A/N: I can't believe it. I put up the last chapter for the previous fic, The Powerpuff Girls Movie 2: Galactic Willpower, on August 1st, 2011. Now, on July 3rd, 2013, I am finally beginning the publishing of the follow-on fic, The Powerpuff Girls Movie 3: (should anyone have a suitable subtitle, suggest it). By the way, although reading the previous fic will help, it is by no means necessary, and this one begins with a quick recap for those who have not.
I am so sorry, guys. And, though the previous fic was decently popular, I fully recognize that the majority of it's reader's will have moved on. And what with this one being a sequel and everything, I can't see it attracting many new readers. But it has been in my head SO MUCH in the last year and a half. And trust me, it has improved immeasurably through said development. So please give it a look. You won't regret it.
And yes, for those of you who care, the Rowdyruff Boys have a bigger role in this story then the last one (in fact, I think they will appear in all but a few chapters).
Okay, I think that's about it. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the first chapter of the long-awaited Powerpuff Girls Movie 3!
THE POWERPUFF GIRLS MOVIE III
CHAPTER I: STORY OF AN ANCIENT BEING
'The City of Townsville!'
And what a city it was. Standing proudly on the Earth's surface, this huge city dominated the landscape, it's suburbs extending across the horizon as far as the eye could see. The bright sun illuminated Townsville, making it seem all the more friendly to newcomers.
'Previously a place where its protectors, The Powerpuff Girls, fought crime on a daily basis.'
Almost as though it were a flashback, multiple images followed each other in quick succession. Three kindergarten girls, looking akin and wearing comparable clothes but sporting different hair, eye, and dress colors, dealt a horde of punches to various odd, costumed monkeys. They grappled with a spaceship. They punched a hole in the street against an approaching tidal wave. And they looked awesome.
'But no longer for this fair town!'
One of the girls, having red hair, a bow, and pink eyes, pressed herself up from the ground, looking at her two siblings. They tackled her, the three of them laughing. A costumed chimpanzee, wearing a head helmet, and with a cape, looked on in surprise.
'Following a recent crisis, with most of the town's villains reformed and the others gone, this town is at peace.'
A furry pink creature hoisted the first Powerpuff and a blond-haired, pigtailed Powerpuff on his shoulders, while a costumed mountain gorilla did the same for the black-haired one. All the strange people and creatures around them cheered. Some monkeys floated up a glowing tractor beam. The main chimpanzee from before spoke from the spaceship to the girls. They watched as it soared away into the sky.
'The destruction having being repaired quickly, this town is back to normal.'
Back in the present, the town looked as glorious as ever, gleaming in the sunlight. Many of the buildings had what were clearly recently repaired holes, with the odd one or two still there. Floating nearby, the Powerpuff Girls smiled at this.
'The ex-villains having paid their debts to society, they have settled in, and all seems well!'
The pink furry creature, along with five green-skinned teenagers, three human-sized amoebas, a attractive woman with tentacle-like black hair and an auburn-haired girl worked hard at placing the last few bricks into a wall. Once they was in, they all cheered, the chief amoeba tossing his fedora into the air. The Powerpuff Girls, watching a few feet away, cheered as well. It was hard to believe these guys had ever been enemies of the girls.
'Especially for The Powerpuff Girls!'
The girls laughed together with the ex-villains. The olive-haired Puff was floating near the furry pink creature, laughing at a joke of his. The blonde-haired Puff was in a simulating conversation with the auburn-haired girl, both of them smiling. And the red-haired Puff was telling something to the amoebas and one of the green-skinned teenagers, a Mexican midget about their size. There was not a trace of meanness left in any of the ex-villains, though their personalities otherwise remained the same.
'Little do they know that not all will stay well for long.'
While the group was having their fun, the sun shone in the wide blue sky behind them. Even though it seemed to bring kind invitation and warmth as it twinkled there, it also shielded from view all the other wonders of space, from the stars to the supernovas to the moons to the planets.
'Probably because… troubles that are to come… started long ago…'
Far beyond the group, also shielded by Earth's atmosphere, lay troubles none of the girls could suspect, not now everything was so peaceful. They didn't know what these were, or how they came to be.
And they also didn't know… how these troubles involved them.
In the hands of limbs out of sight, a simple storybook was held. The book seemed very much not from Earth, for the wording on the front was in no language known to humans. And the style seemed equally alien too.
