Brick sat on a cloud with his brothers, “Booorrrrriiiiiinnnnngggg…”
“Yeah… Hey, wanna go push old ladies into the traffic?” Butch asked.
“We did that yesterday,” Brick said, rolling his large, red eyes.
Boomer said nothing and only glared at the two of them. THEY weren’t the ones that got hit on the head with a cane by one of those stupid old ladies.
Brick sighed, looking down at Townsville below, trying to think of something devious to do that they hadn’t already done in the past week.
“We could steal the mayor’s pickles,” Butch suggested.
Brick gave him a sidelong look, “That’s stupid.”
Butch stood on the cloud, fist ready, “Well, I don’t see you coming up with any ideas, Frankenstein.”
“That’s Ein, ugh, nevermind,” Brick said, exasperated.
Boomer was still glaring at them when he spotted three familiar streaks in the sky below their cloud. He slapped them both on the back and pointed.
“Look! It’s those girls!”
Butch would’ve popped Boomer one, but he saw the girls, too. He grinned.
Brick smirked, “Perfect! We can pick on the Powderpuff sissies today! Let’s get them!”
The Rowdyruff Boys dove off their cloud and raced after the pink, green, and blue streaks.
“Hey, Beserk. There’s three boys following us,” Brute informed, glancing back at the boys for a mere moment.
“Boys, huh? I wonder what they want?” Beserk said, thinking.
“A knuckle sandwich?” Brute asked hopefully.
Beserk grinned at her, “Three knucklesandwiches!”
The two girls stopped in mid-air, turning to face the boys. Brat continued flying, but soon saw she had left the other two behind and returned.
“Hey, what gives?” Brat said, crossing her arms.
“We have company,” Beserk said, as the boys came to a halt in front of them.
“Well, well,” Brick said, observing their hairstyles, “Did you girls get in a fight with a lawn mower or what?”
Brute flew at him right, then, but Beserk held her back.
“I don’t know,” Beserk said nonchalantly, “Did your brains get in a fight with a lawn mower or were they already that scrambled?”
Brick started to reply.
“Enough talk! LET’S FIGHT!” Brute and Butch shouted at the same time.
Butch flew at them, much to Brick’s detest. He and Boomer soon followed suit. Beserk let go of Brute who immediately flew into Brick headbutt-style. Butch punched Beserk in the gut, who responded by grabbing his fist and throwing him through the air. A laser-eye battle started between the two of them soon after.
Brat and Boomer were trading punch after punch until one punch knocked Brat’s tooth out.
She stopped fighting, tears welling in her eyes. Boomer had been about to punch her again, but stopped, surprised.
“Err…”
“You knocked my tooth out, you big meanie! How am I suppose to sway the masses with my cuteness now? YAAAAAAAHHHHH!” She launched a flurry of punches at him. Boomer saw stars when she hit a tender spot on his head from when he had been hit with the cane by that old lady.
A few hours later, the fight stopped and it had come to a stand-off. The Powerpunk Girls and the Rowdyruff Boys stared, bruised and panting from exhaustion.
“Ha,” Brick gasped out, “Ready to give up?”
“Give up? No way! The Powerpunk Girls never give up!” Beserk shouted in a hoarse voice.
The Rowdyruff Boys froze for a moment and looked at each other. Brick looked back at the girls, confused.
“Power…punk girls? What’s with the new name?” Brick sneered.
“New? It is our name, stupid boy! What do they call you three? The Loser Patrol?” Beserk said, taking a moment to think of the name.
“Don’t act like you don’t know us! We’re the Rowdyruff Boys, and Powerpuff or Powerpunk, you girls are going down!” Brick said, flying at Beserk.
Butch went after Brute, “Take this, Powerpuke!”
He swung his fist into an uppercut. Brute flew upwards from the force of the blow. Brat simply glared at Boomer, rubbing her jaw. Boomer rubbed his head, also giving her a look of doom. He launched himself at her and threw her into a major street in Townsville. She laid in a crater with several upside-down cars nearby.
“Hey! That was a cheap shot!” Beserk said, while punching Brick to the side.
“I hit her fair and square!” Boomer countered.
“Oh yeah? Brute, after him!” Beserk said, flying towards Boomer.
Brute ducked a punch and flew into Boomer. The two girls punched him down repeatedly.
