Yet_One_More_Idiot
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Before anyone starts, this is minors tickling minors only, so I'm allowed to post it as far as I know.
in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
is proud to present
The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 1: Just desserts
"Whaddya mean, YOU'RE brilliant?!" Demanded the deceptively small, raven-haired girl, as she and her two sisters floated home after their latest mission.
"Well Buttercup, you've got to admit that it WAS my brilliant plan that got rid of that monster", said Blossom, flipping her long ginger hair in her sister's direction and giving her a distinctly smug look to go with it.
"Nuh-uh, Blossom", said the third sister, butting in with her cheerfully squeaky voice which, even though it had deepened as the three triplets had grown, was still higher than either of her sisters. "Me and Buttercup couldn't understand your plan, so we just hit the monster where it looked like it'd hurt the most."
"Well duh, that was what my plan was", said Blossom, the redheaded leader and academically smartest of the girls.
Buttercup managed to sputter out, "Well if that was your plan, Red, why didn't you just say that, instead of using all those big words and diagrams?"
"Huh! I can't help it if you're too dumb to follow what I'm saying!"
"Yeah, well...."
***CRASH!!!***
"Girls, get the brooms and sweep that up", the Professor said, pointing first to the girls, then to the broom cupboard, and then finally to the pile of small splinters of wood that lay on the ground behind them; it was all that remained of the front door, which they'd just flown through.
"Sorry daddy, we'll be more careful in future", said Bubbles as she got the brooms and she and Buttercup started sweeping up while Blossom went to get another door out of storage.
"You always say that," said their long-suffering father. Deep down, he didn't really care about the door that much. It was just a piece of wood after all, and he could easily afford to replace it on occasion when the girls broke through it without realising. He just wished that they'd pay slightly more attention to what they were doing, and then the constant replacements wouldn't be necessary.
All too soon it was time for dinner- after all, growing super-heroines need to eat. You see, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup weren't just any ordinary girls (though girls are never ordinary in their father's eyes anyway), but were in fact the Powerpuff Girls, triplets who were sworn to protect Townsville from crime and the forces of evil.
Blossom, being the brains (and many would argue, also the beauty) of the three, had been the natural choice for leader ever since their father, Professor Utonium, created them out of sugar, spice, and everything nice (plus of course, an accidental drop of Chemical X added into the mix).
Buttercup was undoubtedly considered to be the impulsive member of the three, preferring using brawn to solve her problems to sitting down and figuring out the optimal solution. What very few - except for the girls' close friends, that is - didn't realize is that she also had a much softer side to her, which included protecting Bubbles from being too scared (although she still liked to tease her 'little' sister on occasion), and the fact that she was fast becoming an accomplished flutist at Tall Oaks Middle School, where all three girls were currently attending seventh grade (they were 13 years of age).
Bubbles was always considered the 'baby' especially when compared to Buttercup and Blossom - although this was not to say that she was still the same as when they were first created. She was by no means as naïve as she had been, although she still preferred to look on the brighter side of life whenever possible, but now fully understood that there were some...less than wholesome things that also go on around the world.
All three girls had superpowers - super speed, strength, the ability to fly, fire laser beams from their eyes and take sickening amounts of physical punishment with barely a scratch on them. However, each girl had also developed her own, unique powers too as the years went by. Bubbles' powers were linked to communication - she could converse in any known language with complete fluency, and her "sonic scream" could temporarily incapacitate even the most powerful of super-villains and monsters; this ability had grown even more powerful over time, and it's effect could now stretch for miles around.
Blossom's powers were connected to heat - she could breathe fire or ice at will, and directly control the ambient temperature of her immediate surroundings. As a result of this, she also had increased resistance to sudden temperature changes, be they as the result of her own manipulation or from some outside source. The previous year, she had narrowly averted a nuclear meltdown when she had managed to successfully freeze the state power plant solid in mid-explosion.
Buttercup's power was related to motion - she had always been the fastest puff, right from the start, so this was only natural. She could, at will, speed up her rate of molecular vibration to such a point where the rest of the universe seemed to have become frozen in time. This allowed her, when necessary, to perform complex tasks in the blink of an eye, but was a big drain on her energy; hyper-accelerating for even one hour (from her point of view - one second to everyone else) would leave her physically drained for the next two or three days.
