The weekend started out like any other. The Powerpuff Girls sleepily got out of bed and began the routine of getting ready for the day. Luckily it was Saturday and there was no school, because things would have been even worse. School would have to be dealt with but not until Monday, and it would give the Girls a chance to adjust to the thing that was about to happen. Bubbles was about to develop a teensy weensy little problem.

She was very tired so she told Blossom and Buttercup to go ahead, and let her sleep. She swore she hadn't even shut her eyes when Buttercup was yelling at her to move her butt, and Blossom was shaking her.

"Come on, Bubbles!" Buttercup complained. "It's my turn to make breakfast but I'm not making it twice!"

"Gowayiwannasleeps'more." was the answer Blossom got to her shaking. She gave up.

"Fine, Bubbles, waste a beautiful morning like this if you want. Come on, Buttercup!"

The two sisters left the room. Before heading downstairs, they peeked in on Professor Utonium. He had been working late, as usual, and appeared to be dead to the world. The thing he had been working on was what would lead to Bubbles' troubles in the next few minutes.

The sleepy little girl finally threw the covers back and the bright sunlight hit her full in the face. It hurt, so she covered her eyes with her hands and kept them there as she floated out of bed and toward the bathroom. Naturally, this caused a little difficulty in seeing, and she flew straight into the wall. That left her a bit groggy, not to mention grumpy, and she was slightly off-target in finding the bathroom doorway. She banged her head against the doorframe, backed up, and this time made it inside. Her mood worsened by the moment.

She grabbed her toothbrush and picked up the tube of toothpaste. It was flattened and curled up.

"Stupid Blossom!"

Blossom insisted on squeezing every last drop out of the tube, so as to not be wasteful. There was probably a smidgen left in there, but she was definitely NOT in the mood. The heck with it, her teeth wouldn't fall out if she skipped it just this once. She really didn't like starting out the day this upset, and decided a little music would help cheer her up while she dressed. She reached for and picked up the little waterproof radio sitting on the edge of the bathtub. But one of her sisters had left soap on it, and it slipped right out of her hand and bounced off the sink. The back opened up and the batteries fell out as everything hit the floor. One of the batteries ended up behind the toilet and she had to get down on her knees to reach it. When she stood up, she hit her head on the doorknob of the bathroom door. Of course, her luck held, and she dropped the batteries right into the toilet bowl.

"Oh, POOH!!!!

She wasn't about to fish them out so she slammed the handle and sent them on their way to somewhere deep below Townsville, and stormed into the bedroom to get their CD player. She was determined to get her music. She should have known better, but she wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. She plugged it in, popped in her favorite CD of 'Blarney the Singing Sea Serpent' tunes, and rested it on the edge of the tub. She ran water into the sink and was about to pull her nightie up over her head when she heard a splash and suddenly Blarney was singing under water.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she screamed in frustration. One of the girls, Buttercup probably, forgot to empty the bathtub. As she reached in to get the player out of the water, she was telling herself she should unplug it first. But she was a Powerpuff and had been zapped hundreds of times by monsters with far more juice than plain old house current, and she expected nothing more than a tickle. Boy, was she in for a surprise.

What she didn't know about was what Professor had been up so late working on the night before. His previous experiment to turn apples into oranges had gone haywire and turned everyone in Townsville into someone else. Bubbles and Mayor had switched bodies, then she got turned into a cute little caterpillar, which was fun until ol' lard-butt Mojo almost squashed her. All that happened because Professor had shorted something out. Determined never to have that happen again, he devised a way to run ordinary house current into a massive grid that could generate and store all the power he would ever need for any experiment. It was able to do so without causing a drain on the Townsville power supply; don't ask me how because I'm no scientist. And with a simple flick of a switch, that electricity could feed back into the electrical system of the house, and back out into Townsville if needed; which was a great back-up if a lightning storm ever knocked things out. What caused Bubbles' troubles was that Professor was up so late and was so tired he forgot to close the switch before going to bed. And when Bubbles grabbed the CD player out of the water, there was nothing to stop all that stored-up juice. If it had been direct current, it would have probably done nothing more than blow her through the roof. Heck, she'd done that on her own plenty of times. But the electricity was converted into the standard alternating current that all homes use, and she couldn't let go. With her in the way, the power couldn't flow out into the town, it all went right through her, back and forth. The bands holding her pigtails popped off and her blonde hair frizzed out in all directions. She was stuck there holding the player until the fail-safe system that Professor had built into the house wiring sensed the wires getting hot and tripped a circuit breaker. She fell to the floor and the system, sensing an end to the problem, fed electricity into the wires normally once again.

Down in the kitchen, Blossom was just about to open her mouth to ask what was taking Bubbles so long. Suddenly, the lights blinked out for a second, then back on. They heard a loud 'thud' coming from upstairs.

"What the heck was that?" Buttercup said, dropping her forkful of scrambled eggs.