The cover opened onto the first page, which was captioned in the same mysterious language.
'Long ago, on a distant planet, the Elemotos ruled peacefully.'
On top of a large, wide pedestal stood three glowing beings. The being on the left seemed to be a big, perfectly cut ice block, with smaller ice chunks for limbs, and eyes on his face. On the right was another, made of red-hot rocks in a humanoid shape, with tentacle-like fire flares all over. The middle being was comprised of molten steel, glowing yellow, electricity sizzling from him
'Their kingdom was at one with the elements, living with them in harmony.'
On the next page, the Elemotos had their arms stretched to the sky. Ice, fire and electricity flew around each other above them, giving off a powerful glow of inviting warmth. Many smaller elemental beings watched from below, congregated in awe at this display.
'However, their young, skilled heir saw darker usage of these elements.'
In a spiritual looking structure, a red creature wearing the strangest flamboyant clothing and with makeup, high-heeled boots and a curled beard was moving his sharp claws around. Elemental energy was sizzling around between them, although this energy was notably more deadly.
'What brought about tranquillity and peace... could also create darkness and despair.'
Following on, the dark energy cackled and burst, tendrils snaking away into nothingness in a miniature explosion. As it did so, the heir's mouth curled upwards as his eyes curved downwards, showing sinister glee at what abilities he had at his disposal.
'The Elemotos consulted three Fates.'
Elsewhere in their vast kingdom, the Elemotos stood across from three short, robed beings. Possessing two eye stalks each, the all-seeing Fates were seated around a bowl, concentrating their relaxed attention on it.
'Looking into the future, they foretold that should their heir continue down this dark path, he would be vanquished by a warrior enhanced with a powerful substance.'
On this page, the Electric Elemoto, Fire Elemoto and Ice Elemoto all had their mouths open in awe. Rising from the bowl in front of the Fates, who all seemed notably calm, were trails of safe black smoke. Their eyes were directed upwards, where it had formed into a single solitary image.
The image was that of a perfectly spherical black drop, identifiable as a liquid due to the way the smoke seemed to vibrate.
'The young heir set out to change fate.'
Having heard the conversation, the heir had taken to the sky outside, his claws outstretched in flight. Certain determination covered his face, making clear that nothing would stand in his way.
'Little knowing that his efforts… would be the start of his undoing.'
On the next page, shaded in tones of dark, foreboding blood red, stalk-eyed aliens drew back in utter horror. The heir was there in all his horrible fake glory, his claws outstretched, energy blasting from them at a tremendous rate. His mouth was open, letting out a cold, evil laugh that accompanied his act.
'Returning, he found the Elemotos waiting for him.'
Back on his home planet, the heir had touched down onto solid ground. He instantly noticed that he was surrounded on all sides by the three Elemotos, who were glaring at him, ready for battle, their hands forming balls of ice, fire and electric energy.
'Unable to defeat them, he was banished from the planet forever.'
On the following page, although all the Elemotos were injured, they stood victorious over their ex-heir, who lay defeated at their feet, much worse for wear. He was still alive and conscious, though, angrily staring.
'But he swore revenge.'
Looking at the Elemotos, the ex-heir glared ever harder then he had before. He yelled at them, gesturing with his claws in the moment.
'One day, when he had enough energy, he would return, and they would swear allegiance to... Him.'
Standing up and turning away from the Elemotos and the Fates, who were watching, he hovered away from their kingdom. Up into the the sky he went, until he was no longer visible. Though he was gone, the Elemotos and Fates hung their heads, knowing full well what he had done that day.
With that, the storybook closed over onto it's back cover, with was stylized just as strangely as the art within it's magical pages.
In a former prison room, three small figures were on the ground. They looked like male versions of the Powerpuff Girls, with exaggerated hair styles and darker shades of red, blond and black. They all looked very bad for wear, with rips in their clothing and the odd fresh cut.
They looked up to a figure towering above them. Although obscured in shadow, his outline could be identified enough to make out two sharp claws, along with curving yellow eyes, which swept over many defeated aliens in the room before landing on the Rowdyruff Boys.
We're sorry for trying to beat ya!' said the red-haired of the group, Brick. His brothers Boomer and Butch nodded frantically. They spoke in heavy slang and with poor grammar. 'Won't do again!' The figure gave no response, except for the outline of his head to nod slightly.