“Hey, two against one isn’t fair, you stupid girls!” Brick shouted, flying after them with Butch following close behind.
Butch knocked Beserk into a building, causing various pieces of shrapnel to scatter on the street below. Townsville residents, used to such destruction, were quick to run to a safer area. Brat slowly opened her eyes, then narrowed them in anger. She flew up and pounded Butch in the back of the head.
Meanwhile…
“Mr. Mayor, we have several reports that the city of Townsville is being attacked by colorful, high-speed assailants,” Miss Bellum said, watching Mayor play with a monster action figure and Powerpuff Girl action figures.
“Hmm? Wha?” Mayor asked, looking up.
Miss Bellum put a hand to her face and sighed, “Please call the Powerpuff Girls. The city is under attack.”
“But I’m just pretending.” Mayor blinked.
Miss Bellum saw a red streak of light pass by the office window.
“I’ll call them myself,” she muttered, picking up the phone.
Back at the center of the action, the Rowdyruff Boys stood in a crater, trying to catch their breaths.
“Where’d those nutty girls go?” Brick asked.
“That one, Bubbles…,” Boomer panted, “started talking about… ice cream. She left and the other two went after her. And… I’m… hungry, too.”
Brick and Butch’s stomachs growled.
“Yeah, we should go get a burger,” Brick said, then did a double-take.
Butch had two black eyes, reminding him of a raccoon with a bad haircut. He laughed.
“Butch, you got your butt kicked! You look like a raccoon!” Brick said, pointing and holding his stomach.
Butch growled, “Big deal. Where’s your hat, Brick-head?”
Brick blinked and reached over the top of his head. Sure enough, his hat was missing.
“My hat…” He clenched his fists.
“I found it!” Boomer said, waving the hat at him.
Brick walked to him, too weak to fly at him, and snatched the hat.
“Idiot. No one touches my hat but me!” He whapped Boomer with his hat before putting it on.
Boomer held his head, glaring at his brother. At that time, the Powerpuff Girls flew into the crater, standing in front of the boys. All three boys gawked.
Brick pointed a shaky arm at them, “Y-you… How did you heal so fast?”
Blossom ignored the odd question and only shook her head.
“Did you guys start fighting yourselves… AGAIN? Sheesh. You really need to find something better to do or at least take your fights AWAY from Townsville. Come on, girls. It’s time out for these boys,” she said.
“Wha… but…” Brick started before he got knocked out.
With the boys in their weakened state, they stood no chance against the able-bodied Powerpuff Girls. The Rowdyruff Boys soon found themselves in separate jail cells and would be unable to bust out until they healed.
“This sucks,” Boomer moaned, rubbing his aching head.
“You’re such a baby,” Butch muttered, sparking an argument.
Brick ignored them, trying to figure out what had just happened. Something wasn’t right. He narrowed his eyes.
Hmm…
Somewhere near the park, the Powerpunk Girls were walking back to the observatory, bruised, bloodied, and with ice cream smears on their faces.
“You’re such a… a… brat, Brat!” Brute said, “we had those boys! We would’ve been champions! But noooo, you had to start whining about ice cream!”
“Hey, don’t tell me you didn’t like that triple chocolate fudge sundae!” Brat shouted, pointing at Brute accusingly.
Brute ‘hmph’ed and crossed her arms.
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get them next time. We have bigger things to worry about,” Beserk said.
“Like what?” Brute asked.
“Like how are we going to tell Dad that we didn’t rob the bank today?” Beserk said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh no!” Brat gasped.
“Geez, Brat, don’t be such a crybaby. We’ll just come up with some kind of lie, right, Beserk?” Brute shook her head as she watched Brat cry and carry on.
“Yeah, what’s your problem?” Beserk said, annoyed.
“My dress! Those stupid boys ruined my dress! WAAAAHHH!!” Brat cried, picking up a nearby tree up by its roots and throwing it into the park.
Luckily, it was too late in the day for children to be playing there. Beserk and Brute were sure to duck.
“Calm down!” Beserk ordered, but Brat would have none of it.
“Calm down? Calm down? Don’t tell me to…”
“Girls!!” Mojo Jojo appeared at the entrance of his observatory, furious.
“Uhh… uhh…” Beserk started, suddenly forgetting the lie she was going to tell.
