Puffed up Family Guy Fanfiction Series
Episode 1: Puffed up Family Guy
Chapter 1: Prolouge
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Guy or Powerpuff Girls. PPG belongs to Craig McCracken, and Family Guy to Seth MacFarlane.
A/N: This fanfic is going to be the first of my official series. I've had several ideas for this in the past, but this will be the final version of it, and the first one in my series. I again apologize for this last minute decision.
Episode Summary: The Powerpuff Girls have been through tough situatiuons before, but try fighting crime 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for an entire summer. Yeah, it hurts, and when it comes time for school again, the Girls are in no shape to fight crime or think about anything. Plus, when a plan made by Mojo Jojo backfires and sends the Girls spiraling down into a little town called Quahog, Rhode Island, where they meet up with our friends on Spooner Street, the Griffins. They nurse the Girls back to health and then try to find their father, the Professor, whom just so happens to be Peter's old college buddy. Ironically, they meet up at the Clam, and Peter suggests that because Townsville is so dangerous for them, that they go live with them in Quahog. But, Mojo, hearing this, travels to Quahog to seek and destroy the Girls. Can the extremely weak Girls and the Griffin family fight off Mojo as he unleashes his most powerful plan yet?
Meanwhile, while staying at the Griffins, Bubbles, always wanting a little brother to play with, takes an interest in the baby, Stewie. However, it gets to the point where Bubbles actually falls madly in love with him and tries to win him over.
Enjoy!
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It was a lovely day in the City of Townsville. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the streets were clear of bad guys & robbers, leaving the Town heroes to rest and relax at home. Unfortunately, this was no time to relax for them/
Over the past 4 months, the Girls have been struggling with late-night crime fighting. It had been leaving them a bit tired and uneasy, and eventually, it turned into all-night crime fighting, and the Girls were now starting to feel it. They were almost always tired in the morning, never energetic anymore to play with kids in school, and their dad, Professor Dave Utonium, was getting worried.
This whole adventure began one morning, when the Girls had just returned from all-night crime fighting in the morning, this morning, exhausted and out of energy. They had climbed into bed hoping for a few minutes sleep.
"Boy, I feel like jello." Blossom, the leader, the one in pink, said to her two sisters, Bubbles, the one in blue, and Buttercup, the one in green.
"I don't even remember the last time I've felt this weary." Buttercup replied to he exhausted sister.
"All I want to do is lay here all day." Bubbles, the blue one, said with her voice breaking.
"Well let's just pray we can get a few minutes sleep before the Professor calls us down for breakfast."
All three Girls shut their weary and blood-shot eyes, and went to sleep, but for only about four seconds, before their father woke them up.
"GIRLS!" The Professor shouted from downstairs. "Breakfast!"
All three Girls immediately opened their eyes and groaned.
They each slowly floated their way downstairs to the breakfast table, and saw their breakfast waiting for them on the table.
"I made pancakes!" He said cheerfully to them as soon as they arrived in the room. They took a seat at the table, looked at the pancake in front of them, yawned loudly, and them started eating. Because of the late night crime-fighting, their appetite has suffered as well. The Professor was getting really worried. "Girls, you haven't been eating much lately. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's fine." Blossom said to her father, with her broken voice.
"We just got in last night a little bit late from crime-fighting." Bubbles added as to not stress him out as much.
"Are you sure? I think it's something more than that. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No, Professor. Everything is Ok. We're just a little tired today, is all."
"OK then, if you're sure. But you know, if there is something bothering you, you can tell me. Now eat your pancakes and wash up. We're going to be late for school." The Professor stood up and walked out of the kitchen to let his Girls eat. But as soon as he was out of sight, the Girls dropped their heads onto the table and groaned again.
"Man, who knew crime-fighting would get this bad." Buttercup asked in agony. She was sore and weak everywhere.
"Well, when duty calls, duty calls." Blossom said in a nagging tone with her voice cracking.
"I just wish there was a day where there was no crime in Townsville so we could relax and regain our strength." Bubbles said. "But what are the odds of that?"
"Well, let's just pray that nothing happens today so we could just relax and hopefully, get a good night's sleep tonight."
The Professor and the Girls arrived at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten just moments later in their car. The Professor parked the car in the front so the Girls could just go right in.
"Now I know it's a bit early, but I have a few errands to run." The Professor said to his three tired and weary girls. "But I'll be here at noon to pick you up."