"Yum - what's for dinner dad? Smells nice, whatever it is" said Buttercup as she flew into the kitchen, closely followed by both her sisters, all three just having washed and changed after their earlier battle with a giant putty-monster.
"Well, I thought we'd have one of Bubbles' favourites tonight, so I made us all Broccoli pie!" said the Professor, pulling a still-steaming pie from the oven, to the disgust of Buttercup and faint nausea of Blossom.
"Did I say it smelt nice? I stand corrected," muttered Buttercup to Blossom as Bubbles smacked her lips hungrily.
"Yeah, just 'cos Bubbles is a vegetarian doesn't mean we have to go hungry" grumbled Blossom in agreement.
So they sat down to a dinner of broccoli pie and lentils. And if looks could kill, then Bubbles with her superpowers would have been at the very least severely maimed.
Somehow, all three girls managed to clear their plates - although in Blossom and especially in Buttercup's cases this involved surreptitiously flinging some of their food out of the bay-door windows overlooking the back garden - and the Professor had a special treat for them.
"As you girls ate all of your dinner without any fuss," Buttercup kicked Bubbles under the table, whilst making sick-faces at her as the Professor was rummaging around in the freezer, "I thought we'd have some double chocolate choc-chip ice cream for dessert.
"Are you sure that's a good idea daddy, I mean it's not very healthy is it?" asked Bubbles, which resulted in being kicked by both Blossom and Buttercup under the table this time, and a barely repressed wince from Bubbles.
"True. But this is a special treat, not a regular occurrence, Bubbles. And I thought you liked chocolate, right?"
"Well yes daddy, of course I do," she said, trying to kick Buttercup back, but just swinging her leg at empty air. Buttercup just grinned smugly at her as the Professor served up the ice cream and passed the bowls out. "Thanks, da-" Bubbles started to say, when suddenly she felt her foot connect with something under the table. She quickly tried to pull back, but found that she couldn't; her foot was now trapped by whatever it was. And Buttercup's grin had just grown wider, as she drew Blossom attention down to where she was one-handedly gripping Bubbles' ankle. Blossom and Buttercup shared a secretive grin, and Bubbles suddenly knew what she had just unintentionally gotten herself into.
With Blossom sitting opposite the Professor at the square dining table, with Bubbles and Buttercup to her left and respectively, and with Buttercup holding Bubbles foot with one hand out of the Professor's line of sight beneath the tablecloth, Blossom decided the time for revenge over having to eat broccoli pie was right. She cautiously let her right hand wander down beneath the table and begin the arduous task of quietly undoing Bubbles' shoe so as not to alert their father to any mischief.
Bubbles was becoming increasingly worried, as she knew what her sisters were about to do but had no recourse except to sit there and take it - if she involved the Professor, they'd just get her twice as much after dinner and with even less mercy. So she just sat there and enjoyed her ice cream as best she could through her growing apprehension, as she felt Blossom's hand fiddling with her shoe buckle and then slowly drawing the shoe away from her foot, caressing the skin lightly as she did so, causing Bubbles to sigh softly as she resigned herself to her fate and let the sensations take control. As it was warm summer weather in Townsville at the time, the girls had all chosen not to wear tights, and instead opted to go around barefoot inside their customary Mary Janes. She wiggled her toes nervously as the relatively cool air greeted her now totally bare foot.
As the girls had matured, the Professor had foregone asking how their collective day had been, as he knew that they all liked to do things separately rather than be treated as a single unit. Buttercup's responses were usually limited to "OK" or "not bad", or on especially good days, "Today's been great, dad!" However, if asked in the early morning how she was feeling, she would simply mumble in response.
Blossom's answers were usually far longer than necessary, as she had not only on occasion tried to swallow a dictionary, but had actually managed it; the Professor had once invented a machine to increase people's word skills - it's effect on Blossom was to transform her speech into something resembling Mojo's Jojo's repetitive style (though by no means as severe as Mojo Jojo suffered when under incredible mental or physical stress).
