“Wake up!” I heard someone yelling at me. I opened my eyes and tried to adjust them to the light, the whole time hearing a high-pitched voice. “She’s gone!” I finally woke up from my daze and looked around. It was early morning, probably around 7:00 A.M., and Bubbles was looking at me with a frantic expression.
“What’s going on?” I said sleepily. “Who’s gone?”
I got out of bed and pulled my hair into a quick ponytail. “We’ll find her!” I reassured her. Her hair was in frizzy, loose pigtails, and she looked so tired and worried. “We will, Bubbles! Um, how about you go look for her at Dexter’s house, ok?” She nodded her head and flew away. I sighed in relief and ran out into the hallway.
“Bunny!” The Professor exclaimed as he saw me. “First, I was worried sick when you all disappeared… Next, one of my daughters doesn’t come back with everyone else, then I had to save a young boy who I thought was an enemy, and now another one of my daughters disappears? I can’t handle this!” He ran his hands through his hair and ran out into his car to go out searching. I ran down the stairs, and before I could think of anything to do, the door swung open. Bubbles and Dexter ran into the room.
I almost giggled when I looked at Dexter; he had some baggy science chemical patterned pajamas, unkempt hair, and his glasses were a little crooked.
“Dexter, you look like a five year-old who just woke up from his nap.” I said jokingly.
He frowned and blushed. “I came here to assist, not to be humiliated.”
I stopped smiling. “Sorry…”
“No one’s seen her!” Bubbles wailed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find her!” I said calmingly.
“What… What happened…” A crackly voice said quietly from the lab. Bubbles gasped and without a word she zoomed downstairs.
Dexter looked at me confused. “Boomer.” I explained. His expression looked more puzzled than before, so I told him the entire story.
“Oh, well then Buttercup is just fine.” He said matter-of-factly as he adjusted his glasses so they would be straight.
Now it was my turn to look confused. He sighed. “Of course with Buttercup’s personality she had to do something irrational from that experience.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Buttercup either went to blow off some steam, or do something very… very Buttercup. All in all, you don’t need to worry about her; at the moment. Now if you don’t mind, I am going back to my house and taking a shower.”
“You sure?” I was hoping he was.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He said. “Good bye, I’ll come over very shortly to check on the progress of Boomer so we can leave as soon as possible to save Blossom.” He stared off into the distance sadly for a few seconds before he opened the door to leave.
“Oh, one thing Dexter…”
“Yes?” He asked as the door was almost closing.
“Next time you come over, please don’t use that fancy talk… It makes you sound really nerdy.”
He glared at me then closed the door.