“What’s wrong now?!” Buttercup hollered
“My hair! It’s, It’s, . . . HELP!” was Bubbles’ reply.
“ u are just so dramatic sometimes, u know? I bet there’s …”
stopped cold in the bathroom entrance, she was face to face to something that looked like either a giant, molding hair ball that hadn’t been picked up in weeks, or, hard cooked noodles all tied up as if ready to make a circus in New York City.
“ Girls, what’s going on up . . . AAAHHH!!! Bubbles, what happened!?”
Buttercup ran behind Blossom scared, but mad.
“It was Mojo, Blossom, I just know it was him!
The jerk! If I ever see that loser again I’ll -”
“Buttercup!”
“What?!”
“Be quiet! This is not helping!”
“Fine. But what are we going to do?”
They just keep going and going until they get Bubbles frustrated.
“Hey, Hey, HHEEEEYYYY!!!!! I’m I not part of this of something?! Am I even in this episode of Makeover Disaster?!”
Makeover Disaster is, on vote, their favoriete toon about some insane person that gives themselves a somewhat stomach-turning makeover, . . . Blindfolded.
“ I’ll be right back,” zei sneaky Blossom. As soon as she stepped outside, WWHOOSH! Five minuten past and she was already beating the crime out of Mojo.
“ Give me that straal, ray gun! It’s mine!” Mojo zei angrily.
“No, and there’s nothing u can do about it! Bye!”
Then Blossom fled right back to the house where Bubbles was crying and Buttercup watching T.V.
“ Guess what I got?” she taunted.
“Huh? What? What u got?” Bubbles pleaded.
“ Nu-uh, guess.”
“Tell us, stinkin’, tell us!” Buttercup finally alive and annoyed.
“Hair Gun!” she zei happily. She pointed, aimed, and fired. . .BOOM!!! In the mess of it all, there was Bubbles, with the shiniest, straightest, most beautiful hair she had ever had.
The end! plz comment!
“My hair! It’s, It’s, . . . HELP!” was Bubbles’ reply.
“ u are just so dramatic sometimes, u know? I bet there’s …”
stopped cold in the bathroom entrance, she was face to face to something that looked like either a giant, molding hair ball that hadn’t been picked up in weeks, or, hard cooked noodles all tied up as if ready to make a circus in New York City.
“ Girls, what’s going on up . . . AAAHHH!!! Bubbles, what happened!?”
Buttercup ran behind Blossom scared, but mad.
“It was Mojo, Blossom, I just know it was him!
The jerk! If I ever see that loser again I’ll -”
“Buttercup!”
“What?!”
“Be quiet! This is not helping!”
“Fine. But what are we going to do?”
They just keep going and going until they get Bubbles frustrated.
“Hey, Hey, HHEEEEYYYY!!!!! I’m I not part of this of something?! Am I even in this episode of Makeover Disaster?!”
Makeover Disaster is, on vote, their favoriete toon about some insane person that gives themselves a somewhat stomach-turning makeover, . . . Blindfolded.
“ I’ll be right back,” zei sneaky Blossom. As soon as she stepped outside, WWHOOSH! Five minuten past and she was already beating the crime out of Mojo.
“ Give me that straal, ray gun! It’s mine!” Mojo zei angrily.
“No, and there’s nothing u can do about it! Bye!”
Then Blossom fled right back to the house where Bubbles was crying and Buttercup watching T.V.
“ Guess what I got?” she taunted.
“Huh? What? What u got?” Bubbles pleaded.
“ Nu-uh, guess.”
“Tell us, stinkin’, tell us!” Buttercup finally alive and annoyed.
“Hair Gun!” she zei happily. She pointed, aimed, and fired. . .BOOM!!! In the mess of it all, there was Bubbles, with the shiniest, straightest, most beautiful hair she had ever had.
The end! plz comment!
