Ch74: Genndakovsky-BurchillA screech of tires. The chugging of the unleaded petrol engine. The sound of Buttercup's frustrated growls as the vehicle came to a stop.
"I thought you said you were getting those fixed!" she glowered, folding her arms. Why did they have to ride in the car, anyway? It's not like flying to and from school was strenuous! The Professor had decided to take measures into his own hands today, however. He didn't want any energy wasted on behalf of the girls whatsoever, especially considering that in about 8 hours a spaceship would arrive in orbit carrying a foe that demanded every bit of their resilience to topple. Buttercup was surprised at the Professor's optimism given that she was still sticking to her belief that the fight could easily not go in their favour. Apparently the ticket to success was in the avoidance of doing anything superhero-like, which is exactly what annoyed Buttercup. She wanted to fly! Instead she was strapped to the back seat of the family sedan, an old white car tha