The Powerpuff girls and MegaMan. MegaMan's new beggining

CHAPTER II: A DESTRUCTIVE GAME CALLED TAG

The sun rose over the horizon hopefully, the light shining into the girls' bedroom. The Professor approached, three of their dresses in hand. He noticed how at peace they seemed, soundly asleep, not aware of how dark the world was out there...

'Wake up, girls,' he said, causing all three of them to rise upwards, opening their eyes. 'Time for school.'

'What's school?' said Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup together, puzzled.

'This is school.' Closer to the city but still in the suburbs sat Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, a preschool for little kids. The Professor's car was pulled up at the side of the road, with the three girls and him at the open doorway to the building. Kneeling in front of them was a young, short-ish woman with brown pants, an orange shirt, red vest, and short black hair that resembled Buttercup's. 'I'm your teacher Ms. Keane, and this is where kids come to learn. See?'

She gestured towards the room, the girls following her gaze. It was full of kids their age seated at short blue tables in orange seats. Most were talking, a few were building a block castle, while two were playing with trucks, and one was even reading a book. Suddenly, a boy with a blue t-shirt and spiked brown hair stepped in front of them.

'Hey, you wanna play?' he asked. The girls looked at Ms. Keane, who nodded approvingly. They followed the boy into the classroom, giggling happily as they ran normally, no powers.

'Um,' hesitated Professor slowly, as Ms. Keane stood back up to his level, 'do you think they'll be okay?' Pausing briefly, he pressed on, fidgeting with his hands and gesturing as he spoke 'Because I'm new at this parenting this and I wanted to come and meet you and see them off on their first day, because they're special, I mean really special, and I just want to make sure they'll be okay. So, what do you think?' They looked towards the group of 20 or so children that littered the classroom. 'Do you think they'll be... okay?' The girls had already engaged eagerly with the classmates. Buttercup was playing with the trucks and cars with two other kids on the floor. Bubbles and two kids were chatting eagerly, playing with a toy scissors. Blossom had already picked up a book, and was talking to another female kid with a book under her arm.

'They'll be just fine, Professor,' said Ms. Keane coolly, flapping her hand briefly. 'We'll see you at noon.'

'Uh, okay,' he said nervously. 'Bye girls, bye!' he called to them suddenly. Rolling her eyes, Ms. Keane began pushing him out the door by the small of his back. 'Bye bye, bye, bye bye...' She then came back in, shutting the door after her.

'Okay class,' said Ms. Keane as she approached her desk. The Professor leaned by the window and waved a few more time in the background. 'Take your seats.

'Ms. Keane!' piped up a girl with tightly flipped brown hair. 'Can Blossom sit with us?' Blossom opened her mouth in joyful surprise.

'Can we sit with Bubbles?' asked a different girl with pigtailed brown hair like Bubbles' hair, pulling her onto a table that also included an oriental girl with perfectly swept black hair.

'Can Buttercup sit over here?' grunted a boy wearing a t-shirt that said "Mitch Rocks." Mitch gestured to the seat next to him, Buttercup looking up from the toy cars.

'The girls can sit right here in the middle,' said Ms. Keane, gently pushing Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup into three vacant seats in a table surrounded by all the other tables, 'so they'll be next to everyone.' All the kids cheered enthusiastically as Ms. Keane headed back to the chalkboard, the three girls looking really happy with themselves.

'Now, let's begin,' said Ms. Keane. She picked up a piece of chalk and began writing on the board, ready to begin that day's worth of lessons.

As the hours passed, the sun moved a little so the shadow on the clock shone further. Finally, at twelve, the shadow was twice as far north as it had been at nine o'clock. Just as the minute hand hit twelve, a knock resonated from the classroom's front door.

'Hello Professor,' said Ms. Keane as Professor opened it, waving enthusiastically, 'right on time!' She led him inside the classroom, not noticing that he was as much of an eager beaver as he had been that morning. 'Your girls are right outside with the other children.'

'Oh no,' exclaimed the Professor, noticing the state of the classroom. 'Look at this mess!' The classroom was in quite a state. Books were scattered all over the floor, with one hanging off the back of a chair. Most of the toys were scattered randomly too, as were loads of art utensils, a still-finished castle of building blocks, and loads of other things too; even a splatter of blue paint on the wall. 'Aw, I knew the girls would be a handful, but... I'm so sorry.'

