Me: I JUST realized that I never finished this story C_O

Black: Now you remember? During SUMMER?

Me: Christmas in July biotch xP

Black: It's September

Me: Okay then know-it-all! You tell them why I'm updating!

Black: Fuck that shit *walks away*

Me: UGH! It's so hard getting good characters these days. Fine then, I shall unleash Daratini!

Daratini: BCRokS/AliceBurton-ButtercupMcCracken apologizes for not finishing. She fully intended to do so last year. Her severe apologies young Cuppies.

Me: Good. Now ON WITH THE FIC!

"Why do you think they randomly attacked us just two days before Christmas?" Bubbles asked.

"I don't know. They're all fucking retards," Butch grumbled.

"Retard is an offensive word Butch," Blossom scolded. Butch rolled his eyes. He could care less.

They flew back to Townsville at jet speed, in fear of what the Punks would do. All their hard work could go to waste. Now, not only will that upset the town, but Blossom as well. And you don't like an angry Blossom. They landed right in front of City Hall, where all the villains seem to meet up when they flee back to Townsville. Sure enough, the Punks were there, waiting. In the middle, Princess Morbucks stood with her arms crossed and a scowl etched into her face. In the middle of their blended teams, Brick and Blossom rolled their eyes. Why is it that Princess over reacts to everything? They already knew what this was about. She was such a spoiled brat.

"I can't BELIEVE I am on the naughty list again!" she declared. Brisk muffled a laugh. Was she for real? Blossom shot him a hard glare. He couldn't help it. It was funny but in a way, it annoyed him. So he guessed he deserved the glare- this isn't a funny matter. She was so serious on destroying their plans over being on the naughty list. What is she? A toddler?

'Bitch please,' Brisk thought. Black gave him a weird look. He needed to stop watching Kingsley on youtube. It isn't healthy.

"I can," Boomer said with an eye roll. Princess glared.

"But I was extra nice this year! All of us were! We should be on the good list! Santa totally screwed us over!" the Punks nodded in agreement. Except for Bruce, who remained indifferent. He was always aloof, no matter the situation. It pissed some people off sometimes. He didn't care. He didn't care about a lot of things. That's just how he was.

"Princess, you remain on the naughty list forever remember?" Black said, rather annoyed. She was wasting a lot of time. Black wanted her to shut the hell up already.

"I don't care! I try my hardest to get back on the good list but he's being a total douche bag! We all deserve to be on the nice list. Have we bothered you this year? No!" Princess said with a shrill scream that could match Bubbles'.

"SHUT UP! NO ONE CARES! GO HOME AND CRY TO YOUR DADDY BITCH 'CAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? NO ONE LIKES YOU! NOT EVEN SANTA!" Bubbles snapped. There was dead silence. It was not often when Bubbles lost her temper like that. When she does however, no one likes it. Boomer put his hand on Bubbles' arm, whispering for her to calm down. Bubbles regained her composure but still managed a menacing voice.

"Go home and don't come out until Christmas is over. Got it?"

Princess reddened with fury. She wasn't taking orders from the sissy puff! No matter how much she was scared of her right now! This was a matter of pride! How would it look if she followed what the baby said? She'd be the laughing stock amongst the villains! She snapped her fingers. This was a cue for the Punks to destroy everything. Each Punk darted to a different direction. They'd get more coverage that way. The PPK automatically flew after them. Princess pressed a button on a control and robots that looked like the Ruffs appeared. They flew in different directions as well. Princess smirked at Brick.

"I came prepared," she said smugly. Brick growled before him and his family flew after the robot drones. They battled fiercely, all of them. But without the other team members, they were too much. The good guys were losing- even when they gave it their all. Back in the forest where the scene was, Blare winced.

"What is it?" Blitz asked.

"They're getting their butts kicked," he answered. Normally, the others would say ass but this was Blare we were talking about. Always proper with this one…

"See? This is why I should have been there! Fuck this we're going!" Buttercup yelled. She prepared to take off but Blare grabbed her wrist and dragged her back down. Buttercup growled. Blare gave her a stern look.

"We had an order to stay here. That is exactly what we shall do."

"They need help!"

"Sometimes Blare, you have to break orders for the good of others," Blitz said. Blare tried to be the voice of reason but Blitz had a point. They all took off towards Townsville, hoping it wasn't too late.

Back in Townsville, or what could be vaguely remembered as Townsville, Princess was wreaking havoc. She won evidently. The others came too late. Buildings were destroyed, streets were uprooted, and the decorations were disintegrated. Townsville looked as if it had been in ruins for years. Blitz gasped. Buttercup gave a cry of frustration. Blare just stared.

Christmas is ruined…as well as Townsville!

Me: WELL! That wasn't as long as I hoped. More next chapter. Hopefully, I'll be finished by the time New Year's hits. Yes, I intend this to be a long fucking story. YES. ME GUSTA.

Bubbles: *blink blink*

Me: hehe, sorry. Anyways, happy school year everyone!