For this reason, the Professor only asked either Blossom or Buttercup about their day if he was feeling particularly up to the challenge of dealing with the answer. However, he could usually understand Bubbles' answers, so his question was directed almost solely (no pun intended) to Bubbles: "So Bubbles, how was your day?"
"Oh, umm, it was pretty goo..." Bubbles began, but then trailed off as a single finger from Blossom's right hand stroked ever-so-gently up her sole before travelling back down her arch. Bubbles gasped slightly and bit her lip to stifle a giggle.
"Hmm?" Professor Utonium enquired as he looked up from his own bowl of ice cream which was already three-quarters empty, wondering why Bubbles had stopped mid-sentence. He couldn't understand why she seemed to be trying very hard not to laugh all of a sudden.
"Yeah Bubz. Tells us more," Buttercup added, jumping into the conversation, trying to get Bubbles talking again so they could turn her words into giggles when she least expected it. Bubbles again tried to extricate her foot from the dark-haired puff's grip, but the angle was completely wrong to do so. And Blossom's light tickling was slowly robbing her of her usual strength.
"Well, uh...lemme see...this morning we had aaaaaart...."at that moment, Blossom had moved to tickle under her toes, and had begun to pick up the pace somewhat. Bubbles was striving to hold back her giggles as long as possible, but knew her attempt would be fruitless. No fruit for Bubbles, not this time.
"...and of course I enjoyed...hehe....that, 'cos I got to draw....lots of cute, f-f-f-furry animals....haha..."
Her eyes were pleading with her sisters now, asking them to go lightly on her though she knew they wouldn't, not once they got started. It had long been common knowledge to Blossom and Buttercup that Bubbles was extremely ticklish; Blossom and Buttercup were also extremely sensitive, though not to the same degree as the publicly acclaimed "Joy and the laughter" of the three.
Bubbles tried squirming around, in the hope that she could wriggle her foot free of Buttercup's grasp and escape Blossom's tickling fingers. But unfortunately, she couldn't concentrate enough to manage this and just managed to bounce around in her seat as the tickling progressed and she felt more and more giggles welling up inside of her.
"Then we p-p-plahahahayed dodgeball at lunch, and I won 'cos...hehehe...Blossom tripped and knocked into BC a...and they both got hihihihit by the ball...hahaha..."
That was possibly the very worst thing Bubbles could've said at that moment as Blossom was mercilessly tickling around her toes. She moved back down again and started to write, with all five of her fingers, in the middle of Bubbles' sole "Bubbles is a very ticklish, naughty girl". Bubbles foot was shaking quite strongly by now, although it clearly wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and her toes were wiggling frantically in some feeble attempt to dispel the tickly sensations.
"...and then we got called out of aftern....afternoon lessons 'cos of the putty m-m-monster....hehehehehe....Daddy, can I be, hahaahaahaaa, excused?"
At this, Blossom put her spoon down and brought her left hand into the fray as she began to tickle along the back of Bubbles' knee as well. They were caught out now - when Bubbles didn't get up, their dad would know what was going on - so they might as well make the most of it in the remaining seconds. Buttercup also started stroking all around Bubbles foot with her other hand, determined were they to break Bubbles and make her laugh out loud before she could escape the table.
"Oh god...it tihihihihiiickles.....heheheheheeeee....hahahahaaa...quit it, guys....hey, no fair, not all at....eeeee! HahahahHAHAHAHA!" Finally, Bubbles managed to twist her leg and give it a sharp yank that caused the entire table to wobble momentarily, and Buttercup's glass of milk to spill over. Before the Professor could even begin to scold Buttercup for being so careless with her drink, Bubbles was gone in a streak of baby blue light, heading straight to her bedroom to retrieve a spare pair of shoes, as she had had to leave her other shoe behind under the dining table. While she had the time alone in her room (the Professor had separated their room into three smaller, but still each quite large rooms 2 years before) without her sisters coming in to bug her, she sat down on the bed and begun to think over what had just happened, before setting out the day's events in her diary.
To be continued in chapter 2, soon. I've already got the first 8 chapters written. 🙂 I hope no-one minds long chapters, as later chapters are even longer than this one (they are about 4-4.5 kilowords).