“MY DRESS!” Brat shrieked, throwing herself to the ground, punching and kicking.
Mojo Jojo cringed and covered his ears.
“What’s her problem?” he asked, the whining making him lose his train of furious thoughts.
“What?” Beserk screamed, trying to sound louder than Brat’s wailing.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, young lady!” Mojo Jojo shouted back.
“MY DRESS! MY DRESS! I WANNA NEW DRESS! AHHHH!”
Mojo Jojo fumed, “Hang on, girls! I’ll be RIGHT back.”
Beserk stared at him, confused, “WHAT SHACK?”
The question of where Mojo Jojo was going soon became less of a concern to her and Brute because Brat had started throwing random objects at them again. They didn’t know where she was getting the energy; both of them were still weak and tired from the fight with the Rowdyruff Boys.
Of course, the first thing the department store owner did when he saw Mojo Jojo was push the alarm under the counter. Mojo Jojo didn’t care to notice; he couldn’t believe he was doing this. Grumbling all the way, he stormed to the clothes section and began looking for dresses.
And I bet she’ll want a blue dress, too. Ugh, this one’s pink…
CRASH!
“Not so fast!”
“Mojo…”
“Jojo,” Bubbles finished.
Mojo Jojo blinked and a faint tinge of red reached his green cheeks. The Powerpuff Girls looked at the little pink dress he was holding. Blossom raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?”
“H-he.. He’s stealing a dress! Oh, this is rich! HAHAHAHAHA!” Buttercup fell to the ground, holding her stomach and laughing.
Bubbles covered her mouth when she began giggling. Mojo Jojo grinded his teeth. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“I wasn’t stealing it!” Mojo Jojo protested.
Blossom shrugged, smirking, “I don’t know what you want with a dress, Mojo Jojo, but EVERYBODY knows that supervillains steal what they want.”
Mojo Jojo tightened his fists, “Argh! You wretched Powerpuff Girls, this is NOT what it looks like! For if it was, I would have several dresses in my closet, which I do NOT, because I am male! To be precise, an evil genius male monkey, with plans to dominate the entire world! No evil genius would be caught dead in a pink dress, let alone the future evil genius ruler of the entire world! So, shut up! And besides…”
He pulled out his Supervillain Express Card, “I am not committing a crime here. Not yet, anyway.”
The Powerpuff Girls yawned, having sat through Mojo Jojo’s entire speech. Buttercup hiccupped from laughing so much earlier.
“So, what do you want the dress for?” she asked, giggling.
“Uhh…” A drop of sweat fell down the back of Mojo Jojo’s head.
The Powerpuff Girls grinned at him. Mojo Jojo put the pink dress away after spotting a blue one just like it.
“For your information, it’s all part of my ingenious plot to destroy you and take over the world, but I will not tell you of this plot I’m plotting because then you would foil it!”
The Powerpuff Girls stared at him. Then, they all shrugged.
“Whatever you say, Mojo,” Blossom said.
The Powerpuff Girls stayed in the store to confirm that Mojo Jojo was actually going to pay for the dress, then left when he did. He stormed back to his observatory and nearly missed being fried by Brat’s laser eye-beams, which were randomly targeting anything and everything.
“Shut up already!” He threw the blue dress at her and immediately Brat calmed down.
“YAY! I got a new dress! Oooo…”
Mojo Jojo bared his teeth and pointed to the steps leading up to the observatory.
“Inside. NOW!”
“Eee…” Brat was the first to run up the steps, followed by Brute, then Beserk.
Mojo Jojo had seen everything that happened in his observatory and was most displeased. Not only did the Powerpunk Girls not rob a bank and beat the Powerpuff Girls, but they didn’t even come in contact with the Powerpuff Girls. Those stupid Rowdyruff Boys got in the way…
Curses…
He marched up the steps, fully prepared to take out his frustrations on the Powerpunks. He looked around his observatory. Where were they?
He finally found them in his bedroom on HIS bed, sleeping. Mojo Jojo narrowed his eyes.
This is unacceptable. They’re going to get my bed dirty! I oughtta…
But they sure did look cute all cuddled up in bed together. Mojo Jojo turned away from his room and headed towards his favorite chair. He could yell at them tomorrow.
“Yeah… Hey, wanna go push old ladies into the traffic?” Butch asked.
