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.........GrrrrrRRRRAGGGHHH!!!
CRASH!!
Narrator: The City of Townsville, in a cold, inevitable night, where Mojo Jojo is.......uhhhh.......losing it, to say the least.
The Narrator barely dodges when an egg-beater is nearly thrown at him, as Mojo Jojo is screaming his lungs out after failing once more to destroy the Powerpuff Girls. Mojo Jojo, now red with rage, began to smash his inferior weapons that have failed to destroy the Powerpuff Girls over and over, tear apart his blueprints, knowing that they are going to be failing once more tomorrow morning, and even smash and tear apart his mini-fridge, as he cursed all the foods as if they're the Powerpuff Girls and threw them out an open window.
Mojo Jojo: Banana, you have failed me for the last time for giving me false inspiration to destroy the Powerpuff Girls every time I eat you! GRAH!! And you, milk!! You remind me of those stupid, idiotic girls, what with your nutritional value and your message of supporting the bones of little kids, thus the power of little INFANT GIRLS!!! AAGH!! And you, pickle!! I don't even need a reason to throw you out the window, I just hate stupid pickles, they smell and they remind me of the whiny Mayor whom I bet cannot even pull up his own underwear without that damn assistant!!! AAGH!!
Mojo Jojo then grabs his entire fridge, crashing the window adjacent to the open one, as he crumbles to the floor in hopelessness, saying, "Dangit, I will never be rid of those Powerpuff Girls, what with their powers! I have tried everything! A monkey army, hypnosis rays, giant tech, roboticization traps, and NOTHING!! GRAHHH!!.....Oh, forget it. I might as well just wallow while watching the TV. Perhaps, I shall find some way to vaporize the Powerpuff Girls AFTER I see some little girls being beaten up on the cartoon channel, whatever that may be.
He then leans down onto his recliner, channel-flicking with each and every single click as it pans over to commercials staring Playboy Magazines, a Talking Dog supporting some new "Meat Jam" made by Fuzzy Lumpkins, patent pending, to which Mojo Jojo mumbles, ".....Note to self: If I ever were to kill myself, I would scale up to the heights of Fuzzy Lumpkins' own fat.....and leap down towards his IQ!!!", as he slammed the button once more, as it panned over to a horror movie, just at the moment of the usual protagonist's crush's death.
Lady: NO!! NO, NO, NOOOOO!!!
Doppleganger: Don't you worry......Now that everyone has left you because of me.......There's nothing left stopping me from merging with you.
The lady on-screen screams her lungs out, cornered into a wall, as......a bleeding copy of her, one modified, hair nearly burnt out, half of her jaw being exposed and burnt to a crisp, eyes glowing red, as the doppelganger then grabs her by the broken legs.....and drags her deep into her own body by-
Narrator: NO, NO, NO! We're not talking about........how she did to that lady like......The Thing. Jesus, there may be children reading!
Mojo Jojo: Hey!! Both of you, stop narrating your little, idiotic, stupid narrations, for I'm trying to watch this sub-par media of entertainment I dare to call a horror movie! Ugh, some people have no taste, I mean, seriously, a lady being universally hated by a doppelganger. Yea, right, like who would ever listen to-?...........
Narrator:.....Ohhh, no. I know that look, ladies and gents. That's the look he gives when he comes up with a really messed-up idea.
Mojo Jojo: That is it! I shall create monsters looking exactly like the Powerpuff Girls, abominations hiding within their fleshy covers of the little supergirls so that they may create havoc in the night and cause true tragedies within the night, when nobody is looking and, thus, vulnerable for them to be ambushed, creating even more havoc for the people! At this point, the people will have no other choice but to condemn and exile the Powerpuff Girls FOREVER!! MWAHAHAHA!! And if anybody, ANYBODY were to try and help the poor, dear Powerpuff Girls.....HAHAHAHA!! The people get EATEN!!.....The only problem is that I cannot merely start a cloning experiment in plain sight now, I will need to hide it under a cover, a cover so gross, so stupid, and so universally hated that nobody will want to peek into my business!! Now, what to choose?......Hm......Pickle eating gathering? No, you idiot, Mojo! The Mayor would not resist!!.......Cyrptocurrency and bitcoin investement meeting?.......No, that is too evil, even for me, and besides, if I did, I would have to deal with that idiot Morbucks......Farting competition? Ugh, no, why would I even think of that?! I need something gross, ugly, and stupid all at ONCE!!
Mojo Jojo then walks around his lab, trying to figure out his cover......only to hear the distant sounds of shooting and screams of "GET OFFA MAH PROPERTY!!", as he looks out the window to see......a little pink hillbilly atop his rocking chair, shooting at anyone and anything that gets on his property with his trusty Boomstick, and playing Bluegrass tunes whilst looking for flies to be zapped by his bug-zapper and eaten by him.........one of Townsville's most rudest, prominent villains......Fuzzy Lumpkins.
Mojo Jojo: YES!! A hillbilly meeting! Everyone in Townsville hates hillbillies, they are gross, ugly, and stupid, all at once! I shall cover my facilities with the disguise of a Meatlovers Meeting for Hillbillies Only, so that even the most disgusting, most revolting, most smelly, most isolated people cannot even dare to bring themselves in! I will.......offer MEAT JAM, the most HORRIFIC food combination IN EXISTENCE, so the first who comes in so that nobody comes in, not even the Powerpuff Girls, and I will be able to complete my experiments in peace!! MWAHAHAHA!! Now.....All I just need to do is.......see what makes the Powerpuff Girls.....the Powerpuff Girls, and corrupt it......
Narrator: Oh, dear.....It's worse than I thought......Mojo Jojo is........LEARNING!!
Mojo Jojo: No more of this pitiful Rowdyruff Boys nonsense, what with those snips and snails and useless puppy-dog tails! Seriously, had to snip so many tails for NOTHING!!.......No.......I need something stronger, something with less hesitation, less arrogance, less.......HUMANITY. Yes......that's it! To destroy an indestructible force with girlish, pathetic qualities, you need a similar one.......with none of those qualities holding them back, one with only a mindset for BLOOD.....