'What, this?' questioned Ms. Keane, gesturing to the room at large. Scoffing briefly, she continued walking to the back door to the courtyard/playground, the Professor following her. 'This is what happens when you put 20 little kids in one room.' By that point, they were standing in the doorframe, looking out at the kids playing in all sorts of manners possible. 'Your girls were perfect,' continued Ms. Keane, smiling at the girls over in one corner. 'Perfect, normal, well behaved little girls.'

'Nothing out of the ordinary?' questioned Professor, lowering his head a little.

'No,' responded back Ms. Keane, slightly puzzled. 'Like what?'

While they were talking, over by the hopscotch made out of chalk, the three girls and another girl were heavily engaged. Bubbles steadied her arm and flung a piece of chalk onto the second square from her. She then hopped into the first one and straight into the second, no powers used at all.

'That was sweet!' remarked Blossom in delight. While the other girl watched with a happy expression, Buttercup seemed less than happy.

'What's the point of this game anyway?' pouted Buttercup, arms folded. Just as Bubbles adopted a similar pose to Buttercup in retaliation, Mitch snuck up behind the other girl that was with them.

'Tag!' he said, pushing her lightly in the back. 'You're It!" Just as he turned tail and ran, the girl laughed in happy amusement, and began running off in the same direction. As the three girls watched, everyone in the playground scattered, running in any direction away from the girl Mitch had touched, who was chasing anyone that got close to her.

'Wow!' said Blossom, watching the action. 'Everyone's running from that girl. It's like she's been infected.'

'Maybe she's a freak,' added in Buttercup.

'Yeah,' said Bubbles, watching as the girl pushed a different girl, who then began chasing everyone in the same manner, 'and they hate her.'

'Tag, you're It!' yelled the brown-haired girl who had been eager with Bubbles earlier that morning, touching Bubbles on the arm.

'Oh no!' recoiled Bubbles, making the girl who had touched her draw back slightly. 'I've been infected!'

'All right,' interjected Mitch's voice, it's owner walking up to the three of them, the girl who had touched Bubbles hovering awkwardly in the background, 'what's going on here?'

'I've been infected!' whined Bubbles again. Mitch slapped his own face in annoyance, clearly agitated.

'You're not infected!' he whined back at Bubbles, gesturing wildly. 'It's just a game!'

'It is?' said Bubbles, relaxing a little.

'Yeah,' responded Mitch, smiling.

'A game, neat!' added in Blossom happily.

'Yeah,' joined in Buttercup, 'how do we play?'

'Ugh,' moaned Mitch, slapping his face again. 'Okay, look, it's very simple.' He walked over to Bubbles, stopping beside Blossom. 'Bubbles, tag me.' He held out his arm, but Bubbles hesitated.

'Come on, its okay,' prompted Mitch. Very slowly, Bubbles reached out with her arm towards Mitch's. When she got close enough, she tapped his hand lightly and quickly withdrew her own, still a bit afraid.

'Alright,' said Mitch, holding up his arm and walking back the way he had come, stopping beside Buttercup. 'Now I'm It, and all's you's gots to do to play is tag someone else, and they're it,' he explained, touching Buttercup's chest, and running off.

'By the way,' he said, leaning back within a few feet and pointing at Buttercup, 'you're it!' Both he and the brown-haired girl then promptly ran away from Buttercup as fast as they could.

'Awesome, I'm It!' exclaimed Buttercup, swinging her arms wildly. 'What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?'

'Just tag someone else,' yelled Mitch as he ran across the playground, weaving around the other kids standing here and there, 'and they're it!'

There were two tense seconds of silence before Buttercup leaned her head forward, smiling. Realizing what she was thinking, Blossom and Bubbles lent back, smiling nervously at each other. Just as Buttercup turned towards them, they turned around and began running across the playground. Opening her mouth in excitement, Buttercup started giving chase, running after Blossom and Bubbles.

The two girls giggled happily as they ran at normal human speed, Blossom's hair swinging behind her as she ran. Mere feet behind them, however, Buttercup was catching up, despite running without powers like them. In fact, she wasn't putting in any huge strain at all.

Noticing this, Blossom put on a determined grin, leaning forward. 'Time to put it into overdrive, Bubbles!' The two of them lent forward, speeding up dramatically. They speed past the watching kids, along with Ms. Keane and Professor, all of whom could only watch in amazement.