Boomer slowly raised his blond-haired head, managing to stand up and float up an inch or two. His brothers watched him face the figure.
'Uh… can we go cause sum distructeon?' he asked.
Brick's first instinct was to slap Boomer's face, making him wince. Instead of reacting, though, the figure smiled evilly, a sinister grin on his face.
'Why, yes, Boomer,' he said, in a high-pitched falsetto voice. The three Rowdyruff Boys perked up, floating to his eye level.
'What are we gonna do?' rasped Butch.
'You're going to help me with a takeover,' said the figure's voice in the same tone as before, his eyes briefly letting up. 'I've harnessed enough energy to launch it right now!' Towards the end of his sentence, his voice grew deeper, menacing and booming. The Rowdyruffs recoiled, startled.
'And I've waited long enough,' he hissed, looking upwards with silky menace. 'The galaxy will be mine!'
The sun shone over Townsville that morning, at one of it's bright points near Pokey Oaks Kindergarten.
'Recess!' called Ms. Keane. Within not even a second, all the seats were vacated, the kids stampeding outside. Flying over them were three colored blurs of pink, blue and green.
Hanging by the door were two kids. One, Robin, had long brown hair and a white t-shirt. The other, Mike, had lighter brown hair and was normally shy.
'And then,' said Robin excitedly, gesturing as she spoke, 'the Mayor asked Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup to save the day!' In her hands she held a Blossom action figure, a common novelty around Townsville.
'And they became the coolest superheroes ever!' exclaimed Mike in earnest, having a Buttercup figure himself.
'Time for practice!' said Robin. They moved the Blossom and Buttercup figures around in the air, imitating their flying noises with their mouths.
They stopped when they heard grunting from nearby. It was followed by a sound of heaving. Robin gasped. 'Hey!' she exclaimed, pointing to a different area of the playground. 'Looks like the girls are training right now!'
'Seventy-Two!' yelled Mary, a somewhat podgy girl, watching in amazement as more grunting followed.
'Seventy-Three!' exclaimed Kim, an oriental girl, in equal amazement. 'Keep going!'
'Seventy-Four!' Julie was so shocked that her mouth and hands were frozen.
'Seventy-Five!' chorused Pablo, a Spanish kid, in equal amazement.
'Yeah!' responded a girl's voice, grunting afterwards.
The eight kids that watched were in complete shock. 'How is she even doing that?' mumbled Harry Pitt, a bald boy who looked a little grotesque.
A gigantic stack of small rocks was in front of the kids. Though it wobbled somewhat, it did not collapse as it moved down and then up. At the stack's bottom, between the last rock and the ground, was Buttercup, the black-haired, green-themed Powerpuff Girl. Floating near her were the other two: Blossom, eyes and dress pink, her hair red, and Bubbles, eyes and dress blue, her hair blond.
Buttercup grinned at the attention. 'Seventy-Six rocks!' she yelled elatedly.
All the watching kids cheered. 'Yes!' said Floyd. He had a oddly-shaped head, like that of Beavis in a way. 'That's a new record!'
'Keep it up!' said his identical twin, Lloyd, pushing forward two more small rocks. 'Hit Seventy-Eight!'
'She'll never get there!' fretted Elmer, a pale boy with glasses.
'Just you wait, Elmer!' said Buttercup cooly. Blossom and Bubbles picked the rocks off the ground, hovering up to the stack's top. 'I'll get it!'
'Do it!' grunted Mitch Mitchelson, one of Buttercup closest friends.
'You got it, Mitch!' Buttercup nodded. Blossom and Bubbles placed the two rocks on the rock stack. As they floated down, Buttercup lowered her arms to ground level, thereby lowering herself and the rock stack by two inches.
'Yeah!' she grunted, slowly pushing herself back up. The stack started to wobble a little. Buttercup swayed a bit, trying to keep it from falling over. 'Yeah!' All the watching kids, plus Bubbles and Blossom, had their attention glued. Buttercup managed to get the stack back to a steady level, and it stopped wobbling.
'Bear with me,' she mumbled. Concentrating her power, she pushed her arms back up, completing the press-up.
Blossom and Bubbles broke into cheers, as did the kids. Mitch ran up to Buttercup, excited. 'She did it!' said Elmer in surprise.
