Author's Notes: This is an experiment I've been wanting to try for a while now. Needless to say, this is going to be an epic of a story, possibly one of my longest. Now, I'm not a cartoon expert, so I won't feature every cartoon under the sun. So if your favorite cartoon doesn't appear in my story, I'm sorry. I only know so much. Also, some alliances and good/bad characters are mixed up a bit, meaning a good guy might be working for a bad guy, or vise versa. Just run with it and you will enjoy the story more. Oh, and also, none of this was influenced by that Bleedman guy's comic. If you don't believe me, then that's your problem, not mine. Enjoy!

Chapter One- Rumors of War

Once upon a time, as many fairy tales would start, there lived two kingdoms. But these were no ordinary realms. For the inhabitants in these lands were of the utmost peculiarity.

In the East, the Kingdom of Orange reigned supreme. Its people were happy and perky, almost to the point of being really annoying. Their businesses thrived and their economy was strong. And for the most part, they lived squeaky clean, peaceful lives.

And in the West, the Land of Black and White ruled. Contrary to its name, its citizens were very colorful indeed. The people were strong-willed and edgy compared to their neighbors in Orange. The economy was not as sturdy due to mild overpopulation, but the kingdom still thrived.

Normally, these two empires lived in peace, often trading goods and competing in games and such. But turmoil had come over the land. For not too long ago, two new monarchs had taken over the thrones.

"I said I wanted Poop Cola! Not Purple Flurp," a shrill voice shouted as a soda can was thrown across the room. "To the dungeon with him!!"

"No! Please! Your majesty! I beg of you," cowered the masked servant.

"Away with this Ultra Lord idiot," the queen screamed.

Within seconds, two guards grabbed the servant and carried him away, kicking and screaming some nonsense about Ultra Lord having his revenge.

The queen sat in silence for a moment.

"Kind of harsh, don't you think," said someone next to her.

The purple haired woman sent a fiery glare towards her brother. "And what business is it of yours," she said.

Dib couldn't help but lean back out of instinct at her callous gaze. "Well, you did make me your royal advisor, Gaz," he said.

"I am not keeping you alive to order me around! Do you want to end up like Dad?!"

Dib shuddered at the thought of the sentence their father was enduring. He was somewhere in the slime springs working as a slime collector. The work was hard and the hours were long without any breaks. And the slime… oh the slime!

"I-I just thought I could give you some advice so your subjects would not revolt against you," he said nervously, "You do treat them rather roughly."

"Tough love," Gaz stated, glaring out in front of her, "They will warm up to it eventually. Because of me, the Kingdom of Orange is the most powerful force on the face of the earth!"

"But what about the Land of Black and White," Dib asked.

Gaz scoffed. "Their queen is no match for me. Soon war will be declared and we will see who the most powerful woman on earth truly is!"

"Oh! Mandy! Mandy! I can touch my brain through my nose! Wanna see," Billy asked, a big stupid grin on his face.

"No Billy," Queen Mandy said, casually reading her magazine as she sat with her legs over one side of her throne. Years of being friends with Billy had built up the queen's tolerance for incompetence, hence why she had more loyal subjects than that of Queen Gaz. However, her unimaginable fury was not something to be taken lightly.

"Darling," someone said from across the room.

Mandy looked up from her reading material. "What is it, Grim," she said.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out soul hunting tonight. It's been a long time since we've spent time together," he said, hoping for a yes.

"Sorry Grim," she said closing her magazine, "I have a meeting tonight with my advisors. It seems there has been some unrest in Orange, leading to rumors of war. And if that spoiled little brat of a queen wants a fight, I'm more than willing to give it to her," Mandy said squinting her eyes.

"Oh… alright. Maybe some other time," Grim sighed, disappointed.

"Maybe we can have a little fun later tonight," Mandy said suggestively.

An evil little grin crept onto Grim's face. Now that was the kind of fun he never got tired of. He winked at his wife and floated out of the throne room, his mood having improved quite a bit.

Though Mandy was evil and cold, she still loved her husband. And she had lived to regret her childhood notion of romance being for the weak-minded. However, she seemed to view love as a toy rather than a commitment. Grim was there for her personal enjoyment and need of companionship. He was certainly not her second half as some gooey romance novel might portray marriage.

"My queen," said another voice.

Mandy looked towards the timid voice. Her servant stood shaking in fear of his queen.

"What do you want, elephant boy," she asked, returning to her magazine.

"I… uh… The General wants to see you," he said in a thick Indian accent.

Mandy rolled her eyes and closed her magazine again. "How urgent is it," she asked.

"He says it cannot wait," Raj stated.

