should I be using their fake names? Bridget tell, Bonnie, and Bu to describe their actions? Or their real names? When someone speaks of course I'll use their fake names. I don't know. Gimme an opinion.

The Rowns sister's were humbled by their loss of the unofficial round two. Their sloppily applied make-up corrected, their hair brushed neatly and now a tube of glue being applied to their fingernails.

Permanent fake nails weren't as much of a threat to a superhuman, but it was still embarrassing to hear Buttercup cackle. While a girl painted little purple squids in top-hats on Boomers nails. Sealing them on with glitter.

"Thanks sweet-pea..." Boomer tried weakly, but nothing had gotten the reaction sugar tits had.

Butch glowed at the little fake nails. He couldn't move until the glue was dry, they'd told him. Brick was right. This could be a great night, and while he didn't want to see the end of it just yet, he sure would like it to consist of less- the girl in front of him smiled sweetly. This.

Grumbling to herself, Bubbles set about smoothing Spackle, over the chard streak on the ceiling. Her blood pressure had leveled out some. And she did enjoy watching the boys be forced, to actually uphold some basic standards. Still. Something had to be done to further remind them, they were her bitches tonight.

"I think this holo-glitter magenta is too watered down." The girl in front of Brick explained. "Personally I would have a base layer I'm white first to really make this pop."

"Uh-huh." He repeated emptily.

"Ooh I know!" And just like that she got up and ran out. Brick started to get up and move on to grander exploits. Like telling Buttercup she reminded him of his dump.

Faster than a blink, Bubbles darted down from the ceiling. Sticking the flat blade, of the spackle tool at him threateningly. She gave a warning glare. "I think Ashley isn't done with your nails."

He smirked at her, ice breath freezing her had to the spackle tool in one almost imperceptible huff. "There's only two fingers she hasn't painted." He showed her his blank middle fingers, sans, any of his other fingers.

Ashley reappeared with a bowl of water. Bubbles returned his devious smirk and turned away.

"Now this method takes like forever to dry, but it's so pretty. It's called water marbling."

Brick groaned and spaced out, as the girl went on about nail art for the next ten minutes.

In another informal huddle the Powerpuff girls gloated. "We should make Boomer wear a bra." Bubbles seethed manically.

"Or we could hit one of those things and see if it explodes!" Buttercup added.

Gritting her teeth at the thought, Blossom chose to ignore Buttercups suggestion. "A bra isn't a bad idea. " She breathed deeply.

"We could make them wear high heels, nylons, thongs!" Bubbles half-shrieked in a sort of panicked happy voice.

"A bra isn't a bad idea." Blossom repeated, sounding a bit less sure about it.

Buttercup glared across the room. Butch had darted into their closet. "He's up to something."

Aaand that's all I've got. Whoops.