood in the bathroom unhappily. This had been the worst day of her entire life. All of her precious possessions and dreams had been lost in cataclysmal yet TV like comical disasters. But the worst part of all that had happened, is that nobody seamed to care.
"It's not fair!" Bubbles said, burning her hand on the hot water. "Nothing but bad stuff has been happening to me all day. I say it's just not fair!"
She swished her mouth out with mouth wash, only to taste that it was really the steak sauce that had been missing for the past few months. "And why doesn't anyone seam to care about it?" She wondered, realizing afterwards that her wash cloth had been used to wipe some mud off the floor.
"Why isn't anyone caring about me?" She wondered, seeing that the only kind of dental floss that she had to use was the aardvark flavor. "Why doesn't anybody want to at least try and make me any happier in even the smallest way? Why is this all happening to me without any comfort?"
Bubbles pulled up the toothpaste to add some of the tooth cleaning refreshness to her mouth by brushing. But she bumped the toothbrush in her hand, and it promptly landed in the toilet.
Suddenly, Bubbles turned mad. Not a little cute girl angry fit, but a huge depressed rage.
"That's it!!" She shouted. "I've had enough! If I can't get comfort here, then I will find it somewhere else!"
Cranky, Bubbles flew into her room. Grabbing the last and few possessions she had left that survived the day, Bubbles tossed her things inside a red handkerchief tied to the end of a stick. Taking one last look at her room, Bubbles put on a rain coat and exited the window into the storm. She was no longer a Powerpuff, but a runaway.
