The Fair

The Fair




"So, you can make it?" Bubbles asked, holding her phone to her face, floating around the bedroom she shared with her sisters and their ally, Kimiko.

"Yeah," Boomer replied, holding his own phone, "Mr. Harrington said it was okay, but he said that they're coming, as well."  The blue Rowdyruff had put a small amount of hesitation in his voice at the part about his comrades joining him.

"Oh," Bubbles answered, "well, I don't think that'll be a problem, as long as they don't cause trouble."

"Mr. Harrington told us at a meeting this morning that tomorrow would be a ceasefire, or something like that," Boomer reassured.

"Where should we meet up?"

"How about the front gate at 11:00? Mr. Harrington says that'll keep your folks from thinking we're up to something. He also says that we could use a day off."

"Great! I'll see you then, Boomer," Bubbles smiled.

"See you then, Bubbles." Boomer smiled, hanging up.


Townsville fair entrance area! the following morning...

The Powerpuff Girls, Xiaolin Dragons, Professor Utonium, and Mrs. Keane all walked through the gates, excited for Townsville's famous fair. 

The "Spring Fair," as it was commonly known, was, in reality, anything but. The festival ran from mid March to mid September and was famous for its vast selection of rides, games, foods, drinks and attractions. It was known as the spring fair because, in 1915, it's opening year, the fair had only run until June. Then, in 1927, the fairs season was extended to late August, as the sumer brought about more business with school being over. Finally, on the fairs fiftieth anniversary in 1965, the season was extended to mid September. This was originally intended to be a one time commemorative event, but it was so well received that the fair officials decided to make it ongoing. Thus, the Spring Fair ran for half a year, with the other half spent restocking and preparing for the following year. 

Thus, our Heroes were here now, on August 31st, about to spend the day at the fair with some of their most bitter enemies. Once the professor had paid for his families entry, and the Xiaolin Dragons had each paid their own fee, they entered the fairgrounds, and we're just about to begin their fun when a loud voice was heard.

"Bubbles! Bubbles!" Boomer shouted, waving his arm and walking over to his girlfriend.

"Hi, Boomer!" Bubbles smiled, hugging the boy once he had made his way through the crowd, "Hey, you're wearing the shirt I bought you!" 

Bubbles spoke the truth. Boomer was, indeed, wearing a sharp new cobalt blue t-shirt, complete with a black horizontal stripe along the waist. 

"Well, why wouldn't I wear it? It's a special present from you," Boomer smiled back, giving the blue Powerpuff another hug. "oh, the others should be hear in a few minutes!" 

"Now just wait one minute, Boomer," Professor Utonium said sternly, "I can understand and even accept you coming with us at Bubbles' request, but I must ask why you would even CONSIDER bringing those hooligans along?" 

"The professor has a good point. They're villains. All they'll do is cause trouble and ruin our day," Kimiko agreed. 

"De answer to dat is simple, Tohomiko-chan: Bubbles aside, oi don' trust ANY AV YER wit' de safety an' comfort of me comrades," Oliver said, causing the Powerpuff Dragons, Mrs. Keane, and the Professor to jump. 

"And, for your information, Kimiko, ruining your day isn't on our schedule for at least two more days," Jack put in, grinning smugly at the wit of his remark. 

"Wow. Jack Spicer actually using a witty insult?" Katnappe observed, "Gotta admit, I'm impressed." 

"Why's cat litter piggy-backing you, Ollie?" Raimundo asked.

"My foot is broken, Soccer freak," the cat-burglar replied, moving her left leg to show the cast that covered her foot from the ankle down. 

"Why not just get crutches?" Buttercup asked, eyeing the Mascots warily. 

"Apparently, she hates crutches," Butch answered. 

"So, oi'm her legs for the day," Oliver finished. 

"That's all good and well, but what's to stop your bunch from causing mayhem, Oliver?" the Professor asked.

"Haven't ye ever heard av a ceasefire, Johnny big-cheese?" Oliver retorted.

Blossom decided to at least attempt to break the tension. 

Well, at least we're all here," she spoke loudly in an attempt to draw attention to herself, "why don't we all just try to enjoy the fair?" 

