I know I should probably finish my other stories first, but I promised a sequel didn't I? (No, but I am now.) Plus the 5 inches of snow that we just got is motivation enough. Let's do this! Without further adieu, Snow Day!

Buttercup frowned as every single school in the district flashed by under the school closings on the television screen except her elementary school. They had been bombed with almost 16 inches of snow the night before, adding on to the 5 inches they already had. She had been camping out in the living room since about 6:00am even though she didn't have to be up until 8:00am.

She never thought that she would be grateful for the green gingerbread man pjs her nanna had gotten her, but they were keeping her warm. Which was the main intention. She had everything she needed for her camp out in the living room. Green blanky? Check. Bag of poptarts? Check. Yeah, that was about it.

Buttercup flipped through the channels, hoping that when she flipped bAck to the news, that Pokey Oaks Elementary school would be a part of the school closings. The channel landed on one of her favorite cartoons - LEGO Ninjago. She watched a minute of it, but flipped back to the news when it ended up being a rerun.

Her green blanky was cozy and she would hate to leave it. Second grade was cool, but there was only so much she could take before she broke down into hysterics. Besides, it was a Friday. Not like anything was going on anyways. Then she'd have an extended three day that sounded pretty good.

Setting down the remote, Buttercup was ready to give up hope. Face the fact that she had to go to her stupid second grade classroom for a numbing 8 hours. Promising herself she'd only watch it once more, she leaned back on the couch.

The house was dark. No lights were on except for the flickering of the tv screen. The only sound in the house was the soft footsteps of her mom getting ready for work in her room up stairs. Buttercup glanced to her left where the drapes were drawn. If the material wasn't so thick, she would have been able to see straight into the Jojo's house. She wondered if Butch was up next door, watching for the school closings. She wouldn't be surprised if he was.

A sudden jolt of excitement coursed through her body when Pokey Oaks Elementary flashed across the screen. "Yes!" She exclaimed happily, jumping up. She bolted up the stairs, and burst into the bedroom she shared with Blossom. Their room was dark—obviously—except for the slight glow that shined through their gauzy curtain from Brick and Butch's window next door. Buttercup smirked, knowing that Butch had roused Brick from his sleep, judging from the light next door. She knew her green friend well.

Flicking on the light, the green-eyed eight-year-old was greeted by a mound of pink blankets and pillows on Blossom's bed. Only a tuft of Blossom's orange hair stuck out from the cave of blankets. Blossom tensed when the light flicked on.

"Blossom~!" Buttercup sang from the doorway.

Blossom burrowed farther into her home-made tent. "Hmmm?"

Buttercup frowned. She crept closer to Blossom's bed, deciding to pull an annoying sister stunt. She clibed onto Blossom's bed, the frame creaking under her weight as she bounced softly at the foot of the bed. When the attempt failed with Blossom crawling deeper into her blanket-cacoon, Buttercup stood up and jumped harder. "Blossy pants! Get up!"

The house sounded like it was going to cave in, but Buttercup was having to much fun being annoying. "Wake up, Pinky!"

With a frustrated huff, Blossom threw back her covers. She sat up in bed wearing pink, red, and black plaid pj pants and a pink gymnastics sweatshirt and her orange hair was frizzy. An annoyed scowl was on her face and a book marked by her finger about halfway through was in her hand. A flashlight lay beside her. "What Buttercup?"

Buttercup acknowledged the book with disgust. Ever since Blossom learned how to read the previous year, she used alot of her spare time with books. "You're up?"

Blossom clicked off the flashlight and marked her page. Her wild hair stood straight up in some places. "Just getting some reading in before school."

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Eww. Books."

Blossom snorted, placing her book on her bedside table. Yanking back her covers, she slid her bare feet onto the white bedroom carpet. She made a move to get up, but Buttercup, who was still standing up on her bed, kicked her back dow, Blossom shot her a glare. "What are you doing?"

Buttercup huffed. Crossing her arms, she fell onto her butt, the pink and peach colored blankets cushioning her follow. "Chill out, dude. We don't have school today."