Hairy Gregory Studios
in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
is proud to present
The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 1: Just desserts
"Whaddya mean, YOU'RE brilliant?!" Demanded the deceptively small, raven-haired girl, as she and her two sisters floated home after their latest mission.
"Well Buttercup, you've got to admit that it WAS my brilliant plan that got rid of that monster", said Blossom, flipping her long ginger hair in her sister's direction and giving her a distinctly smug look to go with it.
"Nuh-uh, Blossom", said the third sister, butting in with her cheerfully squeaky voice which, even though it had deepened as the three triplets had grown, was still higher than either of her sisters. "Me and Buttercup couldn't understand your plan, so we just hit the monster where it looked like it'd hurt the most."
"Well duh, that was what my plan was", said Blossom, the redheaded leader and academically smartest of the girls.
Buttercup managed to sputter out, "Well if that was your plan, Red, why didn't you just say that, instead of using all those big words and diagrams?"
"Huh! I can't help it if you're too dumb to follow what I'm saying!"
"Yeah, well...."
***CRASH!!!***
"Girls, get the brooms and sweep that up", the Professor said, pointing first to the girls, then to the broom cupboard, and then finally to the pile of small splinters of wood that lay on the ground behind them; it was all that remained of the front door, which they'd just flown through.
"Sorry daddy, we'll be more careful in future", said Bubbles as she got the brooms and she and Buttercup started sweeping up while Blossom went to get another door out of storage.
"You always say that," said their long-suffering father. Deep down, he didn't really care about the door that much. It was just a piece of wood after all, and he could easily afford to replace it on occasion when the girls broke through it without realising. He just wished that they'd pay slightly more attention to what they were doing, and then the constant replacements wouldn't be necessary.
All too soon it was time for dinner- after all, growing super-heroines need to eat. You see, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup weren't just any ordinary girls (though girls are never ordinary in their father's eyes anyway), but were in fact the Powerpuff Girls, triplets who were sworn to protect Townsville from crime and the forces of evil.
Blossom, being the brains (and many would argue, also the beauty) of the three, had been the natural choice for leader ever since their father, Professor Utonium, created them out of sugar, spice, and everything nice (plus of course, an accidental drop of Chemical X added into the mix).
Buttercup was undoubtedly considered to be the impulsive member of the three, preferring using brawn to solve her problems to sitting down and figuring out the optimal solution. What very few - except for the girls' close friends, that is - didn't realize is that she also had a much softer side to her, which included protecting Bubbles from being too scared (although she still liked to tease her 'little' sister on occasion), and the fact that she was fast becoming an accomplished flutist at Tall Oaks Middle School, where all three girls were currently attending seventh grade (they were 13 years of age).
Bubbles was always considered the 'baby' especially when compared to Buttercup and Blossom - although this was not to say that she was still the same as when they were first created. She was by no means as naïve as she had been, although she still preferred to look on the brighter side of life whenever possible, but now fully understood that there were some...less than wholesome things that also go on around the world.
All three girls had superpowers - super speed, strength, the ability to fly, fire laser beams from their eyes and take sickening amounts of physical punishment with barely a scratch on them. However, each girl had also developed her own, unique powers too as the years went by. Bubbles' powers were linked to communication - she could converse in any known language with complete fluency, and her "sonic scream" could temporarily incapacitate even the most powerful of super-villains and monsters; this ability had grown even more powerful over time, and it's effect could now stretch for miles around.
Blossom's powers were connected to heat - she could breathe fire or ice at will, and directly control the ambient temperature of her immediate surroundings. As a result of this, she also had increased resistance to sudden temperature changes, be they as the result of her own manipulation or from some outside source. The previous year, she had narrowly averted a nuclear meltdown when she had managed to successfully freeze the state power plant solid in mid-explosion.
Buttercup's power was related to motion - she had always been the fastest puff, right from the start, so this was only natural. She could, at will, speed up her rate of molecular vibration to such a point where the rest of the universe seemed to have become frozen in time. This allowed her, when necessary, to perform complex tasks in the blink of an eye, but was a big drain on her energy; hyper-accelerating for even one hour (from her point of view - one second to everyone else) would leave her physically drained for the next two or three days.
