“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!...