'Swell job, Buttercup!' commented Mitch. He slapped her shoulder in enthusiasm. Buttercup toppled over from this, the rock stack falling out from above her. Before they impacted, though, Blossom and Bubbles shot down, whisking the kids to safety before the small rocks impacted.
They put the kids down to ground again. The kids swarmed around Buttercup, who took in the praise. It was then that a beeping noise interrupted them. Blossom instantly saw what – inside the classroom, a red and white phone, with big dots that resembled eyes and a nose along with a fake mouth. And it was ringing.
Blossom dashed inside, scooping it up. 'Blossom here,' she said. Mumbled words came from the receiver, too faint for anyone else to hear.
'On our way, Mayor!' Slamming down the hotline phone, she dashed back outside, shooting up into the sky, away from Pokey Oaks.
Seeing that Blossom was leaving, Bubbles shot up after her. 'Gotta go, see you later!' she waved to the kids as she departed. They cheered back.
Buttercup detached herself from the praise and trailed after her sisters.
'You'll gather those up for me, right?' she yelled to the kids as she departed.
That last sentence struck the kids instantly. They looked around at the seventy-eight rocks scattered across the playground, realizing that it would take several minutes to gather them up.
In Townsville's center, it was noisy, for there were many cars, and thus many vibrating engines and beeped horns. Overhead flew the Powerpuff Girls.
'So what did Mayor say was the trouble?' asked Buttercup as they soared.
'He just said he needed to see us right away,' responded Blossom. Buttercup geared herself up, forming two fists as they zoned in to City Hall.
'Go, Powerpuff Girls!' yelled a passing bystander, Mr. Green, who had long horns and was more kind then his somewhat monstrous appearance might have suggested.
The girls streamed through into the Mayor's office, anticipation on their faces. They skidded to a floating halt, Buttercup looking around eagerly.
The girls finally looked forward – and stopped perfectly still, disbelieving shock crawling its way onto their faces.
The Mayor was in his chair. He was a short man, with white hair and a moustache, one eye clenched shut and a monocle over the other, along with his usual top hat. The thing was, he was struggling with a jar of pickles, his hand clasped over the lid. His frantic attempts were getting him nowhere, except for a sweaty face. Bubbles and Buttercup darted their eyes to each other, exchanging bemused glances, while Blossom floated over.
'Pickles! Pickles! Pickles!' Mayor continued his attempts at getting the lid off, while Blossom floated next to him. It was only when she tapped his shoulder that he noticed her arm stretched out.
Mayor handed over his pickle jar. One quick lid unscrewing and it was handed back to him a second later.
'Thanks Blossom!' said Mayor, popping a pickle in his mouth. As Blossom floated back around between Bubbles and Buttercup, he set the jar down.
The girls waited. Mayor chewed his pickle in his mouth, over and over, leaving it uncertain as to when he would swallow. Still the girls kept waiting.
Bubbles raised a hand, opening her mouth. However, Mayor interrupted what she was about to say by pointing his finger upwards. Bubbles slowly lowered her hand down, while Buttercup folded her arms in irritation.
Mayor finally swallowed, leaving a smile that was distinguishable through his moustache.
'So,' he said, clasping his hands together and looking at Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. 'What can I do for you girls?'
The girls were left dumbfounded. Buttercup and Bubbles exchanged the same bemused glances as before. 'Uh, Mayor,' began Blossom slowly, yet with some authority. 'You called us here a minute ago.'
'I did?' said Mayor blankly. Buttercup slapped her arm to her face.
'Oh, that's right, I did!' said Mayor suddenly, regaining the girls' attention. They looked up. 'I wanted to tell you girls something important!'
The girls again waited for Mayor to say something, but no words came from his mouth, his blank expression having crawled back onto his face.
'What is it, Mayor?' shouted out Buttercup, her patience dropping fast.
'I wanted to tell you girls that…' Here Mayor lost his train of thought. He began scratching his head, thinking hard. 'I wanted to tell you.. what was…'
'What the Mayor is trying to say,' said Ms. Bellum, Mayor's secretary, as she walked up, 'is that all of Townsville is repaired as of five minutes ago.'
'That's great!' said Bubbles, piping up. Blossom and Buttercup also smiled themselves a little.
'I know!' said Mayor happily. 'It seems like Mojo and those monkeys only left yesterday!'
For the third time, the girls were in complete disbelief at the Mayor's oblivious stupidity.