"For once, I actually agree with Blossy," Brick smirked, knowing full well that Blossom wasn't overly fond of being addressed by that nickname. 

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as the Powerpuff Dragons walked with the Mascots of Anarchy through the Townsville Spring fair. 

As they walked along, Mrs. Keane slowly made her way towards Sedusa. 

"Hi, Jenny," she said, albeit, awkwardly. 

"Sandy," Sedusa replied in a cold manner. 

"Oh, dear," Professor Utonium whispered to himself. 

Further up ahead, Raimundo and Kimiko were walking alongside Bubbles and Boomer. Ahead of them, Butch was flirting with almost every girl in sight, Tubbimura stopped at one of the many kiosks for onion rings, Princess and Katnappe had become enamoured with a particular stand that was selling designer clothes and were forcing Jack and Oliver to shop with them, (due to Jack crushing on Princess and Katnappe's inability to walk,) Brick walked by himself while Blossom, Buttercup, Clay and Omi tagged behind, eyeing up the Mascots warily. 

"I can't believe that we're stuck with these jerks and idiots for the whole day," Buttercup grumbled. 

"Frankly, I find it hard to believe that they have the gal to do so," Blossom added.

"Much as I hate to admit it, but I gotta respect the Irishman a'least a lil' bit for bein' this concerned fer his kin," Clay commented. 

"Hey, Jack, don't you think I'd look great in this?" Princess asked, holding up a gold dress in front of her, "Then again," she continued, not giving Jack a chance to reply, "I'd look great in anything, even those putrid rags the Powerpuffs wear. 

"Yeah. You would," Jack sighed, adoration and exasperation mixing into his voice. 

"She looks great in whatever she wears. She's the exact opposite of you, Irish," Katnappe smirked. 

"Considerin' dat oi'm de wan who signs yer paychecks, that's a rather bauld ting fer ye te say, Ashley," Oliver replied. 

"Princess, can I say-?" Jack asked, but was interrupted by a weird couple who'd covered their entire upper torsos in dark green paint.
To make the green-skinned lovers even stranger, neither one was wearing any clothes from the waist up.

"Yikes!" Jack gasped, covering his eyes.

"it's like she's ASKING to get fondled," Princess observed.

"Jist whaen oi think ye yanks canny surprise me anymore, these two idiots go and do this," Oliver sighed, "Ye yanks are weird." 

"And you Whiskey-guzzling leprechauns are even weirder," Katnappe replied, 

"Be careful with yer words, Ashley," Oliver shot back as he walked towards the main group.

"Hey, Jack," Princess whispered, "Wanna make a bet?" 

"What kind of a bet?" Jack asked. 

"Twenty bucks says the cat burglar and our Irish boss have hot, angry hate sex within a week." 

"Wha?! How do you think that's even possible?" Jack asked. 

"Just look at them. All that tension they're building up has to boil sometime, and when it does, it'll be steamy," Princess whispered, unaware of how uncomfortable she was making Jack feel. After all, anyone would feel uncomfortable if the person they liked was taking about sex. 

"Princess," Jack sighed, "there's something I gotta say-"

"Not now, Jack," Princess interrupted, "there's some more expensive stuff that I can use to show off to those stupid cream puff girls."


"So, you've been dating for how long?" Kimiko asked, as she, Raimundo, Bubbles and Boomer walked side-by-side, each respective couple interlocking hands, or nubs, in Bubbles' and Boomer's case. 

"Two years," Boomer answered. 

"Three years, next Tuesday," Bubbles added, "How about you guys?" 

"About a year," Raimundo said, "Right, Kimi?" 

"Yep," Kimiko smiled. 

Boomer was about to ask Kimiko where she bought her clothes from, when his attention was drawn to a kiosk that was baking and selling mini-doughnuts. 

"Ooh! Mini-doughnuts! I love these!" Boomer exclaimed, "Hey, Bubbles, I'm gonna go get a bag of those mini-doughnuts, you want some?" 

"No, thanks, sweetie! I'm good!" Bubbles smiled.

"Yo, wait for me, Boomer!" Raimundo shouted, quickly following him. 

"So, Boomer," Raimundo asked, "not to dig too deep, but why do you work for Mad Ollie, anyway?" 

