Down in his lab and ignorance of what was going on upstairs, Professor Utonium began pouring the contents of one beaker into another, creating a bright silver substance that bubbled rapidly. A small amount of fizz came up past the brim but didn't overflow, giving it that nice beaker-full-of-chemicals look. The joy of impending discovery was stopped cold by another, far less enjoyable feeling. He was lacking something that, if his equations were correct, would be key to success. The Professor put the glass container into a special device that would delay any further chemical reaction until he returned (called an H.Y.H. Machine, Utonium's own invention) and went up stairs, his sock-covered feet barely making a sound on the carpeting. As he dashed by the bedrooms, he stopped as a sound caught his attention. Some kind of noise was coming from Blossom's room. He put an ear to the door and listened. It sounded like Blossom, but that was impossible. She was at school already.<br/><br/>Wasn't she?<br/><br/>It seemed so unlike Blossom to miss school or even not be early for it. Leaving after Buttercup seemed downright impossible, and this from a man who had created a time machine, a super power granting chemical and three human beings by himself from things bought for under five bucks at Malph's and a bucket of vague 'nice things'. Slowly, Utonium tested the knob to find it unlocked, so he continued turning and soon began pushing the door open, hoping it wouldn't creak. Luck was on his side, in at least one respect, as the door silently revealed the scene behind it.<br/><br/>The Professor wasn't horrified, though his dropped jaw would make proving it difficult. He was just shocked. The Professor wasn't so dumb as to think his girls never touched themselves this way. Even Bubbles, he assumed, had had an orgasm or two in her life. Ever since getting fingers, he was aware in the back of his mind that they would begin using them this way eventually. But to see it happening was dumbfounding. How should he handle this? Punishment wasn't an option, since masturbation wasn't bad and if he did punish her, the others might find out why and that would only humiliate Blossom. Should he just leave? That seemed best, but his legs wouldn't turn him around, the shock to his system hadn't relinquished control of them yet. So instead, he just stood there with his stunned head halfway in the room.