Author's Note:

Edited as of 10/25/09. If you see any troubles please tell me nicely, my dyslexia loves to make me blind or make things sound like Madlibs on too much mountain dew :P. Latest chapter edited, dates fixed, please refresh...

This is the sequel to my first PPG fanfic (yes, you should read that one before this one), that just so happens to have been burning a hole in my hardrive, titleless, long before I finished Pomegranate Legwarmers. If the first was a character study of Him, I think I would call this a character study of the nature of the world of PPGs itself. Like I said before, if I had a dollar for every good PPG fanfic I had not read yet I would be rich, so I'm sorry if I step on anyone's toes with things that have been done before, better, or both. While this does have religious themes religion in their world=/= religion in ours :3. Due to the nature of the story chapters may be very short or long, and may be brighter in tone. For many things I blame Deus Ex Procella for getting me thinking :). I do not own The Beatles, PBS style animal shows, or a pair of magical traveling pants :(. Swearing happens, but is very rare, so please don't worry...

Ambrosia Gloves

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine...

Prologue

On a pink journal page edged with sunflowers, words danced and swayed in blue colored pencil.

Here and there small doodles broke up the written lines, drawn in a skilled realistic style that moved as if alive, rooted to the page.

April 5th, 2013

Sooner or later everyone comes to the diner.

If you learn to listen carefully enough you can tell it's not for the food.

It's good, but it's not that good, even when I help a little...

At least the Mayor still likes my pickle and cheese sandwiches.

Everyone needs a place to belong, even villains.

They use to stare a lot when I first started to work here a couple of years ago. Really mean stares.

I thought I might have to fight and give them all new bloody noses, but then he talked to them. Then they were afraid.

Now they aren't really ether.

If only Blossom and Buttercup could see them not being mean or afraid...Could see them just being.

I think, I think they would be proud of how I try to make them smile.

My favorite times are the mornings, when the first day customers come in.

Mojo has been coming in earlier and earlier to sit in his favorite spot under the main street window.

He watches the world wake up and steals the first sunbeams of the day, along with four banana milkshakes topped with extra whipped cream and sprinkles.

I guess it is true, monkeys are solar powered!

I still wonder what he is thinking about though...

Then Sedusa gets off the night swift, sits down with a sigh like always, buttons up her blouse, and pours the tips jar out on a table for us to count.

Today I was able to make $40.50 into $40.52 with the magic without anyone seeing.

It's true you can't make something from nothing, but you can sort of see where it comes from.

A piece of demon soul wedding ring is a funny thing to use to pick up two pennies from an alleyway, but after a few years it's not that bad.

Once you get use to it.

And sex with Lafayette is really really not bad...Even on 'only write his name' days when...

A black flash of color zipped under the star sticker dotted journal, stealing away the larger leather bound volume beneath it.

The Powerpuff girl known as Bubbles yelped in surprise, falling over backwards in her chair onto the floor, long ankle length blonde hair frizzled around her.

"My sketchbook!"

Sedusa's living hair gripped the book, bringing it down to eye level in one sharp whipping sound.

"Relax sweetie, I'm not going to hurt it or anything..." The villainess said, flicking the pages slowly. "Hm, these are pretty good!"

"I don't care! You give it back right..." Bubbles growled, stopping mid- fingerless punch. "Y..You really think so?"

"Really, really good!" Sedusa added with a nod as pieces of her hair seemed to look at the pages to, joining in with their own weaving agreement. "Have you ever thought of going to art.. college?..Oh my..."

Wide eyes focused over flushed cheeks as the once most scandalous villainess in all of Townsville titled her head to the side.

"Now this is..interesting...How do you two...?"

Bubbles blushed, barely able to get her words out at a whisper.

"You're holding it wrong side up."

Sedusa slowly tilted the sketchbook in her hair, her cheeks growing even redder as a hand went to her mouth in a silent gasp.

"Is that even... physically possible?"

Bubbles drifted up to admire her work with a small smile over the stunned critic's shoulder.

"Not if you're not a puff."