Author's Note: And so, here is the ending..and yes, there will be a sequel. I hope I have done a little bit to add reading enjoyment to this section for what it is worth. It is all in good fun, after all...

Epilogue

November 18th, 2009 3:30 pm

The City of Townsville...is havin' a party! Can't you just feel it?

A rather upscale looking house sat in a everyday street in the suburbs of a town with mile high skyscrapers.

Unlike so many other days however, on this one very special date, the far off city streets were just as blissfully boring and mundane as the houses' own.

Yes, sir! After days of non-stop work, Townsville's own native daughters have made this a day of rest for everyone...Aw, they..grow..up..so fast...

Car sped along merrily un-stomped, and the sound of diamond necklaces being lawfully paid for clicked with a happy ring of old fashion cash registers.

Meanwhile on the roof of the Utonium home, an unnoticed shadow sat in silent contentment, a small flock of tiny sparrows perched upon it's shoulders and the top of a masked skull head.

The upper circular windows and the lower glass panes blinked on with flashing strobe lights, their patterns set to a pounding bass beat... as a skeleton hand reached out to softly pet a small feathered back....

Ah hem, but now is a time for celebration! And everyone knows no one throws a birthday bash like the... Powerpuff Girls!

In the main living room a crowd of teenagers milled, dressed in everything from hastily made toilet paper mummies to slapped together bits and pieces of discount Halloween trappings.

In fact, the only ones who seemed to have costumes that truly matched the very detailed Egyptian themed decorations were shattered through the room:

Buttercup zipping back and forth over everyone in a glittery Cleopatra headdress, and Blossom, as a bow and arrow carrying Menhit, was in hot pursuit, talking all the while.

"He chose Anubis, Buttercup, Anubis! Do you know what that means?"

"Bubbles has a thing for geeks that still sleep with Star Wars sheets?"

Blossom paused, heroically fishing a half drown Mitch out of the punch bowl, still chattering at a mile a minute.

"No, it's a amazingly insightful decision without the overrated trappings of Osiris , but that's still not as blatantly presumptuous as Set!"

"Oh." Buttercup made a face, wrinkling her flat nose as she carefully floated the other direction from where Blossom stared, glossy eyed.

A properly chaperoned bash that is. You get down with your parental self, Professor!... Oo, cake!

Bubbles, as a simple handmaiden in a short black wig with darkened eyes, floated in the middle of the throng. She held the arm of a taller thin figure in a black jackal mask who still only came level with the Professors' chin, standing on two perfectly normal non-flying feet.

"Now what did you say your name was?" The professor asked with a grin around his pipe.

"Um it's...his name..." Bubbles fidgeted with a gulp,hiding halfway behind the boy's elbow and invoking a soft chuckle from behind the mask.

"Um..his name is.." Bubbles began again, taking a deep breath as if trying to draw up all of an inner courage.

Suddenly, the music swelled to a roar as the lights dimmed to half their normal power, sending up a whoop from the crowd.

"Would you kids excuse me for a moment?"

The Professor glared, picking up a especially paint worn looking bullhorn and raising it roofward.

"Buttercup! Turn up those lights, turn down that volume, and melt the lock back on the liquor cabinet right this instant!"

The deafening music died back down, the rising lighting revealing a grumbling Buttercup floating back upstairs with an unopened bottle of vodka.

The watchful father paused for a moment, ear raised toward the stairway like a wise hunter of disobedience.

"I don't hear any wielding young lady!"

The mask lifted slowly with a long fingered hand to reveal a fresh teenage face.

Although his complexion was far from perfect, high cheek bones and light auburn skin around expressive green eyes spoke of a certain weather blown handsomeness, his messy mop of black hair somehow complementing the wisps of a future goatee.

His voice, when it came at last, was a soft and and meek musical sound.

"My n..ame i..is Joseph, Mr. U..utonium."

'Joseph?' Bubbles mouthed, quickly facing away from her father and sisters.

"Hi ..Joey." Blossom said with a giggle, floating nearer.

"Blossom? Yoohoo, Blossom!" Bubbles huffed, drifting up to wave a hand in front of her face.

"H..hi." The boy replied awkwardly, stepping in a quick half circle to put Bubbles between the prying pink eyes and himself.

"My, what a well behaved young man!" The professor grinned, not noticing the small drama. "I always knew my little Bubbles was an excellent judge of character. It's nice to meet you.."

"Oh no, P..professor U..tonium. The honor is all m..mine. I love your t..thesis on advanced gene mapping and stem cell regeneration. I found them v..very intelligently simulating."

Three sets of wide eyes stared in shock at the boy as the Professor's pipe dropped from a slack jaw.

"You actually read one of the Professor's papers without falling asleep?" Buttercup gapped.

"Yes I would like to b..be a doctor..s..someday." Joseph spoke even softer, shy green eyes meeting the girl's own. "Buttercup is it?"