'Mayor,' said Blossom, with her signature authority, 'it was yesterday.'
'Yeah, that's why I said it seemed like yesterday,' said Mayor, with no awareness to what Blossom had implied.
'Is that it?' asked Buttercup, clearly eager to get back to her rock stack.
'Oh no,' said Mayor, with a tone that suggested non-existent intelligence. 'Since there's no longer any threat to Townsville, there's no need for the hotline anymore.'
His sentence almost didn't register due to the unintentionally casual way in which he said it. The girls were left momentarily tongue-tied.
'Wha… What?' said Bubbles slowly, barley speaking. Blossom was completely silent. Buttercup, however, was not.
'Are you crazy?' Buttercup almost exploded, leaping into the air above Mayor's desk. He shrunk back timidly. 'We gotta fight crime!'
'That's what we do!' added in Bubbles sweetly. 'We're the Powerpuff Girls!'
'Aw,' said Mayor sweetly, 'I know that, girls. But you've after changed many villains good! With the rest gone, there isn't going to be much crime.'
'Leave the hotline up anyway!' said Buttercup frantically, almost in a panic. 'You never know what might happen!'
Mayor paused in thought, humming as he considered what Buttercup had said. All five people present were deep in thought, considering the matter.
'What do you think, Blossom?' said Ms. Bellum calmly, turning her red hair-covered head towards the Powerpuff leader. Her sisters turned too.
'Well…' Blossom truly was at a loss for words on the matter. On one hand, Mayor had a point, there wasn't likely to be any more crime the police couldn't handle. On the other hand, no hotline meant no crime fighting…
'Maybe…' began Blossom. 'Maybe we could leave it up for a while, and…'
Buttercup looked even more hyper at this point. Choosing her words carefully, and noting Buttercup's hungry expression, Blossom pressed on.
'…And see what the crime's like, then make a decision,' finished Blossom, keeping her trademark authority in her voice, however vain it currently was.
A brief pause followed, in which no one moved or made a sound.
'That's a good idea, Blossom!' said Mayor brightly, smiling at the red-haired girl. 'You're quite the smart young lady!'
Aw, shucks, Mayor,' said Blossom, blushing in embarrassment. Beside her, Buttercup clenched her hand into a fist, mouthing a silent "Yes!"
'I saw that, Buttercup,' said Blossom, grinning. Buttercup's response was to fold her arms and don her trademark scowl, but she couldn't help but let it form into a grin too.
All was not well on the Elemoto's planet.
In the palace's basement, the three Rowdyruff Boys floated in front of a sparkling energy cage, the yellow energy containing the three Fates.
One was of a short height, not much taller then the Ruffs. This Fate, Atropos, seemed to have the toughest attitude.
The one on the other side, Lachesis, was taller. While Atropos had green skin, Lachesis was more of a blue color. She seemed to be of a lighter personality, although that wasn't currently the case.
The middle one, Clotho, was the tallest, having skin not far off from human skin. She was clearly the group's leader, and the one in charge.
'Trapping aliens for fun… is really fun!' yelled Brick gleefully to the ceiling.
'Yeah!' said Boomer and Butch instantly afterwards. The Fates had no response except to stare back.
Nearby, there was a large and wide deep pit. It was dominated by a gigantic energy cage, the sizzling yellow bars giving off a glow so powerful that anything in the cage was blocked from view.
The ex-heir floated down near the Fates, leering at them in their cage. As he floated closer, the Rowdyruffs drew back. It was a stare down between three seers and one demon.
'Well, Fates,' he said softly, in his high-pitched voice, 'it seems your abilities to look into the future were not so good after all.'
The Fates lowered their eyelids, glaring back. 'We shall see, Him,' said Clotho quietly.
'You'll see, old hags!' said Him fiercely. Floating away a foot or two, he gestured to the glowing and sparkling pit. 'Your precious Elemotos are trapped, and I'm running the pedestal here!'
Him hovered over the pit. Grinning evilly, he lifted his claw up, grasping a flask. The flask looked evil, as did the spooky liquid bubbling inside, a deadly poison purple. He positioned his face over the pit, looking down into it. The energy cage illuminated him, his smirk more apparent then ever.
'Enjoy your last moments of freedom!' he taunted happily, before he tipped his claw over. The flask turned with his claw, the liquid falling into the deep pit. It fell harmlessly through the sparkling energy bars and out of sight.