Mojo Jojo then dashes off to his work bench, conducting a plan to fully erase the Powerpuff Girls from Townsville, as he writes down upon his blueprints:
1. Find and secure the antithesis of the Chemical X Formula, one that will create abominable, destructive clones of the Powerpuff Girls.
2. Create the clones using my ingenious technology such that they can transfer between their true forms and the disguises they will shed in to make identical Powerpuff Girls.
3. Figure out a way to fully control their brains under my glorious whim and use them to kidnap the foolish people of Townsville for paranoia to strike, both in the shadows and at the public eye!!
4. Take "care" of the Professor so that he doesn't try to research and understand the clones.
5. Call in an anonymous tip for the FBI and CIA and the Air Force and ALL of the puny human organizations to frame the Powerpuff Girls and have them arrested beyond just local enforcement (so that the pitiful Mayor and his assitant won't be able to interfere)...
6. Use this point of panic and hatred to take control of City Hall itself by unleashing my army of clones across Townsville, with no Powerpuff Girls around, and RULE THE WORLD!!!
Narrator: Ohhhh, no......Oh no, no, no.....This is like just when an evil genius goes off the rails and does something so horrific it will shake all who dare treak around him........I fear that the Powerpuff Girls may not be able to stop him this time.......Ohhh, dear.......M-Maybe I'm just lying to myself, yea. Maybe Mojo Jojo will screw himself over like before.
Mojo Jojo: No more.........No more of those Powerpuff Girls, always making a fool of me......Now, I shall show them what it's like to be me.........And that means.....Ahem, BAD GUY SONG!!!!
He then plays a simple disc upon his phonograph, as he sings:
........Hahaha, BASK IN IT!!
Ladies and gentlemen, and intellectually-challenged, stubby-handed girls.....
I present to you: TOTAL ARMAGEDDON!! Computer.....dim the lights....
The lights dim, leaving only the glowing spotlight showing on-center.....Mojo Jojo, as he sings:
For years, I have been nothing but a fool.....
Always striving to defeat them with these PUNY TOOLS! GAH!, as he kicks his failed Death-Ray, as it fell down, the sound of shattering and clanking coming about, nuts and bolts scattered to the floor.
......Over and over, always beaten and thrown into jail,
Well, let me tell you a little ol' tale,
Of the little poor monkey who was destined for glory,
Mojo Jojo walks about, seeing past photos of all his defeats, from his great birth from a little monkey to now the failing tyrant, photos of each and every single time the Powerpuff Girls had defeated him, the glass cracked by past frustrations, immensely.
And yet, I have failed~.......
The spotlight dims, leaving only Mojo Jojo in the darkness......as he turns his head up, eyes now with a deep vengeance that, this time, is not just A JOKE.
So now, it's finally time,
For me to break the line,
Between the absurd and the deadly,
Force all to see my nefarious medley,
So, please, put your claws together for a villain most cruel,
Because this time......HE'S HERE TO RULE......
He then snaps his fingers......as he pretends to play upon his grand piano (despite the fact that he never even learnt the piano, though, he'd rather vaporize himself than let anybody find out), which is actually just inserted with a cylindrical music sheet, as he sings further into his tune:
If failure is but a crack in the glass,
How long will Townsville's safety last?
It seems that everyone has forgot the art,
Of the cruelty that I bring within my part.....
I remind you, all you ungrateful louts,
No more screams and pleas~.......
Mojo Jojo stands before an elegant painting of himself, one that he then scratches up, finding his reflection now weak compared to his present self.
Lest you enjoy your demise,
By my machines and my rise!!
Don't laugh at this chimpanzee~.....
As Mojo Jojo sings, he lights a match, flicking it off to the painting, as it burns to cinders.
In cities such as Townsville, insanity is rare,
But in the mind, body, sense, and solitary,
It is the rule!!
There once was a great young monkey!
My brain was great and I ruled carefree!
The lands were grey and I planned for humans,
A devestating, deversing fate, such as is my plan!
Mojo Jojo enjoys the nostalgic memories while singing, of the first scheme that Mojo Jojo had pulled off, creating mutant monkeys like himself and ruling all of Townsville by force.
A quiet place,
All monkey business,
Their ego and powers ruined it!
......And now, the Planet of the Apes didn't last too long,
With my nation gone and my people wronged,
By the foolish girls of the Powerpuff,
Who had my power snuffed!
Mojo Jojo sneers at the memory of being defeated by the puny girls for the first of hundreds of times.
And now it's time I've had enough,
Of this cycle to and fro!~
Mojo Jojo jumps and dances across the junk pile that used to be his machines, a red spotlight on him atop the peak of the pile.
It is time that all shall pay,
And now it is I say~
It's time to....Destroy the Quo!
Send them to an unforgettable show!
I'll destroy the Quo!
Make those little brats drown in regret and rue!
Reclaim my empire, my holy prize!
I will not be overthrown!
I'll end those litle foes!
I'll destroy the Quo!!
I WILL DESTROY THE STATUS QUO!!
Mojo Jojo then clears his throat after that chorus, as he then jumps to the edge of his broken window.
While it's true, I will not deny it,
That all have hit and destroyed my plans,
My many weapons and havoc,
I know I've crushed my life with my hands,
These failures shot through my head like lead,
Like monkeys jumping on the bed,
My finest hour, leapt aside,
And rendered certainly deceased!
As Mojo Jojo then leaps out the window backwards, he then uses his new feature hidden within his glove to shoot a grappling hook at the tip of the telescope, breaking the glass, as he spins around his volcano base, smiling with defying glee.
And yet, I've fought it like a true villain,
Despite all the tragedies from before,
And now, I've returned with evil and blood,
As your emperor!
And any unrepetant, rebelling humans,
Who dare to fight back while I was secluded,
All of blasphemy, HA!!
I'll have them EXECUTED!!
Mojo Jojo then climbs off the rope and right at the tippy-top of his telescope, throwing a photo of all of Townsville's innocent citizens straight down towards the ground at a height of 500 feet.
