One Big Happy Family

Bubbles grinned as she hugged Octy under her left arm. Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled the sweet aroma of roses and lillies of the valley. Her mother's garden was beautiful at this time of year. Mid-summer, around the middle of July.

A swift breeze blew her two big pigtails and they flapped for a brief moment. Hearing rocks a soil crunch underfoot behind her, she twisted to find Blossom, Buttercup, and Bunny near the play house. Buttercup used her foot to kick open the front door then trotted inside. Blossom rolled her eyes, then trailed in after. Bunny waved Bubbles over before disappearing into the little plastic play house. Bubbles shrugged to herself before skipping over to the house.

Blossom tied on a red banana over her bow so that she resembled a maid. She also wore blue cut off jeans, a pink tank top, and her feet were bare on the grassy ground that acted as the floor of the house. A whit apron with ketchup and ice cream stains down the front was tied around her waist. She clapped her hands together then smiled real big. "Okay girls. I'm going to be the mommy, Buttercup can be the daddy, Bubbles will be our teenage daughter, and Bunny can be our puppy!"

Buttercup crossed her arms and scowled. "Why do I always have to be the dad? I'm not a boy!"

"But you act like one!" Bubbles answered, not giving it a second thought. She was wearing cotton shorts the color of sky blue, a white shirt that had a blue dove on it with an olive twig in the beak, and her hair were pulled back in two neat ponytails. She looked down at her little bare footed toes on the soft green grass. A fleshy elbow was blocking her view from the ground. Then did she realize she had her thumb in her mouth. Reflexively, she yanked it from her face.

"I don't know why I always have to be the stupid dog! All I do is roll over! Why can't I be the daughter?!" Bunny complained. She sat down on the grass with her legs crossed. Bunny was wearing grey shorts made from the material sweatshirts are made from, a purple tank top that had light purple horizontal stripes across it, and her hair was in a messy ponytail on the top of her head.

"Why can't I be the mom for once?" Buttercup demanded, making a pouty face. She crossed both legs and fell back to the ground, a few inches from Bunny. Buttercup had on blue Jean shorts, a plain green t-shirt, and her her hair was left down. Her pixie hair style made her midnight black hair stick out on the sides and stay off of her neck.p

"Because I am more reposabler than you are!" Blossom fired back. She opened the plastic oven and pulled out a toy plastic turkey. "Dinner is ready!"

"This is stupid!" Buttercup muttered.

"We just need more people to play the game." Bunny noted. Absent mindedly, she was pulling grass out of the ground. A small pile had already accumulated from the moment she had started.

Bubbles sat down on a little tikes plastic chair at a small wooden table. She sighed loudly. "Guys! What about the Jojo brothers?" She suggested.

Blossom, Buttercup, and Bunny shot Bubbles a stare. Blossom perked into a smile, Buttercup had a scowl, and Bunny looked slightly confused mixed with approval.

Blossom nodded, tossing her plastic turkey onto the table. "Yeah! They can come over and play with us for a while."

Buttercup groaned. She stood up, scratching her elbow. "Why do those weirdos have to come over?"

Bubbles put her hands onto her hips. "They're not weirdos. Besides, we will be starting kindergarten this year with them so we might as well stawt pwaying wif them."

Bunny slapped her face. "Bubbles! We are 5 now! Can't you stop with the baby talk?! It's annoying."

Bubbles stuck out her tongue. Bunny scrunched up her nose. Buttercup giggled. Blossom busted out the door. A quick glance at the door, then Bubbles chased after Blossom. Buttercup and Bunny sighed, reluctantly following their two sisters.

Blossom stopped running when she reached the brown wooden fence that separated the Utoniums household from the Jojos household. She tried peering through the narrow slits in the fence but failed. She turned to Buttercup. "Human ladder."

"Are you kidding me?! No way!" Buttercup stomped a foot, then plumped onto the ground.

Blossom growled, feeling ready to throw a temper tantrum, but restrained herself. As the oldest of the trips, and Bunny who is a year younger, mommy would never let her get away with it. She would just lecture about how she was the more reposibler one and how she should be setting an example. Then she would get a time out in the corner.