Buttercup almost paused in surprise, but she overcame it, speeding up herself, to the same level as the other two, meaning she was gaining again. As a response, Blossom and Bubbles accelerated again, closing their eyes against the air as it whipped past them. Buttercup mimicked their actions as she shot past the kids and two adults, still dumbfounded. At this, the two runners really put it down, shooting past the watching kids a second time at a much greater speed.

Buttercup, looking a big peeved, really put power into her legs. Gradually, a green ray of light appeared behind her zipping form, leaving a "swoop" sound as she shot past, along with traces of fire as she went on. Buttercup finally caught up with the two of them. She lashed out at Bubbles with her arms suddenly, knocking her sideways out of her running path.

'Tag, you're It!' yelled Buttercup triumphantly, as Bubbles slid through the tarmac, breaking it up. She was headed straight for the school window –

A flash of white light, and she broke through it, scattering white blocks and broken glass everywhere. Ms. Keane, The Professor and the various kids cringed as the last of it settled down –

Only for them to cringe again as Bubbles burst out of the ceiling, coming back down in an arc, with blue light similar to Buttercup's behind her.

'I'm gonna tag you guys now!' she yelled as she approached the spot where Blossom and Buttercup stood –

Only for them, at the last second, to burst through the nearby gate onto the adjacent road, leaving Bubbles to smash into the tarmac again, creating a smoking crater. She slowly rose out of the crater, observing that not all had gone as she had wanted it to.

'Ha ha,' laughed Buttercup, 'you missed us!' Bubbles turned her head to face Blossom and Bubbles mere feet away. They blinked in surprise –

And shot away as Bubbles shot after them, flying right through a house and smashing all its windows into oblivion. From back in the school playground all one could see was the wreckage of their actions, along with hearing their loud voices, and the constant zoom sounds of them flying. 'Ha ha! Tag! You're It!' rang out Bubbles' voice suddenly from beyond the abomination that was once a house.

'No! No, I'm not!' cried out Blossom. Two trees behind the house fell over and out of sight, followed by laughter that could only belong to Buttercup. 'Tag, you're It!'

'Tag!' yelled Buttercup. Not only was another tree flung up into the air only to fall back down again, the same happened to a car. It must have exploded when it landed, for smoke and a fire flared up way in the distance.

'Missed me!' responded Blossom, just a cow, with its trademark cry, soared up and back down out of sight. 'No, you're it!'

'Missed me!' jeered back Buttercup, followed by more of the signature zoom sounds that accompanied their light trails, although nothing could be seen from here.

'Tag!' As Blossom said this, all the kids were still staring with absolute astonishment at the scene, their pupils stretched to their maximum area.

'Tag!' Bubbles laughed after her own statement. A few of the kids blinked, some of them with open mouths, one or two with their hands near their mouths. More laughter and zoom sounds followed.

'Gotcha!' cried out Buttercup suddenly. Near the gaping hole in the school, Ms. Keane and Professor were still staring along with everyone else. Slowly edging to the side, he smiled nervously before darting off back through the classroom to the school's front garden.

'Missed me!' Blossom seemed as excited as Bubbles by now. The Professor's car, it's driver piloting it, zoomed down the road as fast as it could go, it's license plate PRFDADY gleaming against the sun on the horizon.

'Weee!' cried out Bubbles and she and Buttercup zoomed over a sign that read "You Are Now Leaving The City Of Townsville," with a perfect photo of the city's skyscrapers. All of a sudden, Blossom burst through the sign, leaving a gaping hole as she continued her pursuit, currently It.

'Girls, no!' cried out Professor as his car zoomed past the debris left from the sign. 'Wait!'

Near a high level of a high building, one could see two streaks of light, one blue, one green, zooming out from the outskirts. Suddenly, Buttercup and Bubbles flew around the building's corner. Right behind them was the pink streak that was Blossom, though she took the liberty of going around the building the other way, thereby gaining a lead on them. Her bow blew backwards as she zoomed around a block, flying lower but gaining speed, determination on her face.

