The City of Townsville! It was a quiet night with the moon shining bright. The citizens were all tucked in their beds, and the Powerpuffs had laid down their big heads. No criminals were stirring. All was…

Wait a second. Who is that lurking in the darkness? Oh no!

… I forgot to come up with more rhymes.

Unaware of the narrator's ever watchful gaze, the figure in the darkness smashed into a department store. Then, as quickly as the figure broke in, a red streak of light fled from the scene. The next morning, the store owner surveyed the damage but could not come to any real conclusion about what the culprit was after.


Back at Mojo Jojo's observatory…

The Powerpunk Girls looked down at their breakfast, a little miffed.

"Eggs and banana bacon again?" Brute poked at the food with her fork.

"I'm getting so tired of bananas," Brat said in an extra whiny voice, "We have bananas every day! Bananas this, bananas that!"

Berserk didn't say anything, but she wasn't happy with her food, either. Mojo Jojo glared at the three of them.

"Girls, you will eat your bananas and like it! Bananas are…"

Thud. Sliiiide.

Mojo Jojo, distracted from lecturing the girls, looked up. A pleased expression became apparent on his furry, green face. Success! The Anti-Ruff, Puff, Punk-proof walls worked!

"HEY! You Powerpunk sissies! Open up! We want a rematch!" came a voice from outside the laboratory.

The Powerpunks jumped at the chance to get away from Mojo Jojo and his banana lecture. They exited the observatory through the door and met the Rowdyruff Boys above the observatory.

"You boys must be real gluttons for punishment," Berserk said, flipping her messy hair in characteristic fashion.

"I hope you're ready for a pounding." Brute pounded her fists together for emphasis.

Brat pointed at them with an accusing glare, "You're making us miss our breakfast, you big dummies!"

Berserk and Brute looked at her, rolling their eyes.

"You girls only got lucky last time! This time, you're going to pay for what you did to us!" Brick said, then charged towards the girls.

His brothers followed suit. The girls started to charge but stopped.

"Hey, you hear something?" Berserk said, looking around with her big, pink eyes.

"Yeah," Brute said, narrowing her eyes.

Brat looked thoughtful, "It kinda sounds like a swarm of bees…"

The girls found the source… A little too late. The Rowdyruffs, wielding battery-operated electric razors, made short work of the Powerpunks' hair. The boys screeched to a halt after doing the deed and turned, evil smirks on their faces.

"Say cheese, baldies," Brick said, his hand on the button of a camera.

Berserk and Brute stared at the camera in shock, while a blue blur rushed away from them.

Click. FLASH!

The boys snickered. The picture only captured Brute and Berserk bald, whereas a blue blur took the place of Brat.

"Eh… Oh well. Two out of three isn't bad. This one's going on the internet," Brick said, rushing away from the girls.

Butch and Boomer let out a final snicker before taking off themselves.

"Oh no, you don't!" The bald Brute tried to take off after them, but Berserk had grabbed her into a headlock.

"It's too late, Brute. If we go after them, the public sees us. If we don't go after them, the public WILL see us, anyway. They've beaten us."

"NO!!! Those stupid boys! I'm going to rip them limb from limb! This isn't fair!!" Brute flailed her arms, finally releasing herself from Berserk's headlock.

"Shut up. This isn't over. Those boys don't know who they're dealing with."

Berserk rubbed her bald head with a frown. Her beautiful, messy hair… How on Earth were they going to recover from this? She sighed.

"Come on. Let's get inside."

Brute grumbled under her breath and followed Berserk inside the observatory. Mojo Jojo, who had seen everything, was doing his best to contain his laughter. He failed. Miserably.

Brute flew to him, grabbing him by his suit.

"What are YOU laughing at, monkey brains?!"

Mojo Jojo almost looked afraid for a few seconds. He mustered up an authoritative voice.

"You… you let go of me, right now, missy."

Brute narrowed her eyes but let go of Mojo Jojo.

"Whatever." She turned her back on him.

Mojo Jojo wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. This parenting business was a lot harder than he thought it would be. He thought for a moment, rubbing his chin. He wondered if he had any books on the subject and turned to go to his private library.