"Yum - what's for dinner dad? Smells nice, whatever it is" said Buttercup as she flew into the kitchen, closely followed by both her sisters, all three just having washed and changed after their earlier battle with a giant putty-monster.
"Well, I thought we'd have one of Bubbles' favourites tonight, so I made us all Broccoli pie!" said the Professor, pulling a still-steaming pie from the oven, to the disgust of Buttercup and faint nausea of Blossom.
"Did I say it smelt nice? I stand corrected," muttered Buttercup to Blossom as Bubbles smacked her lips hungrily.
"Yeah, just 'cos Bubbles is a vegetarian doesn't mean we have to go hungry" grumbled Blossom in agreement.
So they sat down to a dinner of broccoli pie and lentils. And if looks could kill, then Bubbles with her superpowers would have been at the very least severely maimed.
Somehow, all three girls managed to clear their plates - although in Blossom and especially in Buttercup's cases this involved surreptitiously flinging some of their food out of the bay-door windows overlooking the back garden - and the Professor had a special treat for them.
"As you girls ate all of your dinner without any fuss," Buttercup kicked Bubbles under the table, whilst making sick-faces at her as the Professor was rummaging around in the freezer, "I thought we'd have some double chocolate choc-chip ice cream for dessert.
"Are you sure that's a good idea daddy, I mean it's not very healthy is it?" asked Bubbles, which resulted in being kicked by both Blossom and Buttercup under the table this time, and a barely repressed wince from Bubbles.
"True. But this is a special treat, not a regular occurrence, Bubbles. And I thought you liked chocolate, right?"
"Well yes daddy, of course I do," she said, trying to kick Buttercup back, but just swinging her leg at empty air. Buttercup just grinned smugly at her as the Professor served up the ice cream and passed the bowls out. "Thanks, da-" Bubbles started to say, when suddenly she felt her foot connect with something under the table. She quickly tried to pull back, but found that she couldn't; her foot was now trapped by whatever it was. And Buttercup's grin had just grown wider, as she drew Blossom attention down to where she was one-handedly gripping Bubbles' ankle. Blossom and Buttercup shared a secretive grin, and Bubbles suddenly knew what she had just unintentionally gotten herself into.
With Blossom sitting opposite the Professor at the square dining table, with Bubbles and Buttercup to her left and respectively, and with Buttercup holding Bubbles foot with one hand out of the Professor's line of sight beneath the tablecloth, Blossom decided the time for revenge over having to eat broccoli pie was right. She cautiously let her right hand wander down beneath the table and begin the arduous task of quietly undoing Bubbles' shoe so as not to alert their father to any mischief.
Bubbles was becoming increasingly worried, as she knew what her sisters were about to do but had no recourse except to sit there and take it - if she involved the Professor, they'd just get her twice as much after dinner and with even less mercy. So she just sat there and enjoyed her ice cream as best she could through her growing apprehension, as she felt Blossom's hand fiddling with her shoe buckle and then slowly drawing the shoe away from her foot, caressing the skin lightly as she did so, causing Bubbles to sigh softly as she resigned herself to her fate and let the sensations take control. As it was warm summer weather in Townsville at the time, the girls had all chosen not to wear tights, and instead opted to go around barefoot inside their customary Mary Janes. She wiggled her toes nervously as the relatively cool air greeted her now totally bare foot.
As the girls had matured, the Professor had foregone asking how their collective day had been, as he knew that they all liked to do things separately rather than be treated as a single unit. Buttercup's responses were usually limited to "OK" or "not bad", or on especially good days, "Today's been great, dad!" However, if asked in the early morning how she was feeling, she would simply mumble in response.
Blossom's answers were usually far longer than necessary, as she had not only on occasion tried to swallow a dictionary, but had actually managed it; the Professor had once invented a machine to increase people's word skills - it's effect on Blossom was to transform her speech into something resembling Mojo's Jojo's repetitive style (though by no means as severe as Mojo Jojo suffered when under incredible mental or physical stress).