"We what?" Blossom asked.

"Read my lips," Buttercup responded slowly, as if she were speaking to an infant—or Bubbles. "Snow day. No school."

Blossom fell back on her pillow. "Good. I could use more sleep, i guess."

This time Buttercup snorted. "You need sleep? I'm the one who's been up since 6 o'clock watching the school closings."

Blossom snuck a peak at the analog clock on her table. It read 7:34am. "Whoah, BC. Talk about dedication."

Buttercup tried grasping for what the word meant. "Whatever that means..." she finally said.

Brushing some hair off of her neck, Blossom sunk into the softness of her blankets. "Do ya wanna try and sleep a bit more?"

Buttercup nodded, bounding over to the light switch as her sister pulled her covers back over her legs snugly. Once the lights were off, she leapt into bed.

Closing her eyes, Blossom tried allowing her mind to slip back into unconciousness. She frowned, her bubblegum eyes fluttering open. Her body was to awake, her brain too active. Even counting sheep hadn't worked, though she had suspected it wouldn't have helped much anyways. She decided to let her mind drift more out to the book she was reading, when Buttercup interrupted her thoughts asking, "Blossom?"

"Yeah?" Blossom answered, her voice soft but wide awake.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither." They layed in silence for another moment. "Cartoons?" Blossom suggested.

Buttercup grinned, reaching for the tv remote that was restin gon her own bedside table. Clicking on the tv, the two sisters were greeted by the loud blaring of the Channel 4 News.

Blossom ducked her head undewr her pillows. "Turn it off!" she shouted over Kathy Joplin's booming voice.

Buttercup fumbled for the remote to turn down the volume. "I'm trying!" she shot back. She supposed that she should have been worried about not waking up her other two sisters and her dad, but the only thing that came to mind was, "Why is Gregory Antoine wearing a tie with salmon all over it?"

"Give it to me!" Blossom commanded, throwing her pillow onto the floor. She lunged for the remote and instinctivly found the volume, cranking it down to 7%.

Buttercup pouted mildly. "No wonder Brick nicknamed you Blossy."

The pink eight-year-old glared at Buttercup. "With all the TV you watch, i'd expect you'd have the entire remote memorized."

Buttercup's eye twitched. "With all the books you read, i'd thunk that you'd have the dictionary memorized."

"It's 'think' not 'thunk.'"

"There it is!" Buttercup sighed.

Blossom rolled her eyes. "Just put something on." She dropped the remote into Buttercup's lap.

"Don't be so bossy..." Buttercup muttered under her breath. Blossom crawled back onto her bed. Buttercup proceeded to flip through the channels. "Hey, do you think that Family Guy or South Park would be on?"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No. Why."

Blossom groaned. "Those shows are bad. They talk about grown up things."

Buttercup leaned back on her heels. "Like what?"

Blossom's eyes got small. "Uhhh...i cant tell you."

"See! It's not bad."

"Okay fine. You know the stuff they're always drinking in the bottles and then acting all stupid?" Buttercup nodded. "Thats alcohol. They're getting drunk..."

Buttercup made a face. "Uhhh..."

Blossom nodded. "Put something else on."

Buttercup shrugged it off. "As long as it's not Disney Channel."

"Be careful saying that around Bunny."

"It's true though. Everything on Disney is crap." Buttercup maintained. She finally settled for Adventure Time.

"Not Gravity Falls." Blossom stated flatly. Out the window, the sun was beginning to rise, giving the sky that inky blue color.

Buttercup's eye twitched again. "Okay you got me. Gravity Falls is pretty good."

A light knock on their bedroom door filled the room. Blossom and Buttercup both looked at the door.

Without waiting for an answer, the door eased open to reveal a pair of aqua blue eyes and lilac purple ones. Bubbles pushed the door open farther, she and Bunny filing into the room. Bubbles' blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, tangled and knotted. She was dressed in a blue long sleeved shirt with a snowman on the front and the blue cotton pj pants with white dots of various sizes on them. Octy, her purple octopus doll, was tucked under her arm.