Brute flew to her room and tried to get inside. It was locked. She tried busting it down. It was Puff/Ruff/Punk-proof.

"Arrrghhh! OPEN UP!"

She pounded on the door.

"Noooo!! I cannot be seen! I'm hideous! HIDEOUS!"

"Brat…" Brute growled in warning.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I must suffer… in silence. For the goddess of cuteness has fallen… Never will my beautiful face be seen in public again, for I…"

Berserk flew to the door, "Brat! Quit being a baby and open this door or I'll make you even uglier than you are now!"

"How will…" Brute began to ask, but Berserk silenced her.

Brute narrowed her eyes. There was silence on the other end. Then…

"My hopes, my dreams! I shall never be a star, now. I…"

Berserk slapped her head. There was only one thing to do in a situation like this. The leader of the Powerpunks closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. Then, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"DAD!!! BRAT IS BEING STUPID AND WON'T LET US IN OUR ROOM!"

"I am not!" came Brat's whiny voice from inside the room, then some loud and obnoxious crying.

"DADDY'S BUSY RIGHT NOW!" shouted Mojo Jojo from somewhere inside the observatory.

Berserk narrowed her eyes and looked back at the door. Brute crossed her arms.

"What now, leader?" She gave Berserk a murderous look.

"Shut up, Brute. Brat! You better let us in!" Berserk beat on the door and kicked it for good measure.

"Noooo!" Brat sobbed from behind the door.

Berserk turned away from the door.

"DAD!! BRAT CALLED US UGLY!!!" It almost worried Berserk that Brat didn't even protest to that one. She crossed her arms in an identical manner to Brute.

"ARGGGHHH! YOU INFURIATING… I mean… I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Mojo Jojo shouted.

Berserk smiled, hearing Mojo Jojo's footsteps clacking against the floor of the observatory as he approached. Mojo Jojo had his face in a book and a key in his hand. The two Powerpunk Girls stepped aside to let him through.

"Brat, this is your father," his voice was dead-pan as he interpreted what he read from the book and applied it to the situation at hand, "I realize that you are going through a hard time right now, and I want to help you. Will you come out?"

There was a sniffle.

"I'm ugly, Daddy." Brat let out a wail and began crying again.

"There, there. I'm coming in…" Mojo Jojo grinded his teeth together, "sweetie."

He looked up from the book and unlocked the door, opening it. Berserk charged up her eyebeams. Brute pounded her fist.

"STOP! Girls… We all need to talk this through!" The authoritative voice mixed with Mojo Jojo's dead-pan one. Brute and Berserk considered it for a moment, then nodded their heads. Berserk's eyes stopped glowing, and Brute put down her fists. Brat's bald head popped up from her arms. Her lip quivered. Mojo Jojo quickly shifted his eyes back to the book, telling himself that he was absolutely not, under any conditions or circumstances, feeling sorry, apologetic, or remotely remorseful about Brat's situation because he was an evil genius, and an evil genius such as himself, never felt like that in any way, shape, or form.

He memorized the rest of the chapter he was reading and set the big yellow book (titled: Parenting for the Citizens of Townsville) down on the bed. He hopped up next to Brat, then looked to the other girls and patted the bed on the other side of him. Brute and Berserk glanced at each other, shrugged, then floated to the bed. Mojo Jojo put his arms over the girls' shoulders, closing his eyes and reminding himself that he had to do what he had to do in order to rule the world. He opened his eyes, mentally going over the book in his memory.

"Now, girls. Sometimes, things happen that we can't always control. Just remember that as your father, I will always be here for you," Mojo Jojo cringed, "And that I…"

The girls looked up at him curiously, almost expectantly.

"Love you very much."

The girls' eyes seemed to get impossibly bigger than they were already.

"Now, even though, those boys were mean and cruel doesn't mean that we…" Mojo Jojo paused, as the rest of the chapter on "How to Help Your Kids Cope with Bullying" went through his mind. It had emphasized the importance of not being mean and nasty to others, to treat others as you would like to be treated, and to… kill them with kindness?! Mojo Jojo shuddered, erasing such sappy crap from his mind. He stood up, walked forward, then turned to face the girls, an evil smirk on his face.