Now I know what they're all thinking,
That I will crash quite hardly down,
But I'm here to twist this day,
And turn the tables around!
I'm going to pick up the slavery,
Make a boomity-blastery!!
Gonna turn those Powerpuff Girls into vapor,
Into ashes of three!!~
Mojo Jojo laughs more, as he activates a button within his glove, activating mechanical limbs to come out from an attachment within his collar, some striking upon the roof and raising him atop the skies, while others are attached with nearly EACH and EVERY single one of his past weapons from before, from laser rays to hypnosis beams, etc., as he begins to imagine him invading Townsville with his army of Powerpuff Girls clones.
Now destroy the Quo!
Time to conquer, to bring all woe!!
As Mojo Jojo walks about in his vision of Townsville finally crumbling down, seeing all those who dare to stand now being made to crawl, he aims for City Hall, this time for something devious.
Show the fire's blighting glow!!
Burn the innocence and life from high to low!
They'll fail and bow!
The Powerpuff Girls, far, far away, wake up silently, as they zoom past the smoke, seeing.....at the center, Mojo Jojo standing in front of piles of TNT, with the Mayor, Ms. Bellum, and Professor Utonium tied upon it, this time with barbed wire.
Those girls have run their final show!
I'll destroy the Quo!
I will not be overthrown!
I'll end those litle foes!
I'll destroy the Quo!!
I WILL DESTROY THE STATUS QUO!!
Mojo Jojo then screams at the Powerpuff Girls, who had arrived, being silent silhouettes at the red skies, "I knew you'd be back, my nemeses for life! Lives entangled, a game run to play its final act, with my final monologue to you! I did all of this for YOU, to show YOU just how much you should FEAR ME!! HAHAHA, ya wanna know the funny part?! I DON'T EVEN LIKE TOWNSVILLE!!", as he ignites a match, flicking it off to the TNT, destroying all of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, City Hall, etc., as he screams, "AM I CRAZY ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW?! AM I?!?!"
I am Mojo Jojo, I am KING!!
I'll reclaim what's to be had!!
Tear the Girls asunder as I cry BLOOD AND THUNDER!!
My rule is the word of GOD!!
Mojo Jojo then stomps upon the ground, with all of the Powerpuff Girls clones standing above Mojo Jojo in the skies, as the impact causes the ground to fall apart, with pieces of ground floating upon a pool of scorching lava.
Bare thee witness, to my conquest!!
And the fall of super-fools!!
I shall take what is rightfully mine!!
Mojo Jojo then leaps at the Powerpuff Girls to finally FINISH THEM.
An Earth that's meant for MOJO JOJO!!
.......The vision is finally over, with Mojo Jojo getting back to reality, as he laughs maniacally like a super-genius who just found his masterwork, standing before a burning pile of his past failures and his portrait of himself.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahaha....ha....ahaha....ha...", as Mojo Jojo then smashes a hand onto a button within his control panel, the Computer then speaking, "......C.O.R.R.U.P.T. Program: Executing.....", the cloning experiments already beginning.
Narrator:........oh my Mayor..........t-th-that.......was horrific. And I've seen a lot of things. Looks like Mojo Jojo has finally snapped after all the constant failures, humiliation, failed redemption attempts, and, well......everything he's been through thanks to the Powerpuff Girls, and, this time, I really don't think he's joking anymore..........I hope that the Powerpuff Girls will notice his madness and get him out of that trance before anything irreversible happens.
THREE WEEKS LATER......
Narrator:........Ok, uhhh........So, I really didn't expect this, but, uh........Well, the Powerpuff Girls still haven't noticed. I hate to admit this about the girls, and myself, but I think that our taste buds is greater than our sense of justice. Every time that we try to poke into this "Meatlovers Meeting for Hillbillies Only", Mojo Jojo always approaches them and even ME with that accursed MEAT JAM. Uuughhhh......I'm still having nightmares trying to get that horrible stench off my mind. It appears I'll need to follow someone else in this story if Mojo Jojo were to ever be snapped out of this insanity.....But who?......Hm......It has to be something way more brash than Buttercup, way more crude than Princess Morbucks, and........well, just so plain disgusting that they would LOVE meat jam. But who? It has to be a hillbilly, one who always thinks single-mindedly and is so stupid that he can't.......can't.......Ohhhh noooo, not him......Not that dang crazy man, he even tried to shoot me once in his introduction..........What?.......Readers, no. We're not doing THAT, I can't stand him............You're really not gonna let me get off of this, huh?......Ugh, ok, fine!! I'll get Fuzzy Lumpkins to help.
Fuzzy Lumpkins was merely sleeping upon his property, in his bare bed in his white bed and blanket, wearing nothing on himself, only having a simple lampstand beside his bed, and his Boomstick leaning against the far corner of his room.
Narrator: Ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this.......Fuzzy........Fuzzy......Fuzzy Lumpkins.......FUZZY LUMPKINS!! WAKE UP!!!
Fuzzy jumps up with surprise, as he stumbles about on his bed, running across the mattress with his blanket covering his face, as he trips upon the footboard slat, causing him to crash right into the floor next to his Boomstick. Fuzzy, now in a panic over his property, then takes it off, grabbing it and whirling it around, screaming, "WHO ARE YAS?! GET OFFA MAH PROPERTY!!".
Narrator: Fuzzy. It's me.
Fuzzy:...........Who?
Narrator:........Me?............The Narrator?...........I narrate what goes on in Townsville?...........I'm with the Powerpuff Girls?.........
Fuzzy:............
Narrator:.........Ok, I was also the first thing you shot at me when you made your first mark on Townsville.
Fuzzy: Oh, yous! You were the one who dares to gets on mah property! Gimme one good reason I shouldn'ts make bacon outta yous!!
Fuzzy then grabs his pink Boomstick, aiming it wherever the perspective of the Narrator panned, looking around the room, as if tracking a ghost he can smell touching his property.