Zooming right behind her sisters towards a T-junction, they suddenly shot right, and she followed suit. The two runners zipped around a fountain on a crossroads and off, Blossom right behind them. Their light streaks moved like they were highly-rendered pixels, a series of blocky movements whilst streaming left. Their next zoom consisted of a U-turn around a big building that swept a lonesome car up into their air-drift. Indeed, the vacuum was so powerful that it dragged all manners of debris alongside the car, from paper sheets to garbage, cones, post-boxes, cellphones and even a few computers. Just as the air suction moved off, a red ball bounced down at its rear.

Finally, as Blossom was really gaining some distance, Buttercup and Bubbles veered left and right respectively. Blossom gasped. Losing altitude, she dug her feet into the ground, creating sparks as the tarmac was ripped. She slowly grinded to a halt at the very end of the T-junction. Two adjacent colored onlookers, one male and one female, jumped slightly upon seeing Blossom finally stop.

Raising a hand to her head, she focused her super hearing, hearing both Buttercup's laughter and Bubbles taunting 'Can't catch me!' Blossom looks left, then right, then left again, stopping at right. Crossing her eyes, she finally zooms out of the scene, leaving the onlookers bewildered –

However, they soon screamed and fled, as a grinding noise approached. With an almighty CRASH, the windswept car smashed straight into the building, right next to initials that read "801." Building cement was scattered as it folded clean in two, although only person saw this. The Professor's car screeched up to the corner, his focus on the distant streak that was Blossom, and not directly on the fire inside the wreaked automobile, or the bent lamppost next to it.

'Oh no...' he said, worry all over his face. The red ball from earlier bounded up behind his car and rebounded off it in a different direction.

Now running on the ground, Blossom zoomed down so fast that her arms were half-folded in, turning right, left, right, all the while a focused grin plastered on her head. As she ran, the path on the road behind her cracked up into a glowing orange, with it afterwards breaking up, leaving a path cut into the road. She was now a pink blur, leaving a path of debris in her wake that zigzagged rather like a zebra's stripes.

Meanwhile, nearby, Buttercup shot through the air carelessly. Just as Blossom shot down a three-way intersection, Buttercup turned left past her. Swiveling around, Blossom pursued down Buttercup's path.

The red-haired girl worked her arms furiously as she pursued Buttercup's flying streak, above and in front of her. They veered right, left, left again, then a sharp right.

On a busy road, inside a black van, a tall, young, long-haired male driver and his companion, a shorter, fatter black-haired fellow, were at ease. Until the two girls zoomed past them into busy traffic! Crying out in shocked voices, the driver skidded left, smashing right into a music store windowpane, with various glass fragments scattered everywhere. This went unnoticed by Blossom, who shot between and around several cars, breaking some. Looking back behind her, she admired her handiwork, but gasped again upon seeing a huge traffic jam that she was approaching fast! Winding through a gap, she scaled a few feet up the building at the side, now smashing glass instead of tarmac. As she shot down the street at a sideways angle, the glass fell behind her in a trail.

'Weee!' cried out Bubbles yet again, eyes closed and arms outstretched as she zoomed past Blossom. Turning her eyes, the smart one slowed down and returned to ground level at the block's corner. Concentrating, she located Bubbles' desired direction, looping around the stationary cars, briefly on the parallel buildings, heading back the way she had come.

Pursuing the motion-blurred blue streak that Bubbles was producing, Blossom ended up scaling a full three blocks before she suddenly halted at an empty T-junction, looking from right to left and back again with a wide open mouth. Rapidly, the pink-eyed girl zoomed down an adjacent street, then another one, finally stopping at yet another T-junction.

Briefly scanning sideways, Blossom then looked upwards, smirking. Her pupils shrank, with a sound similar to a lens instrument focusing in on a distant object, focusing in on a giant glass dome ball perched atop a tall yellow building that greatly resembled a disco ball, the surrounding streets reflected in it. A thin blue streak whizzed, Tron-style, around the various turns and twists. Blossom saw that she was headed straight for a stairway that led underground, which might have been several blocks away, but which lead to an underground train line.

'Subway, huh?' commented Blossom dryly, re-diluting her pupils to normal size. Scoping out the nearest Subway entrance, which was mere yards away, Blossom shot down the "Subway East" tunnel. Spiraling in a brightly-colored streak, she traversed the platform and spun down the empty metro line. At the same time, blissfully unaware of Blossom's plan, Bubbles closed in on the West Subway entrance, still with her arms out and eyes closed.