“We did that yesterday,” Brick said, rolling his large, red eyes.
Boomer said nothing and only glared at the two of them. THEY weren’t the ones that got hit on the head with a cane by one of those stupid old ladies.
Brick sighed, looking down at Townsville below, trying to think of something devious to do that they hadn’t already done in the past week.
“We could steal the mayor’s pickles,” Butch suggested.
Brick gave him a sidelong look, “That’s stupid.”
Butch stood on the cloud, fist ready, “Well, I don’t see you coming up with any ideas, Frankenstein.”
“That’s Ein, ugh, nevermind,” Brick said, exasperated.
Boomer was still glaring at them when he spotted three familiar streaks in the sky below their cloud. He slapped them both on the back and pointed.
“Look! It’s those girls!”
Butch would’ve popped Boomer one, but he saw the girls, too. He grinned.
Brick smirked, “Perfect! We can pick on the Powderpuff sissies today! Let’s get them!”
The Rowdyruff Boys dove off their cloud and raced after the pink, green, and blue streaks.
“Hey, Beserk. There’s three boys following us,” Brute informed, glancing back at the boys for a mere moment.
“Boys, huh? I wonder what they want?” Beserk said, thinking.
“A knuckle sandwich?” Brute asked hopefully.
Beserk grinned at her, “Three knucklesandwiches!”
The two girls stopped in mid-air, turning to face the boys. Brat continued flying, but soon saw she had left the other two behind and returned.
“Hey, what gives?” Brat said, crossing her arms.
“We have company,” Beserk said, as the boys came to a halt in front of them.
“Well, well,” Brick said, observing their hairstyles, “Did you girls get in a fight with a lawn mower or what?”
Brute flew at him right, then, but Beserk held her back.
“I don’t know,” Beserk said nonchalantly, “Did your brains get in a fight with a lawn mower or were they already that scrambled?”
Brick started to reply.
“Enough talk! LET’S FIGHT!” Brute and Butch shouted at the same time.
Butch flew at them, much to Brick’s detest. He and Boomer soon followed suit. Beserk let go of Brute who immediately flew into Brick headbutt-style. Butch punched Beserk in the gut, who responded by grabbing his fist and throwing him through the air. A laser-eye battle started between the two of them soon after.
Brat and Boomer were trading punch after punch until one punch knocked Brat’s tooth out.
She stopped fighting, tears welling in her eyes. Boomer had been about to punch her again, but stopped, surprised.
“Err…”
“You knocked my tooth out, you big meanie! How am I suppose to sway the masses with my cuteness now? YAAAAAAAHHHHH!” She launched a flurry of punches at him. Boomer saw stars when she hit a tender spot on his head from when he had been hit with the cane by that old lady.
A few hours later, the fight stopped and it had come to a stand-off. The Powerpunk Girls and the Rowdyruff Boys stared, bruised and panting from exhaustion.
“Ha,” Brick gasped out, “Ready to give up?”
“Give up? No way! The Powerpunk Girls never give up!” Beserk shouted in a hoarse voice.
The Rowdyruff Boys froze for a moment and looked at each other. Brick looked back at the girls, confused.
“Power…punk girls? What’s with the new name?” Brick sneered.
“New? It is our name, stupid boy! What do they call you three? The Loser Patrol?” Beserk said, taking a moment to think of the name.
“Don’t act like you don’t know us! We’re the Rowdyruff Boys, and Powerpuff or Powerpunk, you girls are going down!” Brick said, flying at Beserk.
Butch went after Brute, “Take this, Powerpuke!”
He swung his fist into an uppercut. Brute flew upwards from the force of the blow. Brat simply glared at Boomer, rubbing her jaw. Boomer rubbed his head, also giving her a look of doom. He launched himself at her and threw her into a major street in Townsville. She laid in a crater with several upside-down cars nearby.
“Hey! That was a cheap shot!” Beserk said, while punching Brick to the side.
“I hit her fair and square!” Boomer countered.
“Oh yeah? Brute, after him!” Beserk said, flying towards Boomer.
Brute ducked a punch and flew into Boomer. The two girls punched him down repeatedly.
“Hey, two against one isn’t fair, you stupid girls!” Brick shouted, flying after them with Butch following close behind.
