“What’s wrong now?!” Buttercup hollered

“My hair! It’s, It’s, . . . HELP!” was Bubbles’ reply.

“ You are just so dramatic sometimes, you 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 or something?! Am I even in this episode of Makeover Disaster?!”

Makeover Disaster is, on vote, their favorite show about some insane person that gives themselves a somewhat stomach-turning makeover, . . . Blindfolded.

“ I’ll be right back,” said sneaky Blossom. As soon as she stepped outside, WWHOOSH! Five minutes past and she was already beating the crime out of Mojo.

“ Give me that ray gun! It’s mine!” Mojo said angrily.

“No, and there’s nothing you 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 you got?” Bubbles pleaded.

“ Nu-uh, guess.”

“Tell us, stinkin’, tell us!” Buttercup finally alive and annoyed.

“Hair Gun!” she said 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!