Bunny had her arms crossed, but she was fighting off a yawn. Her short brown hair was pulled up in a lopsided and messy ponytail. She was wearing a purple and pink plaid pj pants and a purple bathrobe over the white t-shirt she was wearing.

"Well, can we help you?" Buttercup asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

"It's a school day. What are you still doing in bed?" Bunny wondered tiredly.

Bubbles pushed Bunny aside as she jumped up on Blossom's bed. "Forget that! I wanna watch Adventure Time!"

"Wha?" Bunny stuttered confused.

"Duh! No school, Buns." Butercup told her.

Bubles eyebrows shot up. "From the snow?"

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "No. From the tornado. Of course the snow!"

"What episode are we watching?" Bunny asked. She shuffled over to Buttercup's bed. There the two sat on the end of the bed.

"Uh, What Was Missing." Blossom said.

"Oh good! Marceline is in this one." Buttercup grinned.

Bubbles pouted. "I wish Flame Princess was in this one. That would be an epic episode."

Blossom rolled her eyes. "PB is better."

"Nuh-uh!" Bubbles shot back.

"One more degrade about Princess Bubblegum, and you're outta here!" Blossom threatened.

Bubbles mumbled something about her being so bossy and mean, but stayed quiet.

Bunny scratched her wrist. "I wish LSP was in more. She is ridiculously funny."

"LSP is weird." Buttercup said. Her grin got wider. "She's awesome."

After a few episodes, the door creaked open and their dad's head popped in. The triplets and Bunny whipped their heads toward the door. "Girls, the boys are down stairs. They wanted to see if you wanted to—how did they put it? Hang out?"

Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup shared a look before they bolted down the stairs, pushing past their dad. Their feet pounded against the stairs, the house booming. Bubbles tried combing the tangles out of her hair. Blossom rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Buttercup dropped the green blanket from her shoulders. Bunny tagged along, not worrying about how she looked. Chilling at their kitchen table nonchalantly, sat Brick, Boomer, Bubbles, and Brady. Their snow gear was hung up by the door.

Brick was wearing a red sweatshirt with a yin-yang symbol on the front, and comfortable looking blue jeans. His long orange hair was tied back in a ponytail with a red beanie. His face was flushed from the walk outside.

Butch had on a dark green sweatshirt with Jojo stitched on the back and grey sweatpants. His jet black hair was spiked up using a scented hair gel that Buttercup couldn't quite place, but it smelled good.

Boomer had on a turquoise t-shirt with a dark blue zip-up jacket over the top and black sweatpants. His golden blonde hair was a darker shade and damp, most definitely from the snow. His cheeks were red from the cold.

Brady wore a violet long sleeved shirt with a pocket on the front and he had on jeans. His chestnut brown hair was longer and shaggier than he kept it in the summer, most of the time falling in his eyes.

All of the boys stood up when the four girls glided into the chilly kitchen.

"Ello, ladies! Fancy cold whether we're having, yes? Snow is quite lovely this time of year!" Boomer greeted in a British accent. Bubbles giggled.

Blossom took a half step closer to Brick. "Explanation, please?"

Brick shoved his hands in his hoody pocket. "Guy thinks he's European."

"Mademoiselle." Taking Bubbles hand, Boomer planted a kiss on the top of her hand.

Bubbles giggled again. "You're pretty good." She madly tried straightening her hair, but she wasn't having any luck.

Boomer straightened his stance. "I've been working on my British accents!"

Brick scoffed. "Yeah, genius. You switched to French."

"Well I think you're all nerds." Butch stated, running a hand up his hair. His volcano styled hair was his pride. It was the only thing he had, ever since his dreams of being a plumber were repeatedly shut down. Saggy pants sounded like a good deal to him.

"No one cares, Butch." Buttercup leaned to her right, bumping into Butch. He grinned, pushing her back gently.

Dad walked halfway down the stairs. "Girls?"