For this reason, the Professor only asked either Blossom or Buttercup about their day if he was feeling particularly up to the challenge of dealing with the answer. However, he could usually understand Bubbles' answers, so his question was directed almost solely (no pun intended) to Bubbles: "So Bubbles, how was your day?"
"Oh, umm, it was pretty goo..." Bubbles began, but then trailed off as a single finger from Blossom's right hand stroked ever-so-gently up her sole before travelling back down her arch. Bubbles gasped slightly and bit her lip to stifle a giggle.
"Hmm?" Professor Utonium enquired as he looked up from his own bowl of ice cream which was already three-quarters empty, wondering why Bubbles had stopped mid-sentence. He couldn't understand why she seemed to be trying very hard not to laugh all of a sudden.
"Yeah Bubz. Tells us more," Buttercup added, jumping into the conversation, trying to get Bubbles talking again so they could turn her words into giggles when she least expected it. Bubbles again tried to extricate her foot from the dark-haired puff's grip, but the angle was completely wrong to do so. And Blossom's light tickling was slowly robbing her of her usual strength.
"Well, uh...lemme see...this morning we had aaaaaart...."at that moment, Blossom had moved to tickle under her toes, and had begun to pick up the pace somewhat. Bubbles was striving to hold back her giggles as long as possible, but knew her attempt would be fruitless. No fruit for Bubbles, not this time.
"...and of course I enjoyed...hehe....that, 'cos I got to draw....lots of cute, f-f-f-furry animals....haha..."
Her eyes were pleading with her sisters now, asking them to go lightly on her though she knew they wouldn't, not once they got started. It had long been common knowledge to Blossom and Buttercup that Bubbles was extremely ticklish; Blossom and Buttercup were also extremely sensitive, though not to the same degree as the publicly acclaimed "Joy and the laughter" of the three.
Bubbles tried squirming around, in the hope that she could wriggle her foot free of Buttercup's grasp and escape Blossom's tickling fingers. But unfortunately, she couldn't concentrate enough to manage this and just managed to bounce around in her seat as the tickling progressed and she felt more and more giggles welling up inside of her.
"Then we p-p-plahahahayed dodgeball at lunch, and I won 'cos...hehehe...Blossom tripped and knocked into BC a...and they both got hihihihit by the ball...hahaha..."
That was possibly the very worst thing Bubbles could've said at that moment as Blossom was mercilessly tickling around her toes. She moved back down again and started to write, with all five of her fingers, in the middle of Bubbles' sole "Bubbles is a very ticklish, naughty girl". Bubbles foot was shaking quite strongly by now, although it clearly wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and her toes were wiggling frantically in some feeble attempt to dispel the tickly sensations.
"...and then we got called out of aftern....afternoon lessons 'cos of the putty m-m-monster....hehehehehe....Daddy, can I be, hahaahaahaaa, excused?"
At this, Blossom put her spoon down and brought her left hand into the fray as she began to tickle along the back of Bubbles' knee as well. They were caught out now - when Bubbles didn't get up, their dad would know what was going on - so they might as well make the most of it in the remaining seconds. Buttercup also started stroking all around Bubbles foot with her other hand, determined were they to break Bubbles and make her laugh out loud before she could escape the table.
"Oh god...it tihihihihiiickles.....heheheheheeeee....hahahahaaa...quit it, guys....hey, no fair, not all at....eeeee! HahahahHAHAHAHA!" Finally, Bubbles managed to twist her leg and give it a sharp yank that caused the entire table to wobble momentarily, and Buttercup's glass of milk to spill over. Before the Professor could even begin to scold Buttercup for being so careless with her drink, Bubbles was gone in a streak of baby blue light, heading straight to her bedroom to retrieve a spare pair of shoes, as she had had to leave her other shoe behind under the dining table. While she had the time alone in her room (the Professor had separated their room into three smaller, but still each quite large rooms 2 years before) without her sisters coming in to bug her, she sat down on the bed and begun to think over what had just happened, before setting out the day's events in her diary.
To be continued in chapter 2, soon. I've already got the first 8 chapters written. 🙂 I hope no-one minds long chapters, as later chapters are even longer than this one (they are about 4-4.5 kilowords).