Blossom looped through the tunnel, leaving a scorched looping trail in the cylindrical walls of the train tunnel. She finally exited West Subway, standing confidently at the entrance. Bubbles noticed her within a tenth of a second. Yelping, the blond-haired girl skidded to a halt on the ground in the same manner that Blossom had previously done. However, it still wasn't enough to stop her finally ceasing movement only two inches in front of Blossom.

'Tag,' said Blossom, touching Bubbles' hand and thereby ending her almost two-minute stint as It in the game. She then floated up into the air, away from Bubbles. 'You're It!' To emphasize her point, she stuck out her tongue, joining the small speck that was Buttercup high above.

On Bubbles' part, she seemed to take this in slowly, judging by how she thought briefly, before looking cross-eyed –

Only to blast off, at intense velocity, straight into the sky, forming a noticeable crater in the ground much like her first one, scattering the tarmac chunks everywhere. Just as the chunks smashed into neighboring buildings, Professor drove onto the scene. Looking out the window, he gasped.

'There they are –' His sentence was cut short when he drove into the crater left by Bubbles. His car flipped out and, amazingly, landed perfectly. Professor remained motionless as the red ball returned out of nowhere and bounced off Professor's white automobile yet again. Simultaneously, Blossom and Buttercup stopped right next to the glass ball from before, which belonged to the Olive Corp.

'Watch out, here she comes!' cried Blossom suddenly. She and Buttercup split in different directions, narrowly missing Bubbles. Not having enough time to skid to a halt, Bubbles instead backpedaled off the glass globe, tipping it over enough to break the narrow base. Just as the girls giggled from their fun, the glass globe fell to the streets below.

The nearby pedestrians screamed and scattered as the globe smashed onto the street, smashing off its spike as it rolled away. With the reflection sliding in and out of focus as it rolled along, the globe consistently smashed off of numerous shops, knocking wall fragments off as it bumped back-and-forth, like a pinball.

As Blossom and Buttercup, back together, curved around various buildings, Bubbles smashed off of their tops in her course, denting aerials and twisting air vents, as she followed them back down to street level.

Just as the glass globe rolled past the rear of a traffic jam, Blossom and Buttercup veered upwards from the cars. Bubbles, however, was too late, hitting the road with such impact that the road curled upwards, like a tidal wave. In sequence, all the cars were flipped into the air as the wave of asphalt hit them. Ahead of this, Bubbles pursued Blossom back to sky level. Once they were gone, Buttercup peeked her head out from behind the corner. Moving out onto the road, she saw Bubbles' streak chasing Blossom's, still bashing off of buildings. She chuckled, unaware of the incoming tarmac wave.

'Ha, suckers –' Were Buttercup's last words before the wave reached her, flipping her into the air, narrowly missing a flying acid green car. At the very height of her climb, still wearing a blank expression, she was touched by Bubbles, who shot out of nowhere.

'Tag, you're It!' she whooped, just as Blossom appeared next to them.

'You know,' said a smooth-talking gentleman to a woman sitting on the couch next to him, inside a high-class swank-looking home high above the city, completely unaware that the green car that barely missed Buttercup was heading straight for his window, 'I've got a nice car –'

Below, the Professor looked up from the steering wheel upon hearing the impact. The car stuck out of the glass, as the shards rained down upon Professor's windshield, making him cringe. However, he blinked heavily upon seeing the girls in the air.

Blossom and Bubbles seemed to be taunting Buttercup, judging by their giggling and her pointed, angry expression. 'Tag, you're It!' they both shouted before shooting off.

'Hey!' cried Buttercup, throwing up her arms before she shot after them. Blossom and Bubbles disappeared behind a post-modern style building, just before Buttercup appeared in front of it. She stopped dead, staring up at the plain building, decked in various shades of blue. She looked left and right, giving out a banshee scream as she realized she'd lost them. Clearly agitated, she blasted right through the building and the next two ones.

'She'll never find us up here,' said Blossom happily. She and Bubbles were standing atop a Seattle Space Needle lookalike. However, Buttercup was closing in, smashing through three more buildings.

'Do you hear something?' Blossom's statement was interrupted when Buttercup crashed through a sign labeled "gas" atop a gasoline station. The resulting explosion resulted in a massive fireball which trailed Buttercup as she closed in on the giant needle.

'Whoa!' yelped the two of them together. 'Run!' They turned and tried to skid away, but only sent the circular support into a spiral before Buttercup reached them, tapping them both simultaneously.