"Come on guys! Pwease, with sugar lumps on top?" Bubbles batted her eye lashes, while holding her hands together.

Buttercup growled. Getting on all four, she crawled over to the fence. There she dragged herself to her feet. Bunny kicked a stone that skidded into the little brooke that flowed through their backyard. Then she walked over to Buttercup. "Cheerleader lift will be the easiest." Bunny advised.

"Don't go around showing off your skills because you've been in gymnastics since you were two!" Buttercup groped.

"I wasn't!"

"Whatever!"

"But-"

"Girls!" Blossom shouted. She eyed the purple and green girls with a disappointed stare. "Come on! For the game!"

Bunny locked her fingers together. Taking a tentative step, Blossom shimmied her foot into the embrace. Steadying herself using Bunny's shoulder, Blossom stepped into Buttercup's hold. At that moment, Bunny and Buttercup hefted Blossom upward, so that her head peaked over the top of the fence.

The backyard was the same size as theirs but seemed much more lush. A small man made pond was in the back of the yard, and daisies lined the edges. A few Lilly pads floated on top, and one or two cat tails sprung up from the soil. A massive willow tree in the yard kiddy cornered from the pond loomed over the house. Green light filtered through the leaves onto the pond making it look like a scene from Pocahontas.

Closer to the house were several flower beds with flowers of different colors, and a few bird baths lined the fence on the opposite side. A small swing set, slide, and monkey bars play thing was placed near the deck, and light refracted off of it along with the obvious heat.

Mrs. Jojo was on her hands and knees in the flower bed closest to the house. New flowers looking ready to be transplanted littered the small space. Mrs. Jojo was wearing a green t-shirt with Jean overalls. A big tan sun hat covered up her bright blue eyes. A dark purple bandana was tied around her wrist.

In the center of the yard, laying in the sun were four little boys. They were laying on the ground with their heads together. Their bodies formed a circle. Each of them held a DS.

Brick was lying on his back in the freshly mowed grass. He had on a red t-shirt, black jersey shorts, and he didn't have on any shoes. His long orange hair spilled out of his bright red cap and around his head forming shape.

Butch layed to the left of Brick. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he focused on his game. He had on a green camouflage shirt, blue Jean cut offs, and had bare feet. His spiky volcano hair stayed perfectly styled.

Boomer was to the left of Butch. As he played his game, he often .away at that continued to buzz around his head. He had on a navy blue 2 inch tank top, grey jersey shorts, and bare feet. His bright blonde hair reflected the light, making it almost blinding to look at directly.

To the left of Boomer was Brady, the purple brother. His dark purple eyes scanned his portable device. He was wearing a purple and whit tye-dyed shirt, yellow shirt, and no shoes. His earth brown hair was matted beneath him on the damp grass. A dark purple bandana was tied around his forehead.

Blossom smiled and waved when Mrs. Jojo looked up at her. "Hi Mrs. Jojo! We was just wondering if the boys would want to come over and play with us!" Blossom teetered, slightly losing her balance.

Mrs. Jojo removed her floppy sun hat from her head, and vibrant orange hair tumbled around her shoulders. She smiled big, blue eyes sparkling. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Blossom! I'll send them over."

Blossom grinned, hopping out of sight.

Mrs. Jojo rose from the dirt. Using her calloused hands, she brushed dirt from her knees. Dropping the sun hat, she made her way to her 4 sons. When she reached them, they paid her no acknowledgement. Mrs Jojo placed both hands on her hips. "Boys, you were just invited for play day with the Utonium girls next door."

"Aww, Mom! I don't want to play with a bunch of wimpy, lamo, baby girls!" Brick complained. His blood red eyes never left his console screen. Using his pen stick, he made Mario jump over a fire ball, getting him one step closer to saving Princess Peach.

"Besides, girls got cooties!" Brady added.

Boomer shot up. "They got cookies!?"

"Not cookies. COOTIES! You idiot!" Butch clarified. He used his little joy stick to make his character character to jump over a pit to the landing, and died.

"Butch! Be nice to your brother! Brick and Brady, be nice to those girls. They've been nothing but nice to you." Mrs Jojo scolded. She tapped her foot.

