![]() ![]() Her love of all things cute and cuddly made her a baby who simply refused to grow up. Her drawings were always childish and overwrought. Her ability to talk to squirrels was dismissed as "south-of-the-border-rodent speech". Sometimes Bubbles couldn't remember the times when Buttercup wasn't doing something to try to hurt or tease her.Īnd of course everything Bubbles did for passion or fun or just a general hobby was considered stupid to Buttercup. That, along with such gems like "Bubblefingers" and "Bubblebutt", all said as a means to demean and deride her. Bubblehead. That was one of Buttercup's favorite derogatory nicknames for her sister, Bubbles. Buttercup was too and she quickly called out to him, "I'm comin', I'm comin'!" before racing to his side and announcing loudly to him, "Bubblehead is just doing her stupid chalk stuff again!"īubbles scowled at her for that remark. "What's the holdup?" Clearly he was in a hurry to get back to their original game. "Yo!" Mitch Mitchelson called out from behind her. "Aw man, you got chalk all over it! You know Bubbles, this is a playground not a drawing ground!" "Give it! We got a game goin' on!" Buttercup barked at her, going on to inspect her ball before muttering grumpily at what she had seen. "Huh?" Bubbles asked in befuddlement, before having the ball roughly snatched away from her by Buttercup's impatient hands before she could even get a word out to defend herself. "What are you doing with my ball?" Buttercup asked accusingly, staring down at Bubbles with nothing but sheer aggression. But this tiny little ball rolling to her briefly broke her out of her reverie and got her attention.īubbles curiously turned her head to the object and innocently picked it up, only to be greeted by the sour, scowling face of her sister Buttercup glaring down angrily at her just a second later. She had drawn a lot of things up until now a choo-choo train, a rainbow cloud, the Professor in an orange shirt as a happy little boy and so many other joyous, wonderful things. This time the ball ended up bouncing and rolling until it came to a stop at a particular blonde little girl's feet, a blonde who had been currently kneeling over the blacktop and putting the last finishing touches on her current artistic masterpiece. "In your face, baby!" Mitch taunted, pointing at her with the successful blow. Right when Buttercup least expected it, Mitch retaliated with a pitch of his own, nailing Buttercup right in the head. "The game's called dodgeball! If you wanted to play catch and instead, just tell me!" "Aw, come on, Mitch!" She shouted mockingly at him. Buttercup spared him no pity for his pain. So all he could do was stand there and take it, absorbing a nasty hit to the face that flipped him right off of his feet and onto his head. There was nothing he could do to avoid it it was coming at him much too fast. "No mercy." Buttercup muttered, and then she pitched her first fastball special at Mitch's poor unsuspecting face. Both sisters were quite happy to be invested in their current activities, but unfortunately for them, they were both about to invade each other's space in a way that would eventually lead to an irredeemable fight. ![]() That left our ever-loving Bubbles expressing her artistic talents with her trusty pack of chalk across the blacktop. ![]() The boys and girls were chasing each other in games of tags, skipping along in games of hopscotch, jumping over ropes to the time of rhythmic songs, and as was the case for Buttercup and Mitchell Mitchelson, getting into the climax of a fierce game of dodgeball. The day was a sunny one at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten School as all the kids were playing merrily and blowing off steam on the playground outside. ![]()
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