He waited a bit for his Girls to respond, but they were too close to being asleep to listen. They were just now slowly waking up.
"OK, Professor. Noon it is." Blossom said as she raised her head to him.
The three tired Girls got out of the car, and struggled to stand up without collapsing. "Now are you sure you Girls will be alright?" The Professor asked them. "You Girls really haven't been yourselves lately, and I'm getting worried."
"Don't worry. We're fine." Blossom assured.
"We're just tired. That's all." Buttercup said to the Professor.
"If you say so. I'll be back at noon." And with that, he drove off into the streets, as the Girls walked slowly to the door of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. They were fatigue all around, and just wanted to rest. Since they had over an hour left before school started, they decided to sit by the wall and just rest to regain some of their strength. They closed their eyes for a moment, and soon enough, they were fast asleep.
They were only asleep for what seemed like ten minutes before one of their classmates, and friends, Robin Synder, woke them up to see if they were OK.
The Girls were just starting to wake up when Robin screamed in terror, thinking something had happened to the Girls.
"Are you guys OK?" SHe asked them as soon as they woke up.
"Yeah Robin. We're fine. We just took a nap, that's all."
"We were up all night last night fighting crime, and we didn't get home, until like, 5 in the morning." Buttercup said, following Blossom's lead, and then put her head back again.
"We're exhausted." Bubbles murmured to her friends.
"And how long has this been going on?"
"I don't know. I lost track after July."
"What!?" Robin, like anyone would be, was shocked to hear that this has been going on for at least 2 months now. "Does your dad know about this??"
"No."
"We don't tell him because we don't want him to be worried about us."
"Well if you were to collapse from exhaustion from fighting a monster after two months of...this, I think there would be a cause for concern!"
"Robin, I know you're worried about us, but there's no need. We still have almost an hour before school starts, so we're just going to take a short nap out here. The bell rings, we go inside, go home and sleep. Easy as that." Blossom said all this before she let out a big yawn, and almost collapsed on the ground. The wall stopped her from falling to the ground. She then got comfortable, and closed her eyes. "We're going to be fine."
"We'll see you inside." Bubbles said, just as she fell asleep on the ground right next to her sister.
"Later." Buttercup soon joined the two sisters on the ground. Robin, seeing no point in arguing with them, went to the playground, but, first she turned around and said to the three.
"Oh, and don't let any women catch you like that, OK?"
"Why not?"
"Because I heard this new club came afoot onto Townsville, and then the next town. I think it's called "Prostituion R us. Ha! Who would start a dumb club like that!?"
The town right next to Towsnville: Quahog, Rhode Island. It was also a beautiful town with its own schools, city halls, banks, and own little suburbs. But it is all but peaceful on the sleepy Spooner Street, where our man of the hour, Peter Griffin, lives.
Peter Griffin is a working man; 43, 296 lbs., 5'11, and he works at the Pawtucket Patriot Brewery, a place where they make Pawtucket beer, his favorite kind of beer. He is a heavy drinker, overweight, and a very poor eater, but he is in very good condition. He is also considered mentally retarded.
He lives with his family. His wife, Lois, of 19 years, who is 41 years old, a woman who gives piano lessons on the weekends, and is very supportive of Peter no matter what he does, even though Peter is a complete moron almost all of the time.
Together, they had three kids. Chris, 250 lbs. and morbidly obese, 14 years of age, goes to Buddy Cianci High School, and seems to be very inteligent. However, he inherited his father's genes, so he is considered mentally retarded along with him.
THeir second child, Meg, is 17 years going on 18, is what you would call the loser of the family. She struggles to make friends in school but gets turned down by the popular kids all the time. She also struggles to fit in at home but Peter constantly makes jokes about her, with the family, with the exception of Brian at times, joining in.
And speaking of Brian, Brian happens to be the dog of the family. He can talk like a human, walk like a human, and make jokes like a human. But his wit is as dry as the martinis he drinks. He is 7 years old, single, and possibly an alcoholic. Peter took him in when he was just a stray, and ever since, he's been part of the family.
And finally, the last child of the Griffin family, the baby, Stewie Griffin. 2 years old, a master of weaponry, and a diabolical mind the size of George Lopez's head, this baby's soul purpose is to rid the world of his mother, Lois, whom he despises, and become the world's soul dominator. Unfortunately, he has never once completed any of his world domination plans, but, after the adventures the Griffins are about to have, who is to say that won't change.