Butch knocked Beserk into a building, causing various pieces of shrapnel to scatter on the street below. Townsville residents, used to such destruction, were quick to run to a safer area. Brat slowly opened her eyes, then narrowed them in anger. She flew up and pounded Butch in the back of the head.
Meanwhile…
“Mr. Mayor, we have several reports that the city of Townsville is being attacked by colorful, high-speed assailants,” Miss Bellum said, watching Mayor play with a monster action figure and Powerpuff Girl action figures.
“Hmm? Wha?” Mayor asked, looking up.
Miss Bellum put a hand to her face and sighed, “Please call the Powerpuff Girls. The city is under attack.”
“But I’m just pretending.” Mayor blinked.
Miss Bellum saw a red streak of light pass by the office window.
“I’ll call them myself,” she muttered, picking up the phone.
Back at the center of the action, the Rowdyruff Boys stood in a crater, trying to catch their breaths.
“Where’d those nutty girls go?” Brick asked.
“That one, Bubbles…,” Boomer panted, “started talking about… ice cream. She left and the other two went after her. And… I’m… hungry, too.”
Brick and Butch’s stomachs growled.
“Yeah, we should go get a burger,” Brick said, then did a double-take.
Butch had two black eyes, reminding him of a raccoon with a bad haircut. He laughed.
“Butch, you got your butt kicked! You look like a raccoon!” Brick said, pointing and holding his stomach.
Butch growled, “Big deal. Where’s your hat, Brick-head?”
Brick blinked and reached over the top of his head. Sure enough, his hat was missing.
“My hat…” He clenched his fists.
“I found it!” Boomer said, waving the hat at him.
Brick walked to him, too weak to fly at him, and snatched the hat.
“Idiot. No one touches my hat but me!” He whapped Boomer with his hat before putting it on.
Boomer held his head, glaring at his brother. At that time, the Powerpuff Girls flew into the crater, standing in front of the boys. All three boys gawked.
Brick pointed a shaky arm at them, “Y-you… How did you heal so fast?”
Blossom ignored the odd question and only shook her head.
“Did you guys start fighting yourselves… AGAIN? Sheesh. You really need to find something better to do or at least take your fights AWAY from Townsville. Come on, girls. It’s time out for these boys,” she said.
“Wha… but…” Brick started before he got knocked out.
With the boys in their weakened state, they stood no chance against the able-bodied Powerpuff Girls. The Rowdyruff Boys soon found themselves in separate jail cells and would be unable to bust out until they healed.
“This sucks,” Boomer moaned, rubbing his aching head.
“You’re such a baby,” Butch muttered, sparking an argument.
Brick ignored them, trying to figure out what had just happened. Something wasn’t right. He narrowed his eyes.
Hmm…
Somewhere near the park, the Powerpunk Girls were walking back to the observatory, bruised, bloodied, and with ice cream smears on their faces.
“You’re such a… a… brat, Brat!” Brute said, “we had those boys! We would’ve been champions! But noooo, you had to start whining about ice cream!”
“Hey, don’t tell me you didn’t like that triple chocolate fudge sundae!” Brat shouted, pointing at Brute accusingly.
Brute ‘hmph’ed and crossed her arms.
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get them next time. We have bigger things to worry about,” Beserk said.
“Like what?” Brute asked.
“Like how are we going to tell Dad that we didn’t rob the bank today?” Beserk said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh no!” Brat gasped.
“Geez, Brat, don’t be such a crybaby. We’ll just come up with some kind of lie, right, Beserk?” Brute shook her head as she watched Brat cry and carry on.
“Yeah, what’s your problem?” Beserk said, annoyed.
“My dress! Those stupid boys ruined my dress! WAAAAHHH!!” Brat cried, picking up a nearby tree up by its roots and throwing it into the park.
Luckily, it was too late in the day for children to be playing there. Beserk and Brute were sure to duck.
“Calm down!” Beserk ordered, but Brat would have none of it.
“Calm down? Calm down? Don’t tell me to…”
“Girls!!” Mojo Jojo appeared at the entrance of his observatory, furious.
“Uhh… uhh…” Beserk started, suddenly forgetting the lie she was going to tell.
“MY DRESS!” Brat shrieked, throwing herself to the ground, punching and kicking.
Mojo Jojo cringed and covered his ears.
“What’s her problem?” he asked, the whining making him lose his train of furious thoughts.
