(Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or Johnny Bravo. Do not sue me because

I have no money to give.)



The City of Townsville is full of surprises and the Powerpuff girls are about to get

one themselves.

"Why did we have to get up so early on a Saturday?" Complained Buttercup,

rubbing her eyes.

The Professor looked at her with excitement in his eyes. "I told you, I have a

surprise for you three."

He led them to the living room where the girls were indeed surprised by what

they saw. Sitting on the couch were the Guardian Angels and their creator, Professor

Zinc. The girls squealed with joy.

They'd met the boys last year during Christmas. The Guardian Angels had helped

them survive a deadly plot by Him and had saved Bubbles' life.

"What are you guys doing here?" asked Blossom, filled with joy at the return of

her friends.

Professor Zinc answered for the group. "My boys are on a vacation from school,

so I talked to Professor Utonium about the eight of us getting together."

Finally, after a wonderful breakfast together and a few suggestions of eating

lunch, picking on old people, and playing strawberry slappers, (thanks, Slarty) the kids

decided to go upstairs and break out their instruments just like they had when they first

met.

While they were upstairs, the professors took time to tell each other about their

latest scientific works. Finally, Professor Zinc pulled a small device from his bag. It

looks a little like a calculator, but with sections marked year, month, day, and dimension.

"This little item is called an inter-dimensional time key." Explained Professor

Zinc. "It allows a person to go to any dimension at any time."

As they looked it over, a buzz began to emit from the living room. Professor

Utonium knew that sound all too well. Even though he was used to it. It was a sound he

dreaded. The Powerpuff hotline always meant the girls had to go out to save Townsville

and he always worried that they might not make it back alive. He listened silently as

Blossom answered.

"Yes, Mayor." She said into the receiver.

"Blossom, I just thought you'd want to know that several villains are heading

straight for your house." The mayor answered in a rather calm voice, considering what

was happening.

Blossom got a little worried at this news. "Um, who exactly is coming?"

"Mojo Jojo, Him, Fuzzy, Princess, The Gangrene Gang..."

As he continued on, Blossom began hearing voices outside. Indeed, nearly every

villain in Townsville was on the way there.

Jingles looked out the window before turning to Blossom. "Do you know how to

handle that many?"

Blossom looked at him for a moment before shaking her head. The six super-

powered youngsters gathered at the door, preparing to fight.

"Professor Zinc," began Jingles, watching the villains come closer. "Now might

be a good time to test that key of yours."

The Professor, however, was way ahead of him, punching in codes and

numbers as the villains got to the lawn and moved closer. Finally, they made it inside

and the fight ensued while the two Professors hid in the kitchen and continued working.

Blossom could remember the last time she and her sisters had met every villain in

Townsville. They hadn't stood a chance until the now departed Bunny had come to their

rescue. She just prayed they could hold them off long enough to get out.

Finally, Professor Zinc finished and a bright doorway opened. He yelled to the

others as Professor Utonium jumped through. One by one the kids went in while the

others fought the villains back. Finally, Buttercup grabbed Professor Zinc and jumped in

with him. Mojo hurried to follow but the door closed just before he could get to it.



Kids played merrily in the small park. It was a bright summer day and everyone

was enjoying the lovely weather. That is, until a bright light shown in the sky and eight

people fell out of it onto the grass.

Tinsel looked around quickly. "Uh, where are we?"

"I don't know." Answered Professor Zinc. "I didn't have a chance to set a

specific course. Unfortunately, I also haven't had time to work enough with it. I don't

know the numbers on the key to get us home."

No one knew what to say to that. After everything they'd gone through getting

away from the villains of Townsville, they now had no way home. Bubbles began to cry,

already missing Townsville. Even Gabriel who usually didn't know what was going

could tell something was terribly wrong here.

Professor Utonium, knowing he had to spark some life into everyone, spoke up.

"It's not entirely hopeless. We've still got the key. We just need to somehow find the

right frequency. Unfortunately, that could take a long time."

"I suggest we find out where we are and get something to eat." Said Jingles.

"We can think better on a full stomach."

The others wholeheartedly agreed and soon they found their way to a small diner.

Once inside, a chubby man greeted them.

"Welcome to Pop's. What can I get you?"

The group sat a table and gave their orders as a young man walked in. He caught

the attention of everyone in the room, most of whom left. He had a tight black shirt on

over an obviously well developed body. His blonde hair was hardened to the point of

bullet proof and he whore a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

He spotted a young woman and hurried over to her, posing the whole way.

"Hey, baby," he began. "How's about you munching down on a big bowl of

Johnny?"

The next thing the group saw was him flying across the diner and into the

opposite wall. He jumped up, quickly, pretending nothing had happened. With that, he

walked over to the man behind the counter.

"Hey, Pops, give me a bowl of chili." He ordered.

"Sorry, Johnny," Pops answered. "That boy in purple took every last bit of chili I

have."

Jingles looked up from his large bowl of chili with a smile on his face. It was

very good chili too, he thought to himself.

'Guys, we've got to think here." Began Professor Utonium. "In the time it would

take to find the dimensional frequency and get back home, we'd all be old. We have to

do something about that."

"Maybe I can help." Came a voice from behind them.

The group turned to see a skinny man with glasses walking over towards them.

"I couldn't help over-hearing your conversation and I can help you solve your

little problem."

He explained to them, a fountain of youth serum he had created some time ago.

Though it started as a liquid, he'd done a great deal of work on it and it could now be put

into the key as a way of keeping them young while they searched for a way home.

As they headed out for his place, the man, who's name was Carl, called over to

Johnny. "I'm gonna help these people get to another dimension. You wanna come

help?"

Johnny looked at him in distain and answered, "No way, dweeb. I've got better

things to do. I'm gonna hassle old people."

"I've got a lovely assistant." Carl prompted.

"I'm there!" Johnny said, running over.



When they got to his house, Carl and the professors started working on the

transfer. Johnny looked around, impatiently. "Carl, where's this lovely assistant you

mentioned?"

As if on cue, a beautiful girl walked into the room. She had blonde hair and

bright blue eyes. Johnny immediately ran over and took her in his arms.

"Hey, science mama, what say you and me study the geometric theory of love

together?"

She pulled loose and belted him before walking out. Carl sighed, wondering if

he'd be able to get another assistant after Johnny had scared off six of them now. Or was

it seven?

Finally, after a great deal of work, the job was complete and the group was ready

for their first attempt.

"Thanks for your help, Carl." Said Professor Zinc, shaking his hand.

Carl chuckled. "No problem. I love to help inter-dimensional travelers."

Professor Utonium stopped everyone. "There's one thing. Once we get home, we

must all agree not to use the fountain of youth to stay young there. Man is not meant to

live forever."

As they agreed on this, Professor Zinc began setting coordinates for their first stop.

The cosmic door opened and one by one, they stepped through, each waving to Carl. As

the door shut, Johnny stood looking on confused.

"Wiggy." Was the only comment he could think of.