"Those stupid Rowdyruff Boys think that they can pick on you and push you around, but you must not let them get the best of you! You girls must show them that you are just as mean, just as nasty, just as cruel as they are! You will show them that you are not to be messed with or trifled with, and furthermore not to be underestimated! For you are mean, you are bad, and you are evil… And most importantly, you are MY girls! Mwhahahahahaha!" Mojo ended his speech with his arms raised in victory, his body shaking with evil laughter.

The Powerpunk Girls looked to each other, smirking. Berserk stood up.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!! We're the evilest little girls in the entire world!"

"That's right!" Mojo Jojo nodded, rubbing his hands together… well… evilly.

Brute stood up, too.

"We're not going to let some stupid boys think that they're going to get us down by shaving off our hair! We'll mess them up! They haven't seen the last of the Powerpunk Girls!" Brute pounded her fists together.

"You go, girl!!" Mojo Jojo cheered.

The three of them looked to Brat, who was sitting on the bed. She stood up, wiping her eyes.

"No more crying! We're going to make THEM cry!!" Brat said, shaking her arm towards the ceiling.

"Yes, my little angel of doom!"

Brat beamed at him. Mojo Jojo grinned at all of them, feeling a sense of fatherly pride.

"And together, as a family, we will rule the world! Mwhahahahaha!"

The girls attempted to join him in maniacal, evil laughter, but it came out as regular little girl giggles. Mojo Jojo stopped mid-laughter and blinked.

"We're going to have to work on your evil laughing skills," he told them.

"Yes, daddy!"


Later that night…

All the citizens of Townsville were snug in their bed. Even the dastardly villain Mojo Jojo had settled in for the night. Snoring and…

Knock, knock.

Mojo Jojo opened one eye, then both eyes. He scowled.

"What do you want?" He yawned and grumbled.

The door creaked open and Brat floated in.

"Daddy?"

"What?" Mojo Jojo looked at her, unsure about whether he liked that tone of voice coming from his evil creation.

She kissed him on his furry cheek.

"I love you. Good night, Daddy!" She floated off to bed, leaving a stunned Mojo Jojo staring out the open door.

He tried to shake off the warm and fuzzy feeling that was creeping up on him. The last thing he needed, as a supervillain, was to start getting warm and fuzzy feelings. He laid back down, but was unable to sleep.

"Dad?" It was Berserk's voice this time.

Mojo Jojo shut his eyes tightly, then opened them, sighing. He sat up, seeing Berserk hovering in front of him.

"Yes? Get on with it."

"Well, I was thinking…" Berserk began, which made Mojo Jojo breathe a little easier. Two sappy moments in one night would've been too much for him.

"That I'm glad you're my dad. I love you." She reached out, a bit hesitantly, and hugged him.

Mojo Jojo sat there, too shocked to push her away. This was too much, this had to stop right here, right now. Supervillains did not "love one another." He didn't do anything. Berserk let him go and floated away.

This is all my fault, he fumed, I should have never read that stupid book.

But the girls were being obedient to him, weren't they? Clearly, all of this was just showing that his plan was working. This was what he wanted, right? He shook his head fiercely.

No, no, no, a thousand times NO! This is… He lost his train of thought.

"Hey, dad?"

Brute's bald head peered through the open door.

"Err… ah… Come in."

Surely, she's not going to…

He sat staring at her floating form. She stared back at him. Several minutes passed by. He couldn't even bring himself to tell her to hurry it up.

"I just wanted to say, well… Even though, you talk a lot, and you look like a monkey," Brute's green eyes seemed to wander around the room, never looking directly at him, "and you kind of smell like one, too…"

Mojo Jojo gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to yell at her.

Finally, she blurted out, "I love you."

Mojo Jojo closed his mouth. They stared at each other for a few more minutes. Mojo Jojo's arm raised weakly. Then, he patted her on the head. Brute cleared her throat.

"Ah, uh… Good night!" She shot out of the room.

Mojo Jojo laid back in his bed and couldn't stop the warm and fuzzy feelings.

There are some who say, that maybe… just maybe… His cold, small heart grew enough to fit three that day.