Lois was on the phone with a man talking about the club that Robin from Townsville just described. Peter then walked into the room and Lois turned to him.
"Peter, that was Mayor Adam West on the phone. Did you start a club called 'Prostituions R us?"
"Yep." Peter replied happily. "I get a couple of prostitutes to sleep with a bunch of guys and I make profits off their profits. I've already made like 400 bucks off of them!"
"Peter you can't use prostitutes to buy yourself valuable things."
"Yea I can. I've already bought myself a new toaster."
(Cue Cutaway)
Peter was in the kitchen with his new toaster. He had plugged it into the socket in the wall, and he was ready to test it out for himself. But, since he was challenged mentally, he did not know how to work a toaster. The way he thought it worked was, he would stick a wet finger into the socket where the toast would go, and see if it would burn. But, instead of getting burned, he was electrocuted, and it was pretty bad.
(End Cutaway)
"Besides, Lois, there are so many people out there that if a trio of five-year olds crashed into our front yard right now, I'd guarentee you that they'd be either crack-heads or addicted to heroin."
"Peter, you can't just assume that every woman you meet has some sort of drug addiction. Otherwise, you'll never succeed in life. I mean, look at me. You didn't know that I was a drug addict and a prostitute once before you married me, but that didn't stop you, did it?"
"NO, but you're different. You're not a whore, like Mr. Pewterschmidt's dog, Cebreeze. Yeah! Now she has to share her puppies with that bastard, Ted Turner!"
Meanwhile, back in Townsville, it was 9:00 am. The bell to start the school day had already begun, but the Girls did not wake up from the nap they were taking. They just slept right through that bell, and no one even noticed them out in the front.
Inside, Ms. Keane, the Kindergarten teacher was taking roll call with her students. It was only when she got to the Girls names that she noticed something wasn't right.
When she called out each of the Girls' names and did not get a response, she quickly took a glance around the room at everyone, searching for the Girls to see if they were just spaced out. When she did not find them in the room, she began to get worried and start questioning her classmates.
"Has-Has anyone seen the Girls?" SHe asked her classmates, frantic for an answer. Robin was the first, and only, to answer.
"I saw them outside a little while ago." She replied to her teacher. "They looked worn out. Seriously, they looked like those twins addicted to heroin. It wasn't a pretty sight, and they weren't in a good mood. I think they may've went home or something. Or, maybe an emergency came up and they didn't return yet."
"Well, I hope that's the case, Robin. Now, I would like you to get started on the math problems on the chalkboard. In the meantime, I'm going to give the Professor a call."
Back at the house, the Professor was reading his newspaper, the Sports Section. And, just like Ms. Keane said she would, she called the house just moments later.
"Hello?"
"Professor Utonium?"
"Yes it is. Hello Ms. Keane. What can I do for you?"
"It's about your Girls. Did-Did you happen to drop them off at school today?"
"Why yes I did."
"Did an emergency come up and the Girls have to go save the day?"
"No."
"Well your Girls aren't here in school, and their friends said they went home."
"Well they never came back home, and you're sure they're not there."
"I'm sure, Professor."
"Well, I'm coming up to the school to check. Maybe they didn't hear the bell ring and they're still on the playground. I'll be up there in a few minutes."
As quickly as he hung up the phone, the Professor was up at the school. He was expecting policemen to be there, surrounding the school. But instead, he found his three Girls, still sleeping in the shadows of the bushes.
They truly looked worn out and exhausted and as if they could give out at any moment. The Professor was truly stunned at the sight he was seeing. They looked as if they were dead. Pale, tired, and worst of all, they could be mistaken as whores at anytime.
"Girls!" HE shouted in the distance, as he got out of the car and rushed over to his girls, as they woke up suddenly from the scream.
"Professor!" The three of them shouted in unison as he approached them and grabbed them in his arms.
"Girls, oh I'm so glad you're all OK! Your teacher called me to tell me you weren't in school today. What happened?"
"Well, we sat down for a moment and closed our eyes, and...I don't know, I guess we fell asleep." Blossom explained, tiredly, to her father.
"Girls, I've never seen you like this, before. You've never been this weak before. What's happened to you?"
"Well, you know the last time the night-time crime fighting came around?"
"Yeah."
"Well, another one hit Townsville, and we've been trying to stop it, but...I guess it became too much for us and we just couldn't handle it."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Um, I don't know."
"I've lost track since July." Buttercup said, groaning in agony.