"Yeah?" The four harmonized together.

"Since I'm working from home today, I'll be up in my room. Mom will be home later. Be good, but if you need anything I'll be upstairs." Dad explained,meaning on the stair rail.

"Okay, Dad." Buttercup said.

"Hey Mr Utonium," Brady waved.

Mr Utonium waved back awkwardly. "Brady. Butch, Brick, Boomer. How's it going?"

Brick shrugged. "Better then any other day."

Mr Utonium scratched his chin. "Oh really? Whys that?"

"We don't have school today." Butch said.

Mr Utonium chuckled. "Of course! I should've know. Anyway, have fun kids." He walked back up the stairs, the sounds of his footsteps receding to his bedroom. The door closed and the knob clicked.

"When did you guys find out about the snow day?" Bunny wondered out loud, not really addressing anyone.

Butch shrugged. "I camped out in the living room since 5:30 waiting for that school closing."

"I was there too!" Brady muttered from beside Bunny. Bunny—the only person who heard him—patted his back sympathetically.

"Sometimes it seemed bleak, but I never gave up hope!" Butch made a fist, holding it over his heart. His expression made it seem like he was fake getting emotional.

Bunny and Brady clapped slowly. "You're so motivational, Butch." Brady said sarcastically.

"You're my hero." Brady added with mock enthusiasm.

Stretching her arms behind her head, Buttercup smirked. "Well, I was up at 5:00."

"Always making everything a competition, eh love?" Boomer asked, supplying a fake accent...again.

"I ain't your love!" Buttercup snapped back.

"that's just what British people say, BC." Bubbles clarified gently.

"You told me 6:00." Blossom said confused.

Buttercup shot her a hateful glare. "Shut up, Blossom!"

Brick and Butch laughed. "Busted!" Butch snorted.

Buttercup turned on her heel. "Whatever!"

"She'll be fine, darlings." Bubbles said cheerfully in a horrible British accent.

Bunny covered her ears. "My delicate brain can't take this!"

"You're just jealous that we're better at it than you, mate." Boomer retorted, this time in an Australian accent.

"Oh my word!" Brady exclaimed,slapping his fore head with the heel of his hand.

"This is ridiculous!" Butch growled.

"Hey look it! Butchy knows a word bigger than cat." Buttercup mumbled.

"Why does everyone degrade my smart-acle-ness?" Butch demanded sourly.

"Perhaps, Sir Butch, that it may have to do with you setting your heart on being a plumber?" Bubbles suggested in a Scottish accent. Butch blushed slightly.

"My brain is going to explode..." Brady grumbled.

"Or maybe the fact that 'smart-acle-ness' isn't a real word." Brick said.

Butch crossed his arms in a pout as Buttercup, Brady, and Bunny burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Lady Bubbles, what is your taking on the lovely snowfall this day?" Boomer chirped in another horrible assortment of accents, though this one didn't really match up with any country in the world.

Brick mildly wondered if his blonde brother was speaking Boomonese, the ancient language of Boomers.

"Shut up, Boomer!" Buttercup shouted.

"You're talking like Shakespear!" Bunny agreed. Brady was playing with his thumbs beside her. She smiled, finding his being shy rather ...cute.

"All these bad vibes are making my hair flat." Butch crooned, sounding like your old school hippies.

"Butch!" Buttercup scolded.

"what I do?"

Boomer and Bubbles laughed. "He sounded like a hippy!" Bubbles laughed, gasping for breath.

"You traitor!" Brady said to his brother.

Butch stood with a dumbfounded look on his face. "what the heck is going on?"

"Thats what i wanted to know..." Brick muttered, running a hand down his hair.

Inhaling exasperatedly, Blossom turned away from the Accent War. Instead, she made her way to the cupboards near the stove. The sound of footsteps behind brought her attention to Brick. Her hands flew to her hair. "Oh gosh. My hair looks like a dead cat."

Brick cracked a smile. "I would say fox 'cause they're orange, but cat works."

Blossom gave him an unamused look as well as a solid punch to the shoulder. "Not cool, bro."