Narrator: Ok, Fuzzy, listen to me. This is really, REALLY important, and could determine the fate of my beloved.....sniff....Powerpuff Girls and all of Townsville. Mojo Jojo has gone..........a bit more insane.......than usual. He's starting this cloning program to frame the Powerpuff Girls and terrorize Townsville, and he did all of this under some sort of cover for a "Meatlovers Meeting for Hillbillies Only".
Fuzzy: And WHYS should I help those ungrateful brats of yours?! I still remembers the times the green one literally beat me through the grounds. Coulds barely even move for a whole half o' year! In facts, why don't those Powerpuff Girls just takes care of it themselves?!
Narrator: Because they already tried. Mojo Jojo already suspected anybody trying to investigate, so he always gave whoever entered his cover free Meat Jam to scare everyone away. Nobody has managed to crack open the cover-up, not even the Powerpuff Girls! So, that's why I-
Fuzzy: Wait.........Did you just sputter out.......MEAT JAM? MEAT JAM?!
Narrator: Uhhhh.....Yea? Why?-
Fuzzy: I loves me some good old Meat Jams!! I eats it every day for me breakfast! I gots to go there right now! Where's mah future property?!
Narrator: Geez, ok!!........Um, from what I can recall, Mojo Jojo's smallest facility has confirmed to be located in the Townsville Harbor. At some warehouse with a red door. I think you won't be able to miss the sign on it.
Fuzzy: HEHEHEHAHAHA! Welps, gots to get me ready if I wants some nice vittles!
Fuzzy then straps his Boomstick to his back, heading to his disheveled closet to grab his trusty, old banjo Joe, ready to play some nice ol' Bluegrass on the way, and pluck out his giant, blue overalls, strapping them along, as he slams out his front door, and begins to head out.
Fuzzy: Now thens! To mah PROPERTY!!
He then runs off, leaving the Narrator worried, yet a bit relieved. True, getting Fuzzy of all people to investigate a villain's base would be nothing short of a logistical nightmare, but it's the only option they have. The smell of that facility grosses out any normal people........except for people who aren't normal, like Fuzzy. Oh, yea, speaking of normal.......
Narrator: Whew, glad that's taken care of! Might as well finally check on the Girls again. It's been about two days since I've last seen them. Wonder how they're doing.
The Narrator then pans the perspective over to the Powerpuff Girls, merely eating some nice old sugary cereal with the Professor whilst watching some nice old Saturday cartoons......before the Professor then grabbed the remote and changed the channel, his face looking a bit......uneasy.
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup: HEY!!
Professor Utonium: Sorry, girls, I just gotta watch the morning news first........Something's not feeling right.
Bubbles: What? Are you sick, Professor?! Noooo! Don't worry, I'll get plushies and chicken soup and some nice, ice-cold water, and-!
Professor Utonium: It's not that kind of uneasiness, Bubbles. I just feel like something.......bad is about to happen.
Buttercup: Psh! What're ya talking about?! We beat up at least 18 criminals yesterday and threw them to the slammer! We're fine!
Blossom: Well, it has been a while since we've heard from Mojo Jojo, or Fuzzy, or even.........HIM. Actually, you know what, Professor, I wanna see too.
The Professor nods, changing the channel to Channel 9 News, as it begins to air out, showing a news reporter with greying hair and a deep voice, his expression attempting to be cheerful despite the grim news he has for everyone today:
"-And that's why you should never, EVER invest in NFTs, heheh! Anyways, uhhh......going to more serious matters......It's been Day 21 of the Trapping Terror, with a current count of over 48 people kidnapped, reportedly at the hours of 2-4 AM. Despite all safety precautions issued out earlier, the three figures, who are still unidentified at this time, have still managed to invade at least four homes last night, from regions of Townsville, Citiesville, and Farmsville. Police have still been unable to track down any evidence in accordance to who it could've been, and no signs of the victims have been found, except for torn fabric of their clothing, which forensics have described the DNA samples as "indescribable, having a sense of both artificial and living DNA intertwined together". If you have seen any of these victims, please contact the local authorities. Until then, more on this story as it develops."
The screen then pans over to a collection of photos, showing a mix of random strangers that the Utonium Residence has never got acquainted with, and some citizens of Townsville they know about, including......a little brunette girl, one of the Powerpuff Girls' dearest friends.....Robin Snyder.
Narrator:.........Oh no......This is really bad.
Blossom: GASP!! Robin!!
Bubbles: Wh-what?! N-No!! R-R-Robin!! NOOO!!
Buttercup: Well, what're we waiting for already?! Let's go and beat up that Trapping Terror or whatever!
Blossom and Bubbles: YEA!-
Professor Utonium: Wait, Girls! Uhhhh........I think there may be a problem.
He points to the TV screen, as there appears to be an interruption going on upon the news channel, the reporter getting an urgent message from his earpiece, one that appears to be from desperation and rage.
"......Hm.....What's this?.........WHAT?!........Y-You just want me to......Y-you can't be serious!!............O-ok, ok, fine, just don't fire me, please.......Everybody, I have just recieved a breaking news update that may be shocking to you all, so, if you have kids listening, please have them leave the room."
Professor Utonium: Umm, Girls, you might wanna-
Blossom: No. I need to know who did this.
Bubbles: Yeah! N-nobody takes one of our friends like a big old bully!
Buttercup: Yea! And besides, it's not like anybody could beat us!!
"The Trapping Terror appears to show appearance, both in terms of body size and proportions, along with similar powers to........the Powerpuff Girls: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup Utonium. Though rumors have been reaching throughout the city, we do not encourage any mob actions nor illegal prosecution against the Utonium Residence until any evidence is sound. Unfortunately, governments from all around the globe have appeared to take military and preparatory action, with the FBI releasing a statement out to the public. Let's go to that."