"July!?" THe Professor shouted, shocked as anyone would be. "Girls, why didn't you tell me this before? THis isn't healthy for you! You Girls are practically dead for god's sake!"
"We know, but...we were just doing our job. We have to protect this city."
"But look at you Girls. I don't think I've seen anyone as pale as you three." The Professor opened the passenger door, and sat his three Girls down and buckled them in, and then got into the driver's seat himself. "As soon as we get home, I want you Girls to get straight into bed, OK? Girls?" He looked in his driver mirro and saw that all three were immediately asleep in their seats.
They slept the whole way there, and even when the Professor took them upstairs and put them to bed, they slept like logs. Not once did they move or even flinch at a sudden movement the Professor made. Every breath they took, they sounded even worse than they were before, and the Professor was getting worried. But, he thought that all they needed was a good sleep, so he left them to sleep peacefully alone.
But, they had a short sleep, and it was anything but peaceful, because about a half hour later, the hot-line rang. The Girls groaned and opened their tired eyes, as Blossom answered the phone. It was a long conversation and an unpleasant one too...since their mayor is about as smart as Quahog's Mayor, Adam West.
"Girls, emergency." Blossom said, with a little bit more enthusiasm than before. But she was still pretty worn out and not in the mood to fight crime.
"What is it this time?" A cranky and disturbed Buttercup asked as she rubbed her head in pain.
"It's Mojo. I think he build some sort of destructo-ray or something. THe mayor was eating a pickle, so I couldn't really understand. Come on! Let's get this over with!"
All three Girls groaned, but then took off into skies. They traveled about 4,000 feet into the air before they found Mojo's ultimate machine. It was a echanical U.F.O with eight arms that grab stuff like hooks and could toss them over 400 feet in the air. Mojo, however, was not there. He was nowhere in his ultimate machine. However, there was a flashing siren on top of it, and there was a note on the machine.
"Dear Powerpuffs," Blossom read. "If you ware reading this, that means the self-destruct sequence has been activated, and you, along with my machine, shall perish in less than 10 seconds. You sitnky Powerpuffs will finally be out of my way for good! Love, Mojo. P.S, you suck! Well, that's not very nice."
"Yeah, considering we're not going to make it out in time." Buttercup pointed out, pointing to a timer that flashed 0:03. The Girls needed to fly out of there and get to safety in less than three seconds, or they would be in big trouble.
But it was too late...
They did not react fast enough, and before they knew it, they were hit so hard with the astonishing explosion from the blast that they were knocked over 5,000 feet in the air, right out of Townsville...and the Professor had to bear witness to this tragedy. They were out of sight so fast he had no idea where they were heading, and neither were the Girls.
But one particular family back in Quahog was in for a rude awakening. The Griffins. The family was outside as they said their goodbyes to Peter, as he was heading out for work.
"Now Peter, remember, dinner is at six, we're having chinese, and I don't want you going directly out to drink with the guys. I want you to come straight home." Lois ordered her stubborn husband.
"Alright, alright, don't get your bra in a knot." Peter said, completely oblivious to her orders. "Jeez, Lois, when was the last time I went out drinking with the guys?"
"Last night." Their talking dog, Brian, said to him.
"Oh. Man, that was some party."
Meanwhile, Chris, dumb as he was, saw the three Powerpuffs soaring down to the ground, but mistook them for shooting stars.
"Hey mom. Make a wish on that shooting star, and maybe tonight dad won't come home knocked up." He said, tugging on Lois's sweater.
"Chris, those aren't shooting stars. Those are three five-years olds heading our way. THREE YEARS OLDS HEADING OUR WAY!?" At first, she did not realize that the Girls were plummeting to their front year dat about 250 mph, but then it finally clicked in when their torn dresses were shown.
"Holy crap! This is a sign!" Peter announced idiotically to his family. "Family, this is a sign that George Lopez has passed away and he wants us to continue his big head tradition."
Brian could not help but laugh at Peter's stupidity. "Yeah, or maybe this is April Fool's day, and those three are our-"
And just like that, before Brian could finish his sentence, the three Girls collided with the ground, and the ground erupted in a huge explosion. The explosion caused buildings to be set on fire, lawns to be devestated, and of course, the Griffins to be in absolute shock.
Next time: The Griffins get to meet the Powerpuff Girls for themselves! Meanwhile, Townsville goes nuts without their favorite heroins.