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The Bowery Presents
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Color Me Curious
Cosmic Funnies
Not today Justin
Doug Jones
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The Bright Sessions

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Origami Around
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Love Begins
sheepfilms

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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
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// I should reboot this blog
"Oh gott nein!" He seemed utterly serious about that reaching a hand out to rest on her head. "We best find him soon."
Buttercup's frown just deepened, staring to the ground hopelessly.
"But I dunno where t' find him. Someone stole 'im an' he's gone forever."
"Oh leibeling come on you can tell me." He reached out to tap her on the forehead with his spade.
Buttercup just hunched her shoulders at the pats, her little hands balling into fists.
"Somebody took my gator..." He muttered, almost inaudibly.
"Who stole was leibeling?"
"W.. Well ir's jus'--"
"Nothing. Nevermind."
"RAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"Where IS IT!? Who stole it!?"
"I’m roleplaying [x Powerpuff Girl] except she has no powers and a different name and different hobbies and looks just like [x generic looking real life celebrity]"
why tho
"Oww.."
"You sure yell loudly for a little squirt."
"I can yell louder n' that."
"That's nothin'."
"BOOOORED!"
"Pay attention to me!!!"
"Pretty sure cake tastes the same without a stupid stick.”
Raph frowned at the cake pop that was suddenly right in his face, brow furrowed as he peered at it. He was quite unimpressed.
"Oh, yeah? You’re a clueless runt who doesn’t know what she’s talkin’ about.” He snatched the cakepop from her tiny fist, the little white stick beneath the ball of cake looking ridiculously dainty between his large, green fingers. "So the one who’s wrong here is you.”
Really, it had to just taste like regular cake.
"Hey! I ain't clueless! And I ain't a runt neither. Just 'cause you're bigger n' me doesn't mean you ain't small normally." Buttercup grumbled, floating before him with her hands on her hips.
"Eat it." She urged, pushing the turtle's hand that was holding the cake pop closer to his mouth. "Eat it n' admit you're wrong and smelly."
“Huh—?!”
"Oh. Squirt.”
"Yeah, I did. Got a problem with that?”
"Yeah, I do." Buttercup grumbled, holding up a cake pop inches away from his face.
"Bet you haven't even tried one b'fore 'cause you're a stupid turtlebutt. Eat it n' you'll see how dumb n' wrong you are."
"Why put cake on a stick?”
"That’s… just stupid. Humans are so weird.”
"Did you just call cake pops stupid?"
"Hey now, you got a lot to learn. Ain’t as easy as all that, kiddo. I grew up around this stuff…learned since I was a kid! You need someone willing to show ya."
Johnny smirked and reached over his shoulder to ruffle her hair.
"Luckily, ya got me."
"So, if you learned when you were a kid.." Buttercup pondered, pulling herself up to perch atop Johnny's shoulder. "...And since I'm a kid..."
"Does that mean you could teach me how to fix motorbikes n' stuff now?"
"Are you ser-"
"…… You are. Don’t you realize many alarms, especially in Gotham, will pick up on any movement if not properly evaded or turned off?"
"Well that's not my fault!"
"I usually fight giant monsters! You think giant monsters care about putting alarms on stuff?! Nooo! They just smash stuff and then I smash them! So shut up!"
She had spunk, and he could appreciate that. A smile cracked across his face. “Yeah, this is the Daily Bugle, kid. We print all kinds of things. But, we like to run Spider-Man, because he’s not a good person.”
She made a bitter face for a moment, narrowing her eyes up at him. "So you're th' guy that prints the stuff then, right? Usually guys with big moustaches run things. I know from experience. So you're him, right?"
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"Kid, the Bugle’s not a playground. You could get hurt with all the morons running around here." He stood up and walked around his desk, a rare quiet moment in the chief editor’s office.
He knelt down and rested his arm on his knee.
"Unless you’re here for the Drawing Contest?"
Buttercup sneered up at the man, crossing her arms defiantly. Yet another lame old geezer trying to talk toher like she was some little kid! Okay, well, she was-- but that wasn't the point!
"Nah." She replied bluntly. "Drawing's more a' my sister's thing." Standing up straight and staring the man directly in the eye with a certain brand of fierceness, she brought her true reason for being at the Bugle to the surface. "This is the place that prints all that junk about Spider-man, ain't it?"
"Heck yeah!"
"YES!"
"What're we playin'!?"
"I…"
"….missed you too, Buttercup."
Buttercup gave one of her raspy giggles, floating up to hang herself off of the back of Johnny's shoulder, as she often did. "Hey, HEY!"
"So when I'm big you're gonna teach me how t' ride a motorcycle, right? N' how t' make one an' stuff? I bet I could make a motorcycle from scraps n' stuff way faster than you could."