Him leaned back up, a more subtle grin on his face, folding his claws behind him. The Fates, although unable to see the pit's depths, leaned as close as they could, eye stalks extending out. Brick, Boomer and Butch floated beside Him, looking down into the pit with curiosity. They waited…
When roars, three almighty roars, responded, shaking the very earth of the structure. The Fates almost jumped in surprise. Brick did jump, while Boomer and Butch ducked behind their brother. Him was the only one who didn't react, clearly having expected that.
'Isn't that so much better?' said Him in his falsetto voice into the pit, holding his claws out to his side. 'Now, I'll let you out of there, on one condition.'
Him dropped his falsetto voice, getting more angry. 'Will you swear allegiance to me?'
The air trembled with anticipation. Boomer and Butch peeked around Brick a little, curiosity overtaking their fear. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos extended their eye stalks even more, their bodies almost touching their energy cage. Everyone waited...
'YES!' came three loud, booming responses from the depths of the pit.
The Fates gasped in horror, their worst fears realized. The Rowdyruffs, on the other hand, looked relieved, Boomer and Butch floating out from behind their brother. And Him was nothing short of ecstatic.
'Excellent!' He curled his claws together, moving them around each other carefully. 'Before I use you for galactic domination, time for a little test-run!'
Him looked up, his attention no longer held by the changed Elemotos. His face curved again, showcasing a new idea he had just formed.
'And I know just the place…' snarled Him softly.
At dawn, on the ocean off of Townsville, a building-sized oval spaceship soared over the churning waves. Red and dominating, it's thrusters whirred with galactic energy as it moved through the low sky.
Inside, many monkeys filled the spaceship's chambers. They all were speaking English, and along with seeming human, all wore blue costumes, purple capes, belts, white gloves and boots, and curved head helmets.
'Okay,' chuckled a proboscis monkey, sporting his species' trademark long nose. Several other monkeys were listening, though with little intent. 'So, I have the banana in my hand, right?' He was struggling not to laugh and notably failing. 'And then, right, as I leave, he takes a taco out, and – and –'
'Shut it, Hacha!' grunted a spherical red monkey, glaring. Hacha Chacha stopped, frowning as he shrunk down. 'We get the picture!'
'Yeah, Hacha,' added in a gorilla with a large head. 'The banana and taco jokes were funny the first hundred times.' All the monkeys in that corner moved off to other groups, grunting and mumbling.
Alone, Hacha was silent. He looked down at the floor. Seeing his green face against his orange body, his eyelids dropped, longing seeming to shine from within.
In the cockpit, only four monkeys were present. Talking were a Japanese macaque, a tall forest chimpanzee, a huge mountain gorilla, and a bonobo with a curved chin and gold cymbals attached to his back. They were in deep conference, occasionally darting glances to the controls.
Manning those controls in the pilot's seat was an ordinary chimpanzee. Although dressed the same as the others, he looked a little different in the face. As his hairy arms manned the lever sticks, thereby moving them over the ocean, he found himself looking down.
In the sleek curves of the control panel, his own face and head helmet were reflected back, crystal-clear. Unusually, his eyes were curved neither in anger nor malice, but in gloom.
Slowly, he pulled the spaceship to a stationary stop. Letting go of the controls, he opened his mouth a little. Against the black and green of his fur and skin, he looked down at his reflection. He remained still, yet there was a certain movement about him. Almost of… loneliness.
'What are you doing, Mojo?' Turning, the chimpanzee saw the other monkeys standing nearby. The bonobo had spoken.
'N – Nothing.' Turning back to the controls, Mojo Jojo diverted his visual attention, ignoring the others.
'Come on, Mojo,' said the macaque dimly. He paced around to Mojo's left. 'We're not dumb. We have Chemical X in us too.'
'Hota's right,' mumbled the tall chimpanzee, leaning around Mojo's other side. 'We, uh, know something's on your, uh, mind.'
'Blah-Blah, please!' Whipping around, Mojo threw his arms up in frustration. 'I do not wish to discuss the matter any further. That is to say, I would rather you, Hota, Ka-Ching and Rocko left me alone to contemplate my thoughts by distancing and relocating yourselves somewhere in this galactic vehicle other then the cockpit, for that is where you are currently are, and I wish for that to be otherwise.'