"Fine, send him in," she said, taking her legs off her arm rest and putting them firmly on the floor.

"Oooo! Can I stay and listen," Billy asked excitedly.

"No Billy," Mandy said patiently, "I have a secret mission for you."

"Oh! A secret mission! What is it?! What is it," he said, begging to know.

"Go downstairs to the kitchen and ask chef Chowder to make a large dinner for me and my advisors," she said.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah," Billy chanted, running around the room. He sprinted for the doorway, but slammed into the side of the wall, leaving a comical imprint in the stone. Billy wobbled back, his tongue hanging out the side of him mouth, his eyes dizzy. But with a quick shake of his head, he was off.

As Billy left, a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. Mandy looked at the figure coldly. "What news do you bring me, Nigel," she asked, crossing her long leg over the other casually.

"There are new developments in the impending war, your highness," Nigel Uno said as he stepped out of the shadows so his queen could see him. He was much older now, well into his early twenties. And since the KND had been overthrown by Mandy a long time ago, he no longer went by the name of Numbah One. Mandy stripped him of the title to make sure there was no confusion of who was in charge. But he served well as a military leader. And his wife, Abigail, ran Mandy's personal secret agency the MND. Coupled together, their power was quite formidable.

Mandy took hold of her scythe and ran her hand up and down the stick in thought. "Continue," she said.

"We believe Queen Gaz has sent spies into our midst to steal valuable information. We've had several tip-offs from subjects loyal to your highness," he said, opening the folder he carried at his side. He reached into it and pulled out a series of photos. He walked towards Mandy, and handed them to her.

"So far, there is not much information as to who the spies might be, and where they are hiding, but we have several special agents out on the field trying to find them. We can't prove these suspects are spies yet, but if we do, it will be grounds for war."

"Exactly what that brat wants," Mandy stated, taking the photos.

She looked at the first picture. It was a half lit photo of a man in a trench coat and hat looking around a corner. But just under the hat was a small tuff of snow white hair, and it almost appeared his eyes were glowing green. Mandy switched to the next photo, which was of someone much shorter and obviously furry with a rather large nose. But it was hard to make out anything else. So she switched to the third and final picture. It was obviously a woman due to her hourglass figure, but she was covered from head to toe in a trench coat and hat as well.

"Are they the only ones," Mandy asked calmly.

"The only ones we know about," the General said.

"I want them found immediately," she said, her anger starting to show a little.

"Believe me, your highness, we have our finest MND agents after them," he assured her.

"Who," she hissed, squinting her eyes.

A set of determined eyes watched the streets below. The agent sat perched on a fire escape, waiting for his colleague to show up. He was scheduled to meet with them in the alley below, but he decided to remain out of sight, in case something unexpected was to happen. His shining blade remained faithfully at his side as he patrolled the lane with his eyes.

"Nice to see you Jack," came a voice from behind him.

Almost instantly, the agent drew his sword and whipped it around behind him, screaming like a banshee. He brought the sword down only to have it stopped in midair. His colleague stood there, holding the blade above her head, snatched between her palms.

Jack let out a breath of exasperation and withdrew his weapon.

"You're loosing your touch, Jack. It supposed to be very hard to sneak up on a samurai," the woman stated with a teasing grin.

"You should be more careful, B.C.," Jack stated, "You might get yourself killed."

"You are just mad I was able to catch you off guard," she teased. The agent removed her hat to reveal a much older and taller Buttercup of the Powerpuff Girls. Her hair had grown slightly and she still retained the natural beauty her sisters also possessed. But a fairy princess, she was not. Normally, she would be fighting on the front lines with her sisters, but her street smarts in the shadier parts of Black and White had proved quite useful in the past. So every now and then she would be called forth for special assignments.

"Have you heard from Weasel," Jack asked.

"Last I saw him, he was working around the Ink Well," Buttercup said.

"That devious place," Jack asked.

"The one and only," she said, raising an eyebrow.

The Ink Well was one of the most underhanded clubs in all of Black and White. Only the toughest and most evil characters dare cross its threshold. But it was the perfect place for a spy to find shelter. Some of the Queen's greatest traitors were known to frequent the club.

Jack looked slightly worried at the notion of Weasel willingly going to this infamous den of deceit. "I hope he can handle himself in there. He never seemed to be the physical fighter type," he said.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you" Buttercup said, the side of her mouth turning up in a grin. "But I have faith in him. I've seen him talk his way out of hopeless situations many times before. But if you're still worried, we can go check on him."

"It might set my wondering mind at ease," Jack stated.

"Shall I call ahead for a reservation," she teased.

"It might be the last thing you do," he taunted back.

A good start in my opinion. I hope it has peeked your interest.