(Cuts off to a press conference, with a stern FBI agent, one with a stern face, black skin tone, a few scars from previous cases, a black tuxedo, and shades to cover up his eyes, up on front, speaking to the flashing cameras)
".........Good morning. For safety protocols, my name is to remain redacted, but you may refer to me as Agent Null. As the Lead Commander of Joint Terrorism Task Force 158, I have convened this public briefing to inform that we are taking formal, legal action raised by the victims' families, speficially regarding charges of kidnapping and, from our intel, conspiracy of inhumane experimentation. Though these reports remain unverified, public unrest is escalating, along with demands for the immediate custody of the Powerpuff Girls. We will be providing regular updates as we further investigate this case until a final verdict is reached. Until then, as stated before, we strongly urge all civilians to not interfere with the investigations. That lies upon our hands......Thank you for allowing this press conference, and please, remain vigilant."
The screen goes to static, much to the Utoniums' horror......as they couldn't believe it. The Powerpuff Girls, of all people, kidnapping people and experimenting on them?! No, that couldn't be right, that isn't what happened!
Narrator:........Ohhh, dear. It appears Mojo Jojo's plan is going as actually planned.
Blossom:.......I don't believe it.
Bubbles: U-u-us-us?! T-t-the........b-ba-bad g-g-guy-guys?......
Buttercup:........Uh, chillax, dudes, it's not like anything is going to happen right now.
Professor Utonium: Yes, Buttercup, that's correct! I'm sure this is all just a huge misunderstanding!.....
The lights turn off........before everywhere, from any angle, from every window to every door that's blasted open with grenades, to every ceiling spot that's now broken, agents adorned in tactical gear and specialized weapons for anomalous threats came in, screaming at them to get down NOW, as they grabbed all of the Powerpuff Girls and pinned them down to the ground, whilst two agents grab the Professor by the collar and shove him to a wall.
Agent #4: Do you have any contraband on you?!
Professor Utonium: Wh-what?! NO!! No, my good sir, I promise you I-!
Agent #5: He's lying!! STRIP HIM!!
Agent #4: Already on it!!
Agent #4 puts on gloves, ready to do a full-body strip search........before a voice screamed, ".....ENOUGH!!", as, within the dust comes out the figure upon the news........Agent Null.
Agent Null: Jesus Christ, you guys. Let me remind you that we are a task force, NOT a SWAT team!! Ugh......release them, and escort them to transport. And Agents #4 and #5, you do this strip-search thing again, I will FIRE YOU!!
Blossom: W-wa-wait, Agent Null, what is all this?! What's going on?!
Agent Null: You're being placed in the custody of the FBI, well, except your father, of course. We're taking him in for questioning.
Buttercup: What?! Why?! We didn't do anything wrong, we didn't kidnap any people!!
Agent Null: This is only temproarily, Ms. Utonium. As of right now, the people out there are FURIOUS!! They want answers and they want action now......We figure that the best protection you'll have with the people is if you come with us.
Bubbles: Wh-what?! B-B-But all of the people of Townsville loves us!
Agent Null: That's true, but the paranoia and rage and grief is still there. How would you feel if you got no answers nor reconcliation for a missing member of your family, huh?!........Sigh.......Sorry, I'm ranting again. The point is, people are still paranoid and afraid in Townsville, and Farmsville and Citiesville are quite......mad at you, considering what you three have done to Citiesville before.
Bubbles: W-wha......what do you mean?
Agent Null: The Citiesville Bridge? How you three destroyed it?......
Blossom:........Wh-what're you going to do to us?
Agent Null: Take you in for questioning, put you under our custody, and, if everything checks out, release you in due time.
Buttercup:.......And.......if everything DOESN'T check out?
Agent Null: Then you'll be in the hands of the American Justice System.
Professor Utonium: WHAT?! No, please, y-you can't! You can't take my girls, y-you-!
Agent Null: This is non-negotiable, ok?.........Look, we'll give you enough visiting hours, ok?
Professor Utonium: That's not good enough, I-I can't just let them-!
Agent Null: Stop........Ok? Just stop......JTTF 158, move out.
Agent Null then presses a hidden button upon his sleeve, revealing a radio transmitter on.
Agent Null: Headquarters, it's me. The Powerpuff Girls and Professor Utonium have been secured.
HQ: Excellent, Agent Null. Head them back for transport.
Agent Null: Will do.
The Task Force agents then grab all four of them, separating the Powerpuff Girls from their father into separate vans, as Buttercup tried to fight against the walls, only for Blossom to stop her, knowing that if they escape, they'll just be painting the picture the public views of them now........All they can do now is wait, as the vans drive off, leaving the Utonium Residence abandoned.
Narrator:.........Audiences, you might wanna shut your ears for this one..........CRRRRAAAAAAAPPP!!!!! GOSHDANGIT!! FRICKING SON A BISCUIT!! Oh my Heavens, what now?!........Ooh, I hate to actually say this, but I hope Fuzzy is at the Harbor.....
Fuzzy, unfortuantely, is at the Harbor........and scaring all the poor, old sailors away with his Boomstick, shots firing as he screamed over and over, "Get offa mah property!! This is mah property now, get out!! GIT!!". Trudging through the wooden docks, he had finally found the warehouse, seeing the front door, a darkened red with a white banner covering all of it, the banner showing a crudely-made illustration, almost as if a two-year-old had drew it, of Mojo Jojo, wearing a "Best Chef" hat and apron, atop a grill of smoked ham, causing Fuzzy's mouth to accumulate with drool.
Narrator: Ah, yes, the infamous cover-up: Mojo Jojo's Meatlovers Meeting for Hillbillies Only.
Fuzzy: Woo-whee!! Didn't know the dang monkey had some class into him! Now, time to just-!
Narrator: Wait a minute.......There's something by the title. It reads.......and I quote, "P.S. No Lumpkins are allowed in here due to past interferences with related competitions. Yes, I am speaking to you, Fuzzy, now leave!"
Fuzzy:.............
Narrator:...........Uhhhh........Fuzzy?
Fuzzy:..........These bastards..........deny ME..........FROM MAH FUTURE PROPERTYYYY!!!