"So I'm your bro now, huh? What happened to BF?" Brick asked.

Blossom stopped rummaging in the cupboards, her heart pounding 100 beats a minute. She had a feeling he didn't know that girls referred to boyfriends as 'BFs.' But then again, what if he did know what girls talked about. "BF?"

Brick rolled his crimson red eyes. "Come on, Pinky. Best friend."

Blossom could almost feel the air in her lungs seeping away as she relaxed her breath. "You know what I mean. Bro. Best friend. There's not a difference." She resumed her rummaging in the cupboard.

Over his shoulder, Brick could hear his brothers and the girls still going back and forth with Bubbles and Boomer vs. Bunny and Brady on accents and Butch vs. Buttercup on whether or not Nasscar driving was a sport. "Hey bed head, what are you looking for?"

Blossom ignored the comment. After what had seemed like forever, she pulled out a box of strawberry pop tarts. She pulled a package out from the box. "Wanna split one?"

Smirking, Brick strolled over to the other counter. Reaching up, he pulled down Blossom's Princess Ariel mug from the shelf along with the Yoshi one that he kept at their houses he poured some milk into each mug and set them at two chairs at the kitchen table.

"You must've been thirsty." Blossom took the spot on the left. Brick sat to her right and she passed him a pop tart.

Brick took a bite out of the pastry. "I always eat pop tarts with milk."

"pop tart?" Bubbles repeated in her regular voice.

"Mmmm! Poptarts!" Boomer and Brady synchronized.

Buttercup frowned. "Only Blossom still has her pop tarts."

"Dang it! You're right!" Bunny grumped.

"Whats the matter?" Brady asked, poking Bunny in the side.

Bunny fought off a giggle. "Each of us get our own box of pop tarts, and Bubble, me, and BC already finished ours."

"dang it! I didn't eat this morning!" Butch groaned.

"Why does Brick get a pop tart?" Boomer whined, crossing his arms. Bubbles pouted beside him.

Brick and Blossom shared a wicked smile. "My pop tarts." Blossom told them. She pointed to Brick. "My best friend."

Brick grinned again, showing where he was missing one of his bottom teeth. ( he got 3 bucks from the tooth fairy. Butch then tried knocking out Boomer and Brady's teeth but got in trouble.) "My best friend." He pointed to Blossom.

"Well you guys are mean..." Bubbles sniffed angerly.

"Which is saying something." Buttercup said.

"yeah. Usually it's me and Butterfluff being mean." Butch agreed.

Blossom and Brick shared another knowing look. "Bunny, Brady," Blossom said, getting their attention. The two purples looked at their older siblings irritated.

"You two can have a poptart." Brick finished.

"Oh yeah!" Bunny gave Brady a high five.

"Poptart!" Brady trailed after Bunny to the box where they grabbed a package and shared the two pop tarts found in the package.

"What!?" Buttercup and Bubbles protested together.

"Butch and Buttercup can have one." Brick said.

"Excellent." Buttercup licked her lips.

Butch raised his eyebrows. "Come on, BC." he grabbed her wrist and hauled her along with him.

"So not fair." Boomer fumed in a French accent.

"Si!" Bubbles agreed in Spanish.

Blossom shrugged. "I was going to say that you could have one if—"

"—if you promised to never do another accent." Brick finished.

Bubbles and consulted Boomer through a look, reaching the same conclusion. "YES!"

Bubbles held onto Boomer's arm as they went to get their pop tarts. "Kinda weird how they can finish each other's sentences—"

"—without looking up?" Boomer finished.

Bubbles nodded, not realizing Boomer had just finished her sentence. "Yeah... Oh well. Its pop tart time!"

"Then we're going outside." Buttercup warned, already munching on her strawberry pop tart.

Butch licked his fingers, getting all the icing off his hands."Yeah. Gotta make this snow day count."

sorry it took so long for this sequel to come! And sorry if it's a kinda crappy first chapter, but I had writers block. It will get better again. :D