Mojo turned back to the controls, looking grim. Cha-Ching, Cha-Ching shrugged at his fellows, before he began to move, followed by Blah-Blah Blah-Blah and Hota Wota. Rocko Socko, however, stayed, towering over Mojo from behind.
'Where are we going, Mojo?'
Rocko's question made the other three stop, looking back. Mojo too paused in his actions. Slowly, he sighed, before he swung his chair around to face his four acquaintances.
'If I knew the answer to your question,' Mojo said, 'I would give you that answer. However, that is not possible, for that is what I myself have been contemplating.'
Cha-Ching darted a slightly shocked expression towards Blah-Blah before he strode forward, his cymbal clasps swinging with him.
'All I can say is this,' said Mojo. He stood up from his seat, looking at the others. 'After everything I've been through, I need a break. From everything. I am therefore planning to settle down, away from unfair eyes, such that I may gather myself. You can choose to join me, although I am not stopping you leaving, and will gladly drop you all off if that is the case.'
All four monkeys were wordless. Apart from stutters from Blah-Blah, there was silence from Mojo's last words. Satisfied, Mojo began to turn.
As he did so, though, the strangest whirling noise resonated. Mojo, Cha-Ching, Rocko, Blah-Blah and Hota turned to look through the cockpit's vast window – and went instantly stiff.
Through the window, a dimensional rift had opened over the ocean. As the visible dimensions swirled around inside, making the nearby water churn, a chilling roar emanated from within. The volume was intense enough to make Blah-Blah scurry behind Rocko's towering torso. Though briefly frozen, Mojo swiftly grabbed the spaceship's microphone.
'Everyone,' he breathed, 'we have a situation up here. Hurry, make haste, rapidly transport yourselves to the cockpit.' Just as he finished his sentence, another roar echoed from the portal's direction. Mojo and the four looked back to it, another surprise shoving shock onto their faces.
Downward from the rift came a chilling breath of ice. The instant it hit the ocean, the water was frozen solid. Within seconds, all the water within several yards was ice. The ice breath stopped once it's task was done. Yet as it did, a shadow started to emerge from the portal.
In the spaceship, Mojo looked around wildly, until he spotted a sleek, semi-transparent button on the controls. Hesitating not for an instant, he hit it.
Outside the spaceship, it's red surface swiftly began blending into the sky and ocean in every direction. Within seconds, it was shielded from sight.
Mojo and the others breathed freely. As the other monkeys entered the cockpit, everyone directed their attention to the rift.
The shadow gave way to a full shape, as a berg-like foot of ice stepped out onto the frozen water. The air stiffened as it shifted, another foot following.
'Freeze… Townsville!' Rolo Ovo, the spherical red monkey, and Bonzo Bango, the big-headed gorilla, trembled back from the freezing voice. As the feet moved further, a second breath of ice blew down from above the feet, freezing more water. Concurrently, a second shape arose from the rift.
A curved, smooth foot came out next. Electricity sizzled around this foot of steel and an arm, another foot stepping from the rupture. They moved behind the icy hulk, each step shaking the ice.
'Fry… Townsville!' Various gibbons, the Go-Go Patrol, and many small jet-packed chimpanzees, the Doot-Daa-Doot Daa-Doo-Doos, all recoiled from the menace in this monstrous voice. To few of the monkey's surprise, a third shape was behind the sizzling swinger.
Out of the rift sloshed a chunky hulk of lava. Though unfixed, he still took a physical form similar to the others. As he lifted a lava-dripping foot forward, the ice he was on started to melt.
'Melt… Townsville!' Wacko Smacko and Pappy Wappy, two face-slapping monkeys, thought the latter was significantly older, shuddered from the low menace. As the lava sloshed off the first ice chunk, said ice melted, leaving a hole in the freezing water. His pace was such that he remained on solid ice. The rift then suddenly closed up, less then a minute after it had arrived.
These feet of ice, electric steel and lava transported bodies of those respective elements over the ice, water being frozen by the pack's leader and melting again by the lava at the back. As big as the spaceship together, they moved briskly, heading under the invisible spaceship.
In the spaceship's cockpit, there was chaos. The more timid monkeys were running amok, while the calmer ones were at stations around the bubble. Mojo just stared as the elementals moved under.
'What are those things?' chirped a tiny red tarsier, jumping everywhere.