Fuzzy grows a steaming red, wanting all that Meat Jam for himself right NOW. Without hesitation, BOOM after BOOM, Fuzzy began to ignite his Boomstick over and over, buckshot destroying the banner and front door. After over a dozen rounds, the door finally snapped from its frame due to the continuous force of Fuzzy's Boomstick......as he then charged at the door to punch it, causing the door to fall down to the ground, the light revealing the interior of the warehouse.
Narrator:..........You do realize the door was unlocked?
Fuzzy doesn't even listen to the Narrator, instead charging into the fray, hoping to steal all the Meat Jam in his life...........only to see nothing, just crates upon crates of useless junk: boots, stupid designer clothes, even more stupid golden watches, as if Fuzzy would ever want to have a clock on his arm like some weird futuristic stuff. Now turning into a violent crimson, he then charges and screams at the crates, throwing them away out of the warehouse one by one by ONE......before he then stopped himself after flipping the 37th crate, seeing..........a table with a note on it, and an odd-looking tube interconnected to what appears to be underground. Calming down moreso in perplexion, he then read the note.
"If this is Mojo Jojo I am speaking to:
The C.O.R.R.U.P.T. Cloning Program is, much to my relief, up to 70% completion, towards finding the perfect clones of the Powerpuff Girls so that, as I repeat my most grandiose scheme yet, I can have them wreak havoc and kidnap people in the day and night. Though I have managed to create, what some people would call in layman's terms, an 'Evilized' Chemical X, the mechanical and even biological experiments have yet to show stability. As of right now, my main priority is removing all of these failed experiments towards the deeper levels of my facility. Just use the tube next to the wooden furniture, in case if I have amnesia by those drasted Powerpuff Girls and ever forget.
If this is a civilian I am speaking to:
I really hope you are aware of what you are trekking yourself into. To ensure that nobody could intervene, I have scattered most of the tube's buttons throughout the deeper levels of my facility, all of which are heavily secured. For example, I have scheduled bots coming in and out of these levels to check for any intruders and dispose of them within my Garbage Chute right into the Townsville Dump.....And that's one of the more tamer security features within my facility. In case it is the Powerpuff Girls I am speaking to: NO SPOILERS. Just know that this will not be something you can outsmart your way through.
If this is Fuzzy Lumpkins I am speaking to:
Go away, Fuzzy. I do not have any Meat Jam for you..........Well, I do, but that's mine."
Narrator: Wait, what? No, no, no.........T-that doesn't make any sense. T-the Trapping Terror has kidnapped 48 people on Step 3............If Mojo Jojo is still working on Step 2, then how...........w-who were these clones that kidnapped the people?
Fuzzy: Does it even matter?!?! Mojo Jojo has Meat Jam, MY PROPERTY, and refuses it give back to ME!! GRAAAGGHH!! That tears it, I'm gonna finds me deep in those levels and get me some Meat Jams!!
Fuzzy then heads into the elevator.......which plays some classical jazz music that's quite unfitting for this situation, as Fuzzy sees only one elevator button to go to, a button with the letter "B1", as Fuzzy presses it........and finds himself entrapped within the tube, glass doors closing that Fuzzy couldn't beat himself out of.
Fuzzy: WHAT?! What's this dang here contraption?! Lemme outta this mini-prison, I say!!
Narrator: Fuzzy, it's just an elevator.
And so, he was right, as the tube closes down and the tube goes down, the once empty walls of the warehouse now being dragged away from Fuzzy's sight, now replaced with the darkness of the dirt and soil and stone underneath. Going down and further down, Fuzzy began to grow impatient, strumming his banjo moreso in impatience.......for only 27 seconds, until a DING echoed thorughout the tube, and Fuzzy looked up from his banjo to see the city of Townsville.........or what looked like it.
Dazzled around in a rather pinkish sky with blue clouds and misshapen stars that weirdly look flaky like the specks of sugar Fuzzy usually stocks up in his old pantry, Fuzzy looks around to see.........a copy of Townsville, upon a floating land on nothingness, the Beyond being nothing more than an empty void, and the tube landing atop the very edge of the fake city. Confused, Fuzzy found an odd-looking sign and began to read it: "Fake Townsville/B1, Created by: The One, the Only, the Majestic Mojo Jojo. Pop: 265 (And counting!)", which only raised more questions than answers. Finding no other way around but forward, Fuzzy Lumpkins then strapped on his banjo again, pulled up his overalls in an incompetent gesture of confidence, and headed into this town. Upon the streets were clones of certain citizens that Fuzzy usually beats up on his rampages across Townsville, though, none of them looked exactly right. Certain features were either discolored, swapped, or completely different in terms of appearance, hair color was switched with eye color, legs and arms sizes were improper and often mutated, and some of the more.....stable ones had personality defects that vastly differed from what Fuzzy is usually familiar of. It was all unnerving for Fuzzy to say the least, though he figured all the more reason to get his Meat Jam as fast as possible and get the heck outta here. That was, until a citizen, one with three eyes and baby hands that were unfittingly inappropriate for his 30's body, had arrived to Fuzzy, hugging him.
F. Townsville Citizen #4: Heyo, Fuzzie! How's it been?!
Fuzzy: What the?! What's wrong with ya?! Get offa mah personal space!
F. Townsville Citizen #4: What, man?! Psh! You know who I am, man! Everyone in Townsville knows ya as the rich feller up in his golden apartment!
Fuzzy and Narrator:...........WHAT?!
F. Townsville Citizen #4: Yea, uh.....You're that famous banjo player here in this city, don't ya remember? Lives up on that golden apartment on 408 Pokey Oaks North! The one who always makes those great parties and all that!........Though, I gotta be honest, did you forget to work out?
Fuzzy: What's dat supposed to mean?!
F. Townsville Citizen #4:.........Um.......You look a bit..........um..........plumpy?
Fuzzy: Plumpy, what does that mea-?........Are you calling me FAT?!?!
F. Townsville Citizen #4: Whoa, whoa, whoa! E-easy there, Fuzzie, l-let's just calm down and t-talk about this like adults-
Fuzzy: My name ISN'T FUZZIE!!! IT'S FUZZY!! With a Y!! Who the heck is-?!