"Well, to you guys, he may seem like total psycho, but to us, he's brought us all together," Boomer explained, as they waited in line, "Well, when we started, we were just in it for the money, but we're pretty much one big, evil family, now." 

Raimundo didn't say anything other than a quick "Cool." Up until recently, he had believed that, due to his past experiences with the forces of Heylin, that all villains were simply evil-obsessed monsters like Chase Young, or completely incompetent, like how Jack Spicer used to be. Seeing the Mascots behave in this manner made him realize that these villains had lives outside of being villains, just as he and his comrades had lives outside of being heroes. 

Back over in the main group, Brick was making small talk with Oliver. 

"What would you say was your hardest contract?"

"Definitely de wan in Moscow," Oliver replied.  

"Not surprised," Brick agreed. 

"Oi, do yer wanna have dose cigars now?" 

"Yeah! Let's hit 'em up!" 

"Breek, would yer mind lighting dees? Oi didn't have any room for matches in me pockets," Oliver explained, slightly sheepish. 

"Fine," Brick sighed, forming a fireball and lighting their cigars." 

"Hey! Don't get that smoke on me!" Katnappe exclaimed. 

"We, won't toots," Brick replied, puffing out a small cloud. 

"I cannot believe you let those boys smoke," Mrs. Keane said. 

"A prime example of poor care," the Professor agreed.

"Oh, oh, dat is RICH. Two chuckleheads from de generashun dat smoked in school even AFTER it's cancerous effects were made public getting al' hussy when we have a recreational cigar," Oliver shot back.

"One word comes to my mind hearing you guys," Brick chimed in, "Hyp-o-crites." 

Blossom, Buttercup, Omi and Clay, sensing the tension building up, had moved closer to the glare-off commencing between the Professor, Mrs. Keane, Oliver and Brick. Butch, Tubbimura and Sedusa, who had wandered slightly off, mirrored the heroes actions. 

"Oliver, remember, today is a ceasefire," Tubbimura reminded, placing a hand on Oliver's shoulder.

"No need to make a scene here, Boss," Butch added, "We can do that all we want tomorrow.

"Y'know what? I'm sick of this. I'm gonna go sit down. Butch, you can have my cigar. Blossom, can....can I talk with you for a moment?" Brick asked. 

"Sweet!" Butch exclaimed, eagerly taking Bricks cigar.

"About what?" Blossom asked, suspicious of the Red Rowdyruff. 

"About last night," Brick answered. 

"I've got nothing to say to you after you pull something like THAT," Blossom replied. 

"Well, can you at least let me have my say?" Brick asked. 

"What now? An insult? Another of your dull puns? The next chapter in your endless rant of how awesome you are?" the pink Powerpuff asked sarcastically. 

"...I'm sorry." 

"...What?" 

"I said I'm sorry," Brick sighed, "I thought about what I did last night and I feel terrible. So I wanted to say, with absolute sincerity, yes, I know what sincerity means, that I really, truly am sorry." 

"Brick, I..."Blossom began, then pulled the Red Rowdyruff into a tight hug, "thank you." 

"Wh-whatever," Brick stammered, surprised by the act of affection.

"Well, as long as Breek's apologizin', oi may as well," Oliver said to himself.

"Oy! Kimiko!" Oliver shouted, running towards where she, Raimundo, Bubbles and Boomer were sitting down. 

"What do YOU want?" Kimiko asked, warily, even as Raimundo prepared for a potential fight. 

"Oi nade ter git somethin' aff me mind. Oi'm sory fer sockin' yer in de jaw," he said, flatly. 

"Whoah, dude, what's with you suddenly growing a conscience?" Raimundo asked. 

"Hittin' a sprog doesn't sit well wi' me." 

"Wait a minute," Kimiko said, "you clearly stated that you have no problem hitting a girl. Clay told me so."

"An' he's roi, oi don't," Oliver replied, "but beltin' a child OCCASIONALLY sits poorly wi' me."  

"Huh." Katnappe smirked, as Oliver began walking back to the main group, "Just when I thought you had no redeeming qualities Well, besides being rich." 