"Ok we will be nice, but I'm not going to play with them." Butch promised. His tongue fell out of his mouth as he tried to make his character to jump over the undefeated hole.

"No. You boys are going to go play. You spend way to much time on your video games anyways." Mrs Jojo reached over, snatching each of her sons' games. They each sat up with an annoyed look.

"Hey! Mom! I was just about to beat the Mario and Luigi Mega Brothers Battle Bowser game!" Brick exclaimed. He crossed his arms, about ready to start whining right in the back yard. But, he kept his cool. If he threw a tantrum, then he would be grounded from his game longer than what the lousy play date would be.

Butch crossed his arms, pouting. "I was just about to make it to level 81 on Guardians of Death!"

"I almost broke my record on Music Maniacs!" Brady pleaded, pretending to sob.

"I almost made it to level 2 on Candy Bash Kidz installment 4!" Boomer cried out loud. He tugged out some grass from the ground.

Mrs Jojo rolled her eyes. "Go next door and play. You can have your video games back when you come home."

Brick nodded. He jumped as high as he could then fell back to the earth. "Okay! I'm home! Let me have my game back. Pwease Mommy!"

Mrs Jojo crossed her arms. "That's one night without video games. Care for more, Brick?"

Brick lowered his eyes. "No."

"Then get going."

Brick trudged over to the gate that conjoined the two backyards. Unlatching the hook, Butch pushed the door open. Brady plucked a purple flower from his mother's garden as he strolled into the other yard, then crushed it in his palm. It fell to the ground. Boomer followed after Brick and Butch, hauling Brady along behind him.

Brick approached the plastic doll house. A loud conversation was audible from the other side. Rolling his eyes, Brick rasped on the door a few times. A shuffling inside resulted with some whispers. The door finally opened with Blossom poking her head through the door. She grinned. "Finally, you're here!"

Bubbles appeared right next to her. Grabbing Brick's and Boomer's wrists, she led them inside. Butch and Brady awkwardly let themselves in. Butch nodded at the little house. Along the right wall was a small plastic stove with a door that opened. A wooden cabinet acted as a counter and a second plastic house-set had a built in sink and microwave.

One small window with plastic green shudders was found on every side of the house and the color of the walls was a fading yellow. An old telephone sat on a wooden table situated to the left of the house. The table was surrounded by three plastic chairs.

Boomer smiled. "I like it!"

"You're such a girl!" Butch said

"Be quiet, and let's play the game now!" Bunny snapped, crossing her arms. Bunny cocked her head toward Brady, who was standing near the doorway. He was dressed in baggy yellow jersy shorts, a purple and white tye-dye tee, bare feet, and his hair was disheveled. His purple eyes were slightly hidden behind his bangs. When Bunny saw him staring at her, she narrowed her eyes at him. He immediatly looked away.

Brady tried to look at Bunny subtly. She was wearing grey sweatpant shorts, a purple tank top, and her hair was in a messy pony tail on the top of her head. He always wondered why boys liked girls. They're mean and they get mad for the stupidest of reasons.

"Okay, good idea, Buns." Blossom approved. "I will be the mommy. Brick can be the daddy. Bubbles can-"

"Why do I have to be the dad!?" Brick exclaimed. He pulled off his baseball cap, then shoved all of his hair into the hat, pulling it snugly around his head.

"Why? Because you don't think I would make a good wife of something?" Blossom retaliated, feeling offended. Firmly placing both hands on her hips, she eyed him, almost daring him to say something.

"I didn't say that you would be a bad wife!" Brick shouted back.

"Then why dont you want to be the daddy?" Blossom sighed, feeling that the conversation was acting as more of of entertainment to their siblings. She glanced to the left of her. Buttercup and Butch eagerly waited for more insults to be traded. Bubbles and Boomer seemed a bit perturbed by the bickering. Brady and Bunny looked lost, like they didn't know if they should be enjoying the conflict or if they should put a stop to it.

Brick stomped the ground. "Fine! I'll be the stupid dad!"

Blossom turned to Bubbles and Bunny. She had a serious look. "Now girls, this is the perfect example to show how you should not act. Never mimick your daddy's behaviour."

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Who are we in this game now?"