“What?” Beserk screamed, trying to sound louder than Brat’s wailing.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, young lady!” Mojo Jojo shouted back.
“MY DRESS! MY DRESS! I WANNA NEW DRESS! AHHHH!”
Mojo Jojo fumed, “Hang on, girls! I’ll be RIGHT back.”
Beserk stared at him, confused, “WHAT SHACK?”
The question of where Mojo Jojo was going soon became less of a concern to her and Brute because Brat had started throwing random objects at them again. They didn’t know where she was getting the energy; both of them were still weak and tired from the fight with the Rowdyruff Boys.
Of course, the first thing the department store owner did when he saw Mojo Jojo was push the alarm under the counter. Mojo Jojo didn’t care to notice; he couldn’t believe he was doing this. Grumbling all the way, he stormed to the clothes section and began looking for dresses.
And I bet she’ll want a blue dress, too. Ugh, this one’s pink…
CRASH!
“Not so fast!”
“Mojo…”
“Jojo,” Bubbles finished.
Mojo Jojo blinked and a faint tinge of red reached his green cheeks. The Powerpuff Girls looked at the little pink dress he was holding. Blossom raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?”
“H-he.. He’s stealing a dress! Oh, this is rich! HAHAHAHAHA!” Buttercup fell to the ground, holding her stomach and laughing.
Bubbles covered her mouth when she began giggling. Mojo Jojo grinded his teeth. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“I wasn’t stealing it!” Mojo Jojo protested.
Blossom shrugged, smirking, “I don’t know what you want with a dress, Mojo Jojo, but EVERYBODY knows that supervillains steal what they want.”
Mojo Jojo tightened his fists, “Argh! You wretched Powerpuff Girls, this is NOT what it looks like! For if it was, I would have several dresses in my closet, which I do NOT, because I am male! To be precise, an evil genius male monkey, with plans to dominate the entire world! No evil genius would be caught dead in a pink dress, let alone the future evil genius ruler of the entire world! So, shut up! And besides…”
He pulled out his Supervillain Express Card, “I am not committing a crime here. Not yet, anyway.”
The Powerpuff Girls yawned, having sat through Mojo Jojo’s entire speech. Buttercup hiccupped from laughing so much earlier.
“So, what do you want the dress for?” she asked, giggling.
“Uhh…” A drop of sweat fell down the back of Mojo Jojo’s head.
The Powerpuff Girls grinned at him. Mojo Jojo put the pink dress away after spotting a blue one just like it.
“For your information, it’s all part of my ingenious plot to destroy you and take over the world, but I will not tell you of this plot I’m plotting because then you would foil it!”
The Powerpuff Girls stared at him. Then, they all shrugged.
“Whatever you say, Mojo,” Blossom said.
The Powerpuff Girls stayed in the store to confirm that Mojo Jojo was actually going to pay for the dress, then left when he did. He stormed back to his observatory and nearly missed being fried by Brat’s laser eye-beams, which were randomly targeting anything and everything.
“Shut up already!” He threw the blue dress at her and immediately Brat calmed down.
“YAY! I got a new dress! Oooo…”
Mojo Jojo bared his teeth and pointed to the steps leading up to the observatory.
“Inside. NOW!”
“Eee…” Brat was the first to run up the steps, followed by Brute, then Beserk.
Mojo Jojo had seen everything that happened in his observatory and was most displeased. Not only did the Powerpunk Girls not rob a bank and beat the Powerpuff Girls, but they didn’t even come in contact with the Powerpuff Girls. Those stupid Rowdyruff Boys got in the way…
Curses…
He marched up the steps, fully prepared to take out his frustrations on the Powerpunks. He looked around his observatory. Where were they?
He finally found them in his bedroom on HIS bed, sleeping. Mojo Jojo narrowed his eyes.
This is unacceptable. They’re going to get my bed dirty! I oughtta…
But they sure did look cute all cuddled up in bed together. Mojo Jojo turned away from his room and headed towards his favorite chair. He could yell at them tomorrow.
today i wuz so bored and i dicaded to write the new article.
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more tongues XDD
punk, puff or ruff:
boy or girl:
eye colour:
hair colour:
hair stille:
clothes: (diferent)
others: (bows, caps, braslets...)
name:
:p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p :p
tongues XD
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more tongues XDD