'Tag!' cried the tomboy-like girl as the fireball flared up behind them, their shadows cast against it. 'You're both It!'

'Hey!' interjected Blossom, floating up a foot next to Buttercup, Bubbles between the two, while the explosion continued to expand behind them. 'We can't both be It!'

'Why not?' said Buttercup. The explosion's glow had subsided, a powerful fire cackling in the background.

'Tag,' said Bubbles suddenly, touching Blossom's chest.

'What?' yelled back Blossom, even more frustrated. 'I can't be It twice!'

'Why not?' asked Bubbles. Blossom paused temporarily, her expression not one of confusion.

'Okay then,' she said, floating just above them and touching them both. 'Tag. Now you guys are It!'

'Tag,' said Buttercup instantly, prodding Bubbles.

'Tags,' responded Bubbles just as quick, getting them both together.

'Hey, no tag-backs!' snapped Buttercup. She then proceeded to jab Blossom. 'Tag!'

'Tag!' said Blossom, tagging Bubbles.

All three of them rotated mega-fast around in a circle, tagging each other repeatedly whilst yelling out the word 'Tag!' over and over. Back down on the street, Professor swerved his car around a corner, through street debris, finally skidding to a halt, letting out an involuntary gasp. Through the three holes in the buildings left by Buttercup, he could see them atop the Space Needle, along with the fire blazing behind and below them on the gas station.

'You're It! No, you're It!' Stopping their spinning games, the girls shot off yet again. Cringing at this, Professor swept his car after them, veering left.

As smoke drifted from the fire blazing atop the gas station, the girls' trails moved rapid fast around the city, their giggles puncturing the air that only provided a view to the numerous holes in buildings, smashed property lines, littered debris everywhere and other numerous forms of destruction.

And one person was watching this. Through the window into Townsville Hall's main office, a large room with exquisite decor, a short bald man with a white mustache, a black top hat and a monocle. His attention was completely held by the actions the girls were doing all over the city. Although we couldn't see his face, his posture showed that he meant serious business.

'Oh boy.' He threw the doors to the office open, an angry look plastered on his face. A sash across his chest read "Mayor."

'Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.' He scuttled his feet down the red carpet, his fists clenched, with the eye that didn't have a monocle clenched shut as always.

At the same time, the girls were weaving around each other constantly, the game's order indistinguishable anymore, saying "Tag" and "You're It!" Professor was driving as fast as he could, following the girls luminous trails. The Mayor marched through another set of double doors, walking past a line of architectural white columns. 'Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.'

The girls were still doing the same, smiles plastered on their faces. Professor screeched his car around debris and Bubbles' crater from earlier.

'Oh boy,' said the Mayor as he came out onto indoor steps leading down onto the major atrium.

'Oh boy is right, Mayor,' said Ms. Sara Bellum, the Mayor's assistant, dropping in beside him out of nowhere, matching his pace, a clipboard in hand and a huge bush of orange hair concealing her face. She was dressed in a sexy red outfit, and had a low, attractive voice. 'It's terrible; the town is being destroyed by three girls with freakish powers! This is a very serious situation. What action do you propose we take?'

'Tag, Tag, Tag!' yelled the girls, weaving their way around each other, unknowingly headed straight for City Hall. The Professor was less than a block behind them at this point, drawing even closer, panic all over his face.

Inside the Professor's house, is the robot boy Mega-Man. He still looks like he is sleeping, but like Blossom, he also has super hearing, listening to the girls saying tag, over and over again

'Don't worry gentleman,' said Ms. Bellum, at a crowd of businessmen and attorneys crowded around the Mayor and her as they proceeded further down the Atrium, people running everywhere in the chaos. 'The Mayor and I have the situation under control!'

'Oh boy,' muttered Mayor as one of the businessmen shoved a paper anxiously in Sara's face.

'I know, sir!' said Ms. Bellum angrily. Meanwhile, the girls were drawing closer to Townsville Hall, while Professor swerved around the wreckage of the orange car from before.

'Oh boy,' said Mayor yet again, as the doors to Townsville Hall burst open and they all flied out, yelling angrily.

'You tell them, Mayor!' added Ms. Bellum, even more businessmen surrounding the two politicians now. 'Townsville will not stand for this kind of behavior!'