Blossom pointed at Bubbles. "Bubbles is mine and Brick's 22 year old daughter." Blossom scooped up Boomer's hand and placed it in Bubbles' hand. A sprinkling of pink covered their cheeks, but Blossom ignored it. "Boomer will be Bubbles' fiancee´!"

"What? My brother is getting married?" Brady gasped, seriously thinking it was legit.

Butch smacked Brady, similar to how Brick smacks Boomer. "No you idiot! In the game they will get married."

"Who is Buttercup and Bunny?" Bubbles piped up, trying to changes the conversation from her wedding.

Blossom thought for a second. "Buttercup will be our other daughter. She will be 16."

"I am older than her in real life! Why does Bubbles get married first?" Buttercup kicked one of the plastic chairs. The table shuddered and a few plastic tea cups fell off the edge.

"Fine! You can marry Boomer!" Brick suggested, trying to shut every one up. He heard a few gasps, and all the girls gave him a look like he had broken their Barbie doll. "What?"

Bunny laughed. "Buttercup and Boomer?"

"That's not even a possibility!" Buttercup clarified.

"Who do you want to be then?" Blossom asked, annoyed.

Buttercup crossed her arms. "Fine. I'll be the daughter." She sulked, crisscrossed on the table.

"Okay, that matter out of the way..." Butch looked at the ground, then at each individual face. "I know who I want to be!"

"Then tell us!" Brady urged. This stupid game was getting them nowhere. So far all they did was argue.

"I want to be the friendly neighborhood plumber!" Butch smiled , like he just won an election for president. His smile faded when all he got were blank stares.

"Butch! You can't be a plumber!" Boomer protested, breaking the silence.

"Why can't he be a plumber?" Brick asked.

"Because plumbers pants are always hanging low and show off their butt cracks!" Brady replied. Bunny started giggling when she heard that.

Butch groaned. "What are you guys saying?"

Brick touched the bridge of his nose. "Butch, you can't go around showing people your butt!"

"But it's too hot to wear pants today!"

"Keep your pants on, weirdo!" Buttercup barked, scratching a scab on her knee.

"Can he be an electrician?" Blossom wondered.

"Yeah! Butch could come over to fix the oven!" Bubbles exclaimed, feeling like she had a breakthrough.

"Bubbles, ovens use propane not electricity." Brick explained. He leaned against the wall of the play house. He felt sure that the temperature was rapidly increasing.

"Not all ovens." Bunny noted. Her pile of grass had significantly doubled or maybe even tripled in size from when she started it.

"Yeah! Our dad bas an electric oven!" Buttercup added.

"Can I be the puppy?" Brady asked. Everyone looked down at the little purple boy. "I do a great puppy dog face!" He looked down for a moment, then slowly lifted his head. His hair dangled in his face, and his eyes were wide. His bottom lip trembled and he whimpered.

Bubbles and Boomer raced over to him, with dopey smiles on their faces. Bubbles pulled Brady into a hug, and Boomer petted his hair. Brady made happy puppy sounds, and pretented to lick their faces.

"Boomer, Bubbles! Brady is not a real puppy!" Blossom scolded. Her apron started to stick to her bare legs from sweat. When this game was over, she wanted to play in the pool.

Bubbles looked at Brady, then at Boomer, then Blossom. She shrugged. "He was just really convincing."

Bunny rolled her eyes. "Cut back the dramatics and get on with it."

"Okay! So far, I'm the dad, Pinky is the mom, Bubbles is our daughter, Boomer is her fiancee, Butch is a electrician, Buttercup is our other daughter. And Brady is our puppy." Brick summed up, trying to sort everything in his mind.

"Yep!" Boomer confirmed.

"Who is Bunny then?" Butch asked. He kicked Bunny's pile of grass dispersing the needle like wedges of grass. Bunny glared at him. Butch ignored the so called threat.

Bunny rolled back on the grass. "I guess I I'll be a puppy too." Bubbles giggled. "Yay! We're a big family now! On with our game!"

okay, I was really stressed after the first day of school, so I had to unwind doing the thing I love. I hope you you like it. This will be a short little story, maybe 4 chapters long. I ve had this idea for awhile. Please review and favorite!