They hurried upstairs, not knowing if it came from their room or Professor's. But when the smoke alarm started beeping, they knew. They flew into their room and saw a bit of smoke curling out of the bathroom.

"Bubbles!" Blossom hissed. "What are you doing?!"

They dashed in there and Buttercup smacked the alarm into silence. They wanted to deal with whatever their sister had done by themselves. If Professor woke up, came in and saw a big mess, their weekend might be over before it started.

"Man, it STINKS in here!" Buttercup griped.

Blossom waved away smoke. "Bubbles, what did you- Ohhhhhhh!!! Bubbles!!!!"

Bubbles' eyes stared up at them, wide open, from where she lay on the floor. About the top third of each hair on her head was singed black, and that's where the smoke came from. The hairs were all sticking out straight. Except for a small burn on her left hand and that she seemed rather pale, she looked otherwise all right. They looked around and saw the melted CD player on the floor, still plugged in. Buttercup yanked the cord out and looked inside at what little was left.

"Aw, Bubbles, it had to be Blarney, didn't it? You dummy!"

Blossom picked up where Buttercup left off. "Bubbles, are you stupid or something? Now get up and finish getting- Bubbles?"

She hadn't flinched, twitched or batted either eyelash (both of which were slightly singed, too).

"Buttercup, she's not moving!"

"Duh! That's what happens when you pass out!"

"No! Look! When did you ever see anyone sleeping with their eyes wide open?!"

"Oh, no!"

They both dropped to the floor. Blossom started slapping Bubbles' face and Buttercup picked up one arm and felt it.

"Come on, Bubbles, wake up!"

"Blossom, I'm not getting a pulse!"

"Duh! That's 'cause I'm DEAD, you doo-doo heads! An' it's all your fault!"

"W-wh-who s-said that?" Blossom squeaked. She hadn't seen Bubbles' mouth move. Buttercup dropped her sister's arm and jumped back.

"B-B-Buh-B-B-B-Bubbles?"

"Up here, you dorks!"

The two petrified girls looked up to where they thought the voice came from. They saw their very angry sister floating near the ceiling, looking like she never had before. She was a very pale blue from the top of her head down to her bare, toeless feet, and they could see right through her. She was dressed in an eerie, transparent version of the nightie that she had been wearing when the accident occurred.

Buttercup groaned. "This isn't happening. Tell me this isn't happening."

Blossom was a little less subdued. "Bubbles! This is no time to be fooling around! Get down from there and get back inside your body right this minute!"

"I can't!" she screamed. "I already tried!"

Buttercup pointed up at her. "Hey, why is it our fault?"

"You and your stupid savin' on toothpaste got me mad, Blossom, and then everything went wrong when I tried to get cheered up by listenin' to Blarney and he fell in the tub and I got fried 'cause you left the bathtub full, Buttercup!"

Blossom shifted her feet nervously. "Uh, that was me, too. I thought we could save by using the bathwater over."

"Well, gee, Bubbles, it's stupid to go stickin' your hand in the water while the thing was still plugged in!" Buttercup said, attempting to defend Blossom.

"Yeah, but I didn't know it was gonna do that! It never happened before!" Bubbles complained.

"She's right, Buttercup." Blossom said. "Remember when she used to go around licking the outlets 'cause it tickled her tongue? Plain old house current shouldn'ta done this!"

"Who cares? Look what she did to Blarney! Bubbles, I'm gonna kick your butt!" Buttercup zipped up to where her ghost-like sister was.

"Over my dead body!" Bubbles challenged, and the two girls swung their fists at each other. Both connected, but their faces registered surprise when Buttercup's fist passed right on through and put a hole in the wall. Bubbles' fist sailed into Buttercup's stomach and came out through her back. They dropped their arms and stared at each other.

"Girls!" Blossom shouted at them to stop, then looked on in amazement. "Girls? Bubbles, this is crazy! You CAN'T be a ghost!"

Buttercup and Bubbles floated down to Blossom and the three looked into the mirror. All they could see were Blossom and Buttercup.

"Whoa!" Buttercup said. "WE can see YOU, but not your REFLECTION!"

"Me neither!" Bubbles said, beginning to cry tearlessly.

"Aw, don't cry!" The two girls tried to comfort Bubbles by hugging her, but passed right through and banged heads.

"Ow!" Blossom cried, rubbing her forehead. "I guess you really ARE a ghost, Bubbles!"

"Man, what are we gonna tell Professor?" Buttercup wondered.

"He's gonna kill me when he finds out!" Bubbles whined.

"Bubbles, this is no time to be funny!" Blossom scolded her.

"I'm not! Girls, we can't go tell Professor with me lookin' like that. You gotta fix my hair!"

"Yeah, we'll get you all fixed up, Bubbles. I can't believe this!" Blossom shook her head.

"I guess I got the living daylights shocked outta me!" Bubbles said.

Buttercup bent down and started to pick her sister up off the floor. She made a face. "Whew, that's not all! We're gonna have to give you a bath, too!"