That's when a golden limo had come, screeching across the streets and halting right in front of Fuzzy and the Fake Townsville civilian, the smoke clearing out.......as the back door opened to let out........a pink creature, one with actual muscles, abs, biceps, all toned down from his chiseled face to the very bottom of his legs, dressed in a dapper tuxedo, black shades, and actual pants that aren't overalls, whilst two ladies dressed in nothing more than bikinis, giggling more to Fuzzie's banjo playing, tuned down to play Blues-like melodies instead. The Fake Townsville Citizens cheer up for Fuzzie, chanting at him to please sign his autograph, or flex for them, as the ladies faint from even the slightest of Fuzzie's trap flexing, much to Fuzzy's bewilderment, as his jaw drops to the pavement, screaming, "What the F-?!", before being trampled across the pavement by roaring crowds.
Fuzzie: Hahaha! Ladies, ladies, please! There's more than enough for me to go around, especially for the concert at Fake Townsville Park tomorrow night! Make sure to place in your VIP tickets before it expires, my dudes!
Fuzzy: GAH! Dudes?! I nevers call anybody "dudes"! I oughta tear ya right into the pavement, I tells ya!!
Fuzzie: Oh! Hey, y'all, look at this piece of flab over there, he looks quite sad and poor! Hey, big guy, want a precious Protein Bar of me?!
Fuzzie hands Fuzzy a little protein bar with his name on it, titled, "Fuzzie Lumpky's Protein Rumsy: Made to Ease the Tummy!", much to Fuzzy's rage. Now all red, he then grew muscular and big with his Hulk-like rage, beginning to threaten him for the Meat Jam that this fake of his is blocking the way for. Crushing the Protein Bar into pieces, Fuzzie gets the message that this fat and, more importantly, undignified version of him, isn't exactly happy to be here.
Fuzzie: Oh, was that a bad protein bar? No worries, my dude! I've always got a spare-
Fuzzy: I don't wants your little weird snacky-thingies! I wants my Meat Jams and I wants it NOW! I'll blast ya to the skies if I have to!
F. Townsville Citizens: GASP!!
Fuzzie: N-Now, now! Calm down, look! I have no idea where your.......delectable Meat Jam is, but, if there's anything that knows any kinds of food, you can always check over the diner at the next block!
Fuzzie points at the general direction of three blocks away, as Fuzzy squints, seeing the brightened red words say, "Yummy Lovey's Diner! Come and Eat with Us!", much to Fuzzy's conflicted emotions. On one hand, it was an All-American Diner, much to his loving for some nice old homecooked sausages and molasses and taters and good ol' flapjacks. One the other hand........He hated anything that had to do with anything this.......cutesy.
Fuzzy: BLAGH! What in tarnation is that?!
Fuzzie: That's Fake Townsville's most popular diner, ya uncultured fatso! What, were ya raised in a barn?
Fuzzy: HEY!! Living in a barn for my childhood, for your information, was actually the best dang childhood of any kin! No people, no annoying and loud noises, just peace and quiet! Besides, what do you even do in your apartment with all that ungodly ruckus?!
Fuzzie: A lot of things: Record my albums, play arcade machines with some friends of mine, and do the usual pool party every week. Thank goodness I have this key by my side, or I'd never have fun in the sun!
Fuzzie then pulls out a glowing, yellow.......button, that appears to be able to be attached to the tube elevator's missing buttons, the text on the button being B2. Fuzzy, knowing that the elevator must lead to somewhere deeper to grab more Meat Jam, then claims it as his property, or attempts to.
Fuzzy: Hey!! Gimme that keys, it's mah property now!!
Fuzzy attempts to lunge for it, only for Fuzzie to sidestep with grace.
Fuzzie:.....Uh, sorry, but this key, or rather, the opening mechanism for my penthouse, is only shared with the Landlord.
Fuzzy: Landlord?!
Fuzzie: Yea, he's kinda a green monkey, purple cape, real snarky look, calls himself "MJ" or something. He often borrows the key from me whenever he wants to do his "experiments", whatever that means.
Fuzzy: Why, I oughta!! I oughta slap those shades out yo face and shove them down yer gullet!
Fuzzie: Uh, yea, ok. Perhaps later, when you get an invitation, which is......NEVER!! Ahahaha! C'mon, ladies, let's skedaddle back to my place!
Fuzzie's Ladies: Ooh, sure, ya darling handsome!
Fuzzie then gets back into his limo with his entourage of bikini ladies, driving away and leaving Fuzzy Lumpkins steaming in the dust. Blinded by the dust, Fuzzy Lumpkins is pretty much unable to track where he could've gone........Looks like the only place to go to now for him is to that weird diner. Fuzzy heads up the stairs and through the door, seeing.......a kid with a red-and-orange striped shirt and yellow shorts and sneakers at the host's booth, as the kid jumps down with a menu.
Diner Host: Ah, good morning to you, sir! How many in your party?
Fuzzy: Just one, dangit! And it better be the dangest, finest piece of breakfast I'll ever have!
Diner Host: Excellent, sir! Please, right this way!
As the Host leads Fuzzy through the tables, he begins to notice something......very odd: Youngins are all over the place, not as those dang annoying noises he often likes to pummel, but rather.....dressed in white and black uniforms, talking to tables and signing up their orders for tables of grown-ups, making it look like one of those fever dreams he often has in the winter season of his cabin. The Host then speaks, "Your table, good sir.", as Fuzzy sits down within the booth, placing down his banjo Joe and his pink Boomstick.
Fuzzy: Man, Joe, this place is a goshdarn freakshow. What do you think, ol' buddy?
The banjo merely sits next to him, all silent in response, as it then lies down upon the booth. Fuzzy sighs, knowing that questions about this place doesn't really matter, only the pursuit for Meat Jam, as he opens a menu.
Fuzzy: Yea, good idea. We should just eats while we're here. Maybe they have some good ol' Meat Jams in here! Ooh, yea, look at that! "Meat Jam", says right here on this paper! WAITER!!
