AN:3/ I OWN NOTHING! Well, maybe an OC here and there...and the plot of this story...but otherwise nothing!

Bubbles smiled benignly as she gently scooped up the tiny little house spider with a bit of tissue. "Hello, there." She giggled as it crawled to the edge of the tissue and tried to rappel down on a bit of silk. "Sorry little guy, but we can't have cobwebs in the house. They pick up dust." She carefully placed the harmless thing outside on a bush where it quickly began to busy itself with spider-chores.

Her other sisters were cleaning as well, spring cleaning to be exact. Buttercup was zooming the vacuum around, pretending it was a racecar, while Blossom was dutifully sweeping and moping the kitchen floor. Bubbles was supposed to be cleaning the bathroom, but she was distracted by the appearance of the arachnid. However, now there could be no more stalling. She grimaced as she pulled on a pair of gloves and sprayed the antibacterial cleanser onto every surface.

"Hey, Bubbles! You done yet?" Buttercup called from downstairs a few minutes later. "You're gonna miss Memoirs of a Geisha if you don't hurry!"

"I'm almost done!" She told her. Bubbles only had to do one last thing and, so she quickly filled up the tub with water and added a bit of bleach. She turned away for a second to throw away the paper towels she'd used to wipe off the mirror, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flash. Something red or so she thought. When she really looked, she found nothing and shrugged.

The bleach water would have sit awhile, so she climbed up on the side of the tub and opened the narrow window. On the surface of the water, there it was again! She blinked a few times. "My eyes must be playing tricks on me." She mumbled to herself.

"Bubbles! You'd better get down here! The show just started!" Blossom told her from downstairs. There was the wafting scent of popcorn coming up to greet her, and Bubbles smiled gleefully. She skipped down the stairs to enjoy the show with her family.

Him's image on the water reappeared and smirked as it watched her leave. Oh, Bubbles...daarling. Enjoy your time with them while it lasts...because I'll be coming for you very soon.

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"Girls! I'm so happy to see you!" The Mayor exclaimed with obvious excitement. He hopped down from his chair. "You might be wondering why I called you, right?"

"Uh, yeah, duh." Buttercup retorted with a snort. "We told you a long time ago that the hotline is only for emergencies!"

Ms. Bellum stepped into the room. She was still as voluptous as she had been when they were little girls and just as kind. Only, she wasn't Ms. Bellum anymore. Now she was Mrs. Cartwright , having gotten married to a nice man she met at a business convention about six years previous. "Hello, girls. How is your spring break going?"

"Fantastic!" Blossom said enthusiastically. "I just got my reward letter from Harvard and they're offering me a full ride! Plus, Buttercup's set to go into basic training this coming fall."

"And what about you, Bubbles?" Mrs. Cartwright, nee Bellum, asked.

Bubbles looked down at her feet. "Um, well, I..I...I applied to a few colleges and universities, but I don't think I'll go."

"Oh? Why not?" The shapely redhead inquired, her voice never becoming repremanding as Blossom's had when Bubbles had confessed that she didn't want to go.

Bubbles shrugged. "Well, we're all three pretty famous, you know. And I draw a lot, so there's loads of people who want to buy my drawings. Many of them have offered a great deal of money for them. I sold a painting last week for more than a thousand dollars. Besides that, I've taken a few online courses and have found an editor for a book I've been working on writing."

The Mayor cleared his throat importantly. "Yes, we are all very proud of you three. Now, could I please continue what I was saying before?" They all nodded. "Thank you. Anyway, the reason I've called you here is that you know that I'm getting on in years. I'm no spring chicken, girls. That's why I've decided to retire." He paced back and forth as he talked. "Now, you all must watch the news, so you know who the prime candidate will be in the coming election."

Buttercup made a frustrated noise. "Oh, who has time to watch the news? There's nothing interesting on it. It's mostly gossip, weather, or horrific tragedies."

Blossom shot her sister a dirty look. "Buttercup, that's not true! The news can be very informative-"

"Yes, because we all need to know about Major Glory's latest clothing line or Fuzzy Lumpkin's presidential campaigne."

Bubbles giggled uncontrollably. "She..she has a point, Bloss." She said between bouts of laughter. "Banjo shaped campaign buttons! Remember those! Teehehehee!"

"Can we please return to the subject at hand?" The Mayor stomped his foot childishly. "Good, I might as well say it all at once so that I don't get interrupted again! IwantyougirlstolookoutforthenewMayor!"

"But there isn't a new Mayor, Mayor." Blossom protested. "Not yet, anyway. Unless you think that the candidates should be protected in case someone tries to hurt them."

The Mayor let out a frustrated noise. "That is exactly what I wanted you to do. Only I need you to look out for all three of them. Williams, Franks, and Ophelees." He pulled out a series of envelopes from a drawer. "All three candidates have been recieving terrifying, threatening letters from an annonymous source. We want to ensure their safety and the tranquility of Townsville's political climate." He adjusted his monocle.