'I don't know, Cruncha,' piped a high-pitched mandrill in a chair. He pushed a button, and several red bars popped up, all elongated and beeping red.
'I don't believe it, Killa!' squealed a dozen Doot-Daa-Doots, hovering around and above Killa Drilla. 'Their energy levels are off the charts!'
'And they're headed straight for Townsville,' said several Go-Go gibbons, grouped by Cha-Ching as he brought up some navagational information.
Cha-Ching then whipped around to everyone at large. Clasping his gold cymbals, he bashed them together twice, the resulting noise bringing quiet.
'The Powerpuff Girls won't stand a chance against them,' said Cha-Ching briskly. 'According to the energy meters, they're virtually indestructible.'
Talk instantly returned to the monkeys. Rocko and Rolo huddled together, while every Go-Go gibbon and Doot-Daa-Doot chatted one-to-two.
Making his way through this, Hacha came up to Mojo. Mojo was paying little attention to the bubble hubble. He had returned to looking at his reflection in the control panel. Though similar, something was different. His face seemed to contain hints of doubt, and… questioning.
'What do we do, Mojo?' asked Hacha. The question made Mojo's ears perk up, though he didn't move otherwise. Simultaneously, the bubble hubble ceased instantly, everyone turning to Hacha.
'Do?' Rocko stepped up to Hacha, glowering. Hacha gulped, his two-and-a-half feet height paling to Rocko's seven-feet stature. 'Are you bonkers, you banana addict? Once they're gone, we continue on!'
'I'm with Rocko on this,' said Bonzo, standing beside his bigger companion. 'I don't remember anyone in Townsville ever helping us in the zoo!'
Mojo slowly looked up. In the reflection, he slowly raised his eyes, something beginning to dawn on his face.
'Don't suggest anything in future, Hacha,' said Hota fairly, but firmly. 'For your own good.'
Hacha looked around, everyone glaring. He looked down, much sadness on his face behind his hooter. His eyes started to wobble with water…
'No.' A hand clasped Hacha's shoulder, pulling him back up to full height. Turning, Hacha saw that it was Mojo, of all monkeys. And he looked set.
'We are going to do something,' said Mojo. Many monkeys stared and blinked. Rocko scoffed sideways, making a lone Doot-Daa-Doot fly away.
'You're, um, with him on, uh, this, Mojo?' enquired Blah-Blah slowly.
'Do not get me wrong, everyone,' said Mojo. 'I have no intention of providing assistance in any kind, shape or form to Townsville. But I am of the opinion that we owe something to Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.'
'The Powerpuff Girls?' said Cruncha, curently perched atop Rolo's head.
'They did open our eyes up to a spectrum of light,' said Mojo curtly.
'More like tears of revelation,' muttered Wacko to Pappy, who sniggered back. Many of the monkeys were still doubtful, looking unsure.
'I know what you are all thinking,' said Mojo. Many were caught off guard in surprise. 'It will not be necessary for us to have to go to the Girls, or even head back to Townsville. We shall stop those titans right here.'
Slowly, murmurs started up again, but murmurs of assent this time.
'You know, Mojo,' said Cha-Ching, striding closer, 'that is something I'm actually game for.'
'Count me in too!' grunted Rocko. He moved forward, shoving Hacha aside. 'I'm willing to kick a little electric butt!'
'Don't forget fire and ice,' chorused the Go-Go Patrol, swinging by the room's ceiling. Gradually, more monkeys began moving up to Mojo.
Hacha watched from the side as everyone congregated around Mojo. He looked at the smooth floor, his own face shining back. He let out a low sigh.
'How are we going to destroy them, Mojo?' asked Cha-Ching. 'They're invincible, remember?'
'Correct, Ka-Ching,' responded Mojo. Cha-Ching blinked, not sure he had heard correctly. 'We cannot terminate them. However, I know of a way to neutralize them, and we are standing in everything we require.' Mojo dramatically gestured to the control panel behind his cape.
'Technology beats elements!' hooted various Doot-Daa-Doots, hovering around the ceiling, fists clenched as they wooped.
'Pay attention, everyone,' whispered Mojo with authority. They leaned closer, the taller ones crouching down. 'Here's what we're going to do…'
Approximate Chapter Running Time: 00:29-10:51 (NTSC); 00:28-10:25 (PAL)