"Roi, hoy cud oi forget?" he sighed, sarcastically, "Ho cud oi also forget dat oi cud jist dop yer sorry arse, Kitten." 

"Don't call me kitten, Irish!" Katnappe hissed. 

"Whoops! Sorry...KITTEN," Olive smirked. 

Back over at the main group...

Buttercup had just won a pair of running sneakers at a game booth, Clay had bought a new pair of boots from a western wear kiosk, and Blossom had bought herself some new hair-clips. Sedusa and Mrs. Keane were exchanging some rather uncouth dialogue, making the situation quite awkward for Professor Utonium. 

"De Misses and de ex," Oliver whispered at the Professor, "Welcum ter every man's worst nightmare, Johnny boy." 

Professor Utonium, deciding to not give the Irishman the satisfaction of knowing that he'd irked him, looked away and said nothing. 

"Man! These sneakers are sweet!" Buttercup grinned, "Can't wait to try 'em out at the gym!" 

"An' I can't wait to give these new boots a whirl," Clay smiled, then noticed a rather peculiar-looking kiosk. 

"Now why in Sam Hill is that kiosk Blue and shaped like a phone booth?" 

"A Doctor Who sale!" Blossom exclaimed, almost  squealing as she dashed over to the TARDIS-shaped booth.

"Wait fer me, Blossom!" Oliver shouted, sprinting after the Pink Powerpuff. 

"There is no way you're dragging me into that geek-hive, Irish!" Katnappe protested. 

"Oi! I endured yer constant gawking at dose circus duds, so ye can put up wit' me an' Blossom enjoyin' Doctor Who," Oliver replied. 

"Wow," Blossom breathed out, "this place has almost anything a whovian could want!" 

"Oi'll say!" Oliver grinned. 

"Shoot me," Katnappe groaned. 

Outside the Doctor Who booth, forty five minutes later... 

"They have been inside that peculiar shopping booth for quite some time," Omi observed, "perhaps they have been abducted!" 

"Calm down, you fashion-blind pleb," Princess ordered, "Oliver's wouldn't let himself get captured so easily." 

"Neither would Blossom," Bubbles agreed.

"Plus, Ashley's with him," Jack added, "she'd annoy them so much that they'd realize that she's not worth it." 

"Sorry we're late, lads," Oliver chuckled, wearing a new pair of Blue, finger-less TARDIS gloves. 

"Fresh, clean, nerd-free air!" Katnappe gasped, exaggeratedly. 

"We kinda got carried away," Blossom giggled nervously, carrying a Blue TARDIS dress in a shopping bag. 

"Did o find what you were looking for, Oliver?" Tubbimura asked. 

""Ye're bleedin' roi, I did," the Irishman grinned, showing he obese ninja his new gloves. 

Professor Utonium looked at his watch. 

"Oh my," he observed, "It's a quarter past ten!" 

"We'll need to be getting home now," Ms. Keane agreed, "Come, along." 

"You know, despite having to deal with you jerks, today really wan't that bad," Buttercup admitted. 

"Fer villains, you guys were surprisingly well-behaved," Clay agreed, "'specially considerin' all the opportunities you had to make trouble." 

"Well, oi DID say dat the-day was a ceasefire, didn't I?" Oliver responded. 

"And here I was thinking that you weren't capable of going a full day without causing violence," Blossom said. 

"Come, on, let's get out of here!" Princess sighed, "I need to take a bath and scrub off all the loser those pukes infected me with!" 

"We probably should get going, boss," Jack stated  hoping to keep fists from flying. 

"I'm with Spicer on that one," Sedusa agreed. 

"Hey, Boomer," Raimundo said.

"yeah?" The Blue Rowdyruff asked.

""I kinda can't believe I'm saying this, but you're really not that bad of a guy...for a villain." 

"Ill take that as a compliment," Boomer smiled. 

"You SHOULD," Kimiko smirked. 

"Wait!" Bubbles exclaimed, "you forgot something!" 

"Wha?! Wh-what did I forget?" Boomer asked, confused and worried. 

Rather than answer his question, Bubbles simply put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a quick kiss. 

"Goodbye," she giggled. 

"Bye," boomer grinned back, blushing as he and his comrades headed for home.