Professor finally moved his car out onto the read leading directly to the hall. He gasped upon seeing the girls flying above him, their trails approaching the hall.

'Uh, Mayor, hello?' gestured Ms. Bellum as she and the crowd followed him down the right white block right next to the hall, behind the tall white columns. The businessmen were even more anxious and worried now. 'City being destroyed? Where are you going?'

'Oh boy!' said the Mayor one final time, his thoughts still held by wherever he was headed. The tension was similarly increasing both for the girls, who had reached maximum speed, and also for the Professor, who could now see where they were going.

'Mayor, what are you doing?' ranted Ms. Bellum. 'We're in a serious pickle!'

'Exactly!' said the Mayor, stopping right in front of a food cart, and making the group stop mid-stride, almost falling over.

The girls' light streaks were now less than 100 meters from the Mayor. 'Girls, no!' cried Professor, to little avail.

The Mayor coughed politely, his eyes on the vendor who was busying himself behind the cart that read "Cucor's Pickles," while the people behind him stood back up again 'Hello...'

The vendor, Cucor, crouched out of sight briefly before standing up. He looked identical to the Mayor, but with green overalls, a black mustache and an Italian hat. 'Helloo,' he drawled in a friendly Italian accent.

Tilting his head, the Mayor raised a hand. 'The usual, Cucor?' he queried. Little did the short man know that the girls were laughing just down the road, veering even closer.

Cucor made an approving smacking sound with his lips, moving his hand off of his bumpy, pickle-like nose. 'Ahh, yes,' he said, leaning behind the cart, 'I have a fine vintage for you here.' He looked back at the Mayor, an even bigger smile hidden by his mustache. 'Picked fresh today!'

Cucor, with a pair of tongs, lifted a moist green pickle into the air. 'Oh boy!' said the Mayor with huge enthusiasm, watching the brine dripping off of the vegetable.

The girls were saying too many words at once to hear them fully, weaving around each other as fast as sound. The Mayor started to lift the pickle towards his mouth, opening wide.

The girls drew even closer, tagging and rolling sideways, acting just like little children playing their favorite game. The Mayor stretched his mustached lips even wider as the pickle drew within six inches.

The girls shot over the frontal steps of the Town Hall, their eyes not averted to where they were headed. The Mayor had brought the pickle within an inch now, and was slowly moving it closer. The girls were heading straight for Cucor's pickle cart –

With an explosion that created enough smoke to shield the impact, the girls crashed straight into the food cart. The smoke faded away to reveal Ms. Bellum and the businessmen out cold a few feet away, with both Mayor and Cucor, who was slumped over what used to be a pickle cart, similarly unconscious in the crater where the girls lay. They giggled over and over, unaware of hearing the sound of a car screeching to a halt nearby, nor the sound of a man jogging over.

'Girls, girls,' breathed Professor heavily as he stopped next to them, looking down at them with heavy worry. 'Are you okay?'

With still astounding energy, all three leapt up, nabbing his together. 'Tag! You're It, Professor!' They laughed, while he let his arms slump by his side.

The Mayor lay there in the crater, surrounded by numerous dirty and decapitated pickles that had burst from the cart. While the girls continued to laugh, the destruction on the Hall alone remained evident, with a gaping hole into the place where the impact had occurred. And not just there. Moving out from the hall, the damage was evident everywhere. Past the Professor's sleek white car, which was parked next to the front steps, holes were poking out of building at every turn. Upturned cars littered the ground. Rubbish stuck to everything. The people were oddly scarce too, seeing as most had fled to safety upon seeing the flying streak that was the girls. The street remained quiet until the glass globe that Blossom had used to catch Bubbles, and which Bubbles had subsequently knocked over, came out of an adjacent street. At a very slow speed, it bumped off the building wall, denting it heavily in the process, whilst also setting off a nearby car alarm.

And from a distance far enough that one could see the whole of the city, along with the surrounding suburbs and outskirts, the true extent of the damage to the city was evident. Virtually every structure, from skyscrapers to those only a story tall, was pockmarked with house-sized holes. Then, at the city's side, the Space Needle's building top finally gave way. Letting off a bit of smoke, it fell to the ground like an oversized dart.

The City looked like it had been subjected to half an apocalypse. As darkness returned, the mood of the place similarly lowered.

All because off three super-powered little girls.