Blossom shot a look towards her sisters. "What do you want us to do, Mayor?"

spoke up. "I would think that it's obvious, Blossom. The Mayor and I think that it would be best if one of you were to watch , one of you were to watch , and the last one to watch .

"Thank you, Ms. Bellum."

"It's Cartwright now, Mayor. Remember?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you for reminding me, Ms. Bellum."

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The Professor was none too happy that the last bit of quality time he'd have with his girls before they 'flew the nest' was to be spent babysitting a trio of politicians. However, he sighed and gave his best supportive smile. "I'm proud of what you girls have spent your lives doing." He began as they sat down to dinner that night. "But, I also want you to be happy. Do you really feel comfortable with having the responsibilities of going to college, working, or military training as well as having to save the city?" He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. "Girls, it's stressful leading a double life. I trust you three to be able to handle yourselves, but what about when or if you want to start a family of your own?"

Blossom shook her head. "I don't think you'll have to worry about us having trouble with it. After all, the Justice Friends are always there if we're busy. I'm sure Major Glory would be happy to take care of a few monsters or robbers once in a while. You know, compared with Gotham or New Jersey's statistics, we have a very low crime rate. Not only that, but our criminals are very focused on small-time crime, if you could consider taking over Townsville versus taking over the world."

Buttercup snorted derisively and said under her breath, "Yeah, I'm sure Major Glory-hog would be fine with kicking ass and taking names for us. Besides, we're only little girls, we can't be expected to do everything a big strong man can do."

Bubbles frowned and put her hand on her sisters. "Oh, Buttercup. That happened years ago! Plus, they dressed up in drag to make it up to us, remember? I think they're nice guys, really, at heart." Buttercup's hard look softened for a moment, then she glanced away and began to spear her carrots violently. As much of a tomboy as she was, Buttercup had never really gotten over the humiliation that Major Glory had delt to them when they were younger.

Professor Utonium smiled kindly. "Well, if you girls think that you're up to it, then go for it. I just worry, that's all."

Bubbles flew up and kissed her father on his head, which was begining to go grey around his temples. "We know, but we love you for it."

Afterwards, the girls cleaned up and flew upstairs to get ready. They still, after all this time, shared a bedroom. The only difference was that each now had her own bed in her distinctive color. This night had been Bubbles turn to be first in the shower and now she doodled on her drawing pad while listening to the running water upstairs and the erratic beeps and muffled explosions coming from Buttercup's PSP. "This isn't bothering you, is it?" Her sister asked considerately after a particularly loud boom echoed from the speakers.

"No, but you may borrow my headphones if you like. I know that yours are worn out." Bubbles offered with a smile. Over the years Buttercup had grown up considerably. The most noticable thing about that was her temperment had changed slightly. She was still kinda grumpy and easily annoyed, but now she was more compassionate and less ferocious. Especially with the Gang Green Gang, Bubbles had noticed. Or rather that is to say, the leader of the gang.

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Speaking of villains, the Rowdyruff Boys were out and about on the streets looking for trouble. And they found it.

Hellooo, boys. It's been sooo long...how are you?

A disembodied voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at all, stopped the boys in the middle of graffiting a fence. "Whoa, that ain't who I think it is, is it?" Brick whipped his head from side to side searching for the source of that all-too familiar creepy falsetto.

It was Boomer who first caught up. "Brick, Butch, look!" He pointed up in the sky where a humanoid figure with red skin and lobster-like claws grinned down at them. "Whaddya want, Him?"

"Yeah, Daddy-O, ya wan' us to run an errand or somethin'? Pick up a dress?" Much as it might have seemed to be mockary, Brick was serious. At one point in time, Him had asked the bad boy trio to pick up his dry cleaning.

Oooh, nooo. Nothing like that. Actually, I was wondering if you could cause some trouble for a certain politician, hissed the demon playfully. He made a football appear out of thin air and tossed it down to Butch, who punted it at a nearby cat scavenging in a trashcan.

"Oh, yeah, what kinda trouble?" Asked Brick eagerly, rubbing his hands together in glee. "And which politician?"

Boomer poked Butch in the arm. "Hey, Butch, what's a pol-er-rit-shin?"

His brother shrugged. "I dunno."

Brick rolled his eyes at his siblings while Him laughed heartily. Well, all of them, really. Surely you three know of the political stagnation going on at the moment due to the Mayor's coming retirement. Him purred, knowing that only Brick would understand, but would translate for his brothers later on. I need you to make as much mischief as you can for them.

"How in the hell are we supposed to do anything to those guys? Their security is packin' more heat than a ghost pepper." Brick replied incredulously.

Him chuckled. Oooh, don't worry about that.I've got that covered.

Oh no, what is it that the diabolical Him has planned for the city of Townsville? What evil could he possibly have in store for those poor souls running for the election? Stay tuned to find out!