Waitress: Oh, sorry, sir, um......Hi! My name is Sobrin Ryder, and I'll be your waitress for today! How may I take your order today?
Fuzzy turns around, seeing a blonde little girl with blue, large pupils for her eyes in a black-and-white outfit, a notepad and pencil atop her hands, along with a fancy-lookin' earpiece, as the little girl pants over having ran here from the second floor, looking exactly like a bizzaro version of Robin Snyder.
Fuzzy: Yes, I'll have mes over 200 jars of Meat Jam right away! Oh, and the Large Stack of Flapjacks with Syrup, some Buttermilk Biscuits, and a nice, strong coffee! No sugar, please! I likes mine real bitter.
Sobrin Ryder: Ok, your order shall come up in about.......45 minutes.
Fuzzy: Ok, that's good...........Wait, WHAT?!?! This is a total scam!!
Sobrin Ryder: I-I'm sorry, sir, but the staff is already packed with bulk orders such as yours, and I don't believe that the manager is coping with this real good.
Fuzzy: Wait, what? What's you talking about?
Sobrin Ryder: Well, we're an establishment mainly run by us children, given that some of this city's adults are a bit.........uhhh.......incompetent. So, our manpower is kinda low at the moment, and it certainly ain't easy to deal with a dozen bulk orders aside yours.
Fuzzy: This is an outrage!! Who's yer dang boss?! I oughta have a little discussion with my Boomstick on-hand!
Sobrin Ryder: Um......you mean Princess Nicebucks? She's over there.
Fuzzy Lumpkins then gets really perplexed, anger fading away for a moment, replaced with shock when he turns his head to the kitchen doors, as they slam open to reveal a figure. It looks very much like a perfect duplicate of Princess Nicebucks......if it wasn't for the fact that she doesn't have freckles, her hair is fully down, reaching past her shoulders, she's wearing white stockings, a brown skirt, a yellow shirt, fancy white boots and gloves, and a silver crown with rubies embedded atop, looking like a mix of a royal figure and public servant, her eyes are more voluminous like those dang Powerpuff Girls with glasses on top, and......she appears to be very humble and nice and, much to his surprise, hard-working, as she rushes out of the doors with dishes balancing atop her head, arms, and hands, as she pleads to the employees, who quickly rush to take the orders.
Princess Nicebucks: Agh, quick!! Somebody help me with these orders, please! These were supposed to come out 15 minutes ago!
Fuzzy: W-what.....WHAT IN TARNATION?! Ok, stay right here, Joe! I'm gonna find out what's going on in this dump!
Fuzzy, without hesitation, gets up and confronts this copy, not even minding the yellow line that's supposed to block customers from getting right into the Hot Zone where the staff works, confronting Princess Morbucks from behind while frantically taking order slip to order slip.
Fuzzy: Hey, yous! Explains something to me-!
Princess Nicebucks: Woah! Uh, sorry, sir, y-you're right in the hot zone! I-I'm gonna have to ask you, for your own safety, to please step away-.......Ugh, you're late, Mick Nickelson.
Mick Nickelson just now arrives at the restaurant from the back doors, already with his uniform on, as he says rather fancily, "Well, I apologize for the further inconvenience, ma'am, but I am afraid that I was late for circumstances outside of my control. Traffic was perhaps quite the long obstacle for my path to this establishment.", whilst grabbing his notepad and pen.
Princess Nicebucks: I'm aware there's traffic, you need to plan for that.
Mick Nickelson: I have, but my mother wished to take the car for golfing, and I couldn't say no, as the good son I am.
Princess Nicebucks: Well, maybe, your mother should get her own car!......Ugh....
Fuzzy: Heys! You didn't answer my question!
Princess Nicebucks: Oh! So sorry, sir! What appears to be the problem?
Fuzzy: I'll tells you what's the big dang problem! What is going on in this city?! The city-folk are weirder than I remembers, and you's supposed to be a spoiled, lil' brat!
Princess Nicebucks: Hey! I'll have you know that the city-folk here are quite nice, thank you! And besides, what're you talking about? I've always been like this.
Fuzzy: NO! No, ya don't! Ya have mountains of gold that ya refuse to share with me!
Princess Nicebucks:.......Oh, so that's what this is about! Ok, I'll write you a check! Which charity are you serving in?
Princess Nicebucks pulls out a decent checkbook of hers, only for Fuzzy to frantically shake his head in a mix of anger, exasperation, and confusion.
Fuzzy: No, no, NO!! I'm not working in any dang charity!!
Fuzzy Lumpkins had expected her to then get angry or cold or spoiled and call out for her daddy to try and nuke him out of orbit...........He did not expect her to cry with actual tears, not the fake ones too.
Princess Nicebucks: Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry, sniff! A-Are you homeless, sir? I-I could take you in, or perhaps give you one of my gold bars.
Princess Nicebucks smiles as she offers from her pocket to Fuzzy, an actual gold bar made out of 99.9% gold, only for Fuzzy to swat it away, having enough of this world, as he turned red once more.
Fuzzy: NOOOOO!! You're Princess Morbucks, dangit! You're mean, spoiled, and always trying to be one of those dang Powerpuff Girls-!
Everyone in the Diner: POWERPUFF GIRLS?!?! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Fuzzy looked around, seeing chaos as everyone frantically panicked, tables being flipped over and being used as mini-shelters when people close the gap between the flipped tables and booth seats and walls, people literally pulling out their own hair, eyes being bloodshot, some even curling up in balls and sucking their own thumbs like infants. Fuzzy just couldn't understand it, usually, whenever the Powerpuff Girls are talked around in Townsville, it's usually either something good, lazy, or just dang annoying, but nothing this.......afraid. He looked around, seeing everyone cowering, including Princess Nicebucks, having jumped in fear, activated a button in her left glove to let out her hidden jetpacks, and literally fly up to the roof to pull out a panel and hide inside the ventilation system.
Fuzzy:........What is going on here?! Why's you running around from the Powerpuff Girls?! Usually I'm the reasons you all run away!
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