"Yeah." Buttercup mumbled, glancing away with a slight pinkness to her cheeks.

"Hot dog! " The Professor hopped in barely controlled glee. "Joey, would you like to see my lab someday, son?"

"Professor!" Bubbles said with a surprised laugh.

"Would you like to see my encyclopedia set?" Blossom peeped in a warm tone.

"No he wouldn't!" Bubbles snapped as Joseph shook his head in agreement from his new perch, safely lifted a few feet in the air by the pigtail superhero with no effort at all.

"But..." Blossom began, suddenly interrupted by a loud ringing buzz.

Flying at a high speed

A pink and green light zipped to the phone, an old fashion 1920's model made of white porcelain the major had sent just hours before as a gift.

Just like every day of the last eleven years, Blossom got there first.

"Yes? What is it mayor? A monster's destroying the annual pumpkin pie fest? We're on it!"

Having the courage

In the background a groan of disappointment rose up from the party, coupled with the sound of balloons, blow up plastic chairs, a spirits deflating.

Getting over crisis
I'll rescue the people

"C'mon girls! Let's Go!"

"Right!" Bubbles and Buttercup chorused with a nod, zipping into the sky as the crowd poured into the street from the house, cheering.

Kicking out a bad guy

"Okay..now if we just.." Blossom began as they soared higher into the open air, a dance of red and gold fall leaves swirling around them.

"Hey, where's Bubbles?" Buttercup asked as they turned back.

Beating up a monster

Both blinked in open mouthed shock at the thin boy who now happened to be kissing her full on the mouth and progressing nearly to her tonsils.

In the entanglement of the passionate farewell kiss it was hard to tell where the human boy's face ended and the powerpuff's began, anchored to the ground with an arm like a bottled firefly, and drawn in with the other by fingers pressed into her long hair.

Fighting against evil

When they finally broke apart to a growing 'aw' from the crowd, and the unmistakable thud of a fainting Professor, Bubbles' cheeks were a bright red that even the cold breeze of flying took more than a moment to fade.

She flew quickly up pass her sisters, making the two struggle to keep up with her sudden energy, looking on with a mixture of awe and regret .

I'll rescue this town

Where there had for so many years been teasing and jokes an unsteady silence grew.

"Joey's really great, I'm sorry for what I said before, Bubbles. I feel just awful.." Blossom lowered her eyes, elbowing Buttercup.

"He's okay, for a dork.." Buttercup agreed in her way, the sight pinkness returning to her cheeks.

You know I'm a super girl

"Oh girls..you don't know what that means to me.." Bubbles hugged her sisters to each side as they flew on, stealing a glance out of the corner of her already tearstained eye.

Among the crowd, completely forgotten in the cheering, a jackal masked figure dipped down in a slow graceful stage bow.

Yes I'm a plucky girl

"Gah, now you're going to start crying when you're happy to? I just don't get you, Bubblehead." Buttercup rolled her eyes.

The serious atmosphere broke away moments later with the sound of a bright clear voice.

I never say die

"Tag, you're it!"

The pink trail cut through gray cold, clouds above where a shadowed skull headed figure still sat, now rimmed by black eyed sparrow corpses chirping again happily, their flesh loose on bleached, moth eaten wings.

"Hey, no fair! Not so fast, Blossom!"

No one can stop me

As the beams of light melted into the late afternoon sky, the boy rocked back on his heels with a growing smile..Before he to was gone, leaving behind a laughter as faint as the wind.

And once again the day will be saved..thanks to..The Powerpuff Girls!

'Cause I like to fight!

Below the three girls the almost unnoticeable form of a galloping horse kept perfect time, its' skeletal body reflecting the clear, prismatic brilliance of the dipping sun.

?????? 2009 ??????

In the blackness of an eternal mists a cat yawned. Its' bright pink tongue stood out in sharp contrast to it's glossy black coat as it pawed in a circle, settling down again to snuggle into a warm lap of pink fur, with the contentment of three curled tails.

"When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles
and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles..."

Three sets of yellow eyes looked up silently at the large claws flipping the pages of a picture book, matching green gingham dresses with oversized white buttons setting off their own red skin.

The oldest held the toddler of the group as it sucked on a Powerpuff Girl brand pacifier, letting it play with her diamond necklace while they listened with perched, pointed ears.

"..they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle..."

In the darkness that enrobed all but the small semi-circle of reading light around a set of hoofed feet in the plush red carpet, the slow creek of a door opening echoed slowly.

A greeting to the arrival, as the mists swirled playful, was edged with the brightness of a smile.

"Giirls...Daddy has someone very special he'd like you to meet..."

The smallest of the three sprang up, totting over and offering the visitor a dogeared copy of 'The Cat in The Hat' in her tiny lobster claws with a pleading look, before falling over on her diapered bottom.

In the background as the lighting grew brighter, the glinting yellow eyes of a hundred small faces looked with a snap toward the door.

Bubbles dropped her bag.