Chapter Ten

The clock post had already struck twelve. The day of Christmas had arrived. Bubbles, still carrying a wooden beam and a metal bucket, was flying toward Westen's Toy Chest. She hears the chiming sound of the clock as she continued flying.

Meanwhile, at Westen's Toy Chest, a security guard had the whole store on the alarm set and locked the doors. He tried opening one door, but it did not budge. So, that means it's secured. He looked around in front of the store one last time before heading home for a night.

Inside the store, every toy and machinery was turned off, except for a grandfather clock with a face on it. It was making chime noises twelve times since it is midnight. The Christmas lights were the only things that were remained on, despite that the store was all dead silent and dark. Everything was all quiet after the clock stopped chiming. However, what the guard did not know was that Mojo Jojo and Fuzzy Lumpkins have remained hidden in their little hideouts to wait until the coast is clear.

The evil monkey poked his head out of the house window, looked both ways to make sure no one else was here, and then said, "Come on, Fuzzy. The time has come."

He and Fuzzy crawled out of the houses and headed down the stairs to the first floor. As they walked down, their shoes were squeaking loud, but not loud enough for anyone to notice. Mojo had one crowbar in his hand as Fuzzy held the other one and a bag that they're going to use to put the cash in.

They approached the counter and went around it. Mojo went for the cashier as Fuzzy went for a chest that was filled with cash underneath the sign for the children's hospital.

"Let's do this, Fuzzy," Mojo said with a grin. He took his crowbar and cracked it opened. After he succeeds, he pulled the little slot door open and discovered a bunch of neatly organized piles of cash and cents in there.

"Merry Christmas, Mojo," the evil monkey muttered to himself with an evil grin. He began grabbing a bunch with his filthy white gloved hands.

Fuzzy broke the lock off of the chest, and as soon as he tossed the lock away, he opened the chest, revealing a large amount of cash in it. He made a surprised gasp and said to himself, "Happy Hanukkah, Fuzzy!" With that, he grabbed a bunch of cash.

He and Mojo began taking the money and shoving them into the bag.

Bubbles had arrived at the front of the toy store. She sees that the doors are securely locked, but she's not worrying about that. She looked through the window and discovered Mojo and Fuzzy robbing the store.

"Wow, we get lots of money more than we could even count!" Fuzzy replied. Surely, Bubbles could hear them from the other side of the window.

"It makes you wonder why we wasted so much time robbing houses," Mojo commented.

Fuzzy chuckled with his comment, "Good point!"

Bubbles placed the bucket on its side in front of the window. Then, she carefully placed the wooden beam on the bucket. It was as if she was making a seesaw at a playground. She then turned back to the window, watching the villains shoving cash in the bag continuously.

"The darnest amazing thing is," Fuzzy said excitedly, "we're the fugitives from the law. We're up to our necks in cash, and there ain't nobody who even knows about it!"

Mojo chuckled with agreement.

Suddenly, they heard a window knock. They instantly looked up to see who it was and they were shocked to see Bubbles before them. She waved at them with a smile.

"She's back!" Mojo replied. Yep, they were caught.

Bubbles took a camera out and as soon as she hits the button, a single flash was shot at them.

"Curse that little girl!" Mojo replied, "She took our picture!"

"Do I look handsome?" Fuzzy asked stupidly.

Bubbles took another picture of the villains and then received the photo from the slot. She flew backwards away from the window. She then took out a small piece of a brick from her coat pocket. There is a note wrapped around it with a rubber band, and the paper was recently from the Morbucks Plaza Hotel.

Bubbles gave herself a deep breath and said, "This is it. No turning back." She looked up to the window and made a brave expression. "Another Christmas in the trenches."

After seeing and realizing what the blonde-haired Powerpuff Girl is going to do, Mojo gasped and then shouted, "NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Bubbles tossed the brick at the window. The brick went through the window which was instantly broken into pieces. And once it was inside, the sound of the alarm bell went off loud. That alarm bell was so loud, it caused Mojo and Fuzzy to cover their ears.

Despite that she was proud of herself to stop the villains in time, she felt regretful for breaking a store property window.

"Wow…" she silently said in a sad surprising tone. Then, she flew off.

Mojo was now getting angry. First the picture, then the alarm.

"That's it!" he replied, "Get the money! Get the money! I'll kill her!" He then muttered endless sentences which no readers in this story would be able to understand. He went over the counter and headed out the open window. As soon as he stepped out, he landed on one side of the seesaw. After realizing that he stepped on a seesaw which could be one of Bubbles' traps, he began turning to Fuzzy as the pink creature was running out the window after him.

"I'm coming, Mojo!" he replied.

"No, you fool, stop!" Mojo replied, trying to warn him.

But Fuzzy didn't listen. As soon as he stepped out, he stepped on the other side of the seesaw. And his weight has caused Mojo to catapult in the air. Fuzzy watched in shock and amazement as the evil monkey was sent screaming and flying. Then, Mojo landed painfully on top of the car with a sound of a crash.

Fuzzy hesitated at first, but then he said, "Mojo?" He walked toward him as Mojo moaned in shock and paralysis.

"Mojo!" the pink creature replied, "That was incredible!"

Mojo growled in anger and pain after enduring that humiliation.

Fuzzy helped him sit up as he said to him, "You know, I kinda twisted my ankle on that board thingie."

"Where is she?!" Mojo sneered angrily.

"Whoo-hoo! Boys!" Bubbles' voice was heard. They turned to her seeing her with a camera. "Smile!" she replied.

Fuzzy smiled as Mojo made an angry glare. Another flash shot at them from the camera and Bubbles flew away from them.

"Come on!" the evil monkey muttered angrily, "Help me up!"

"I got ya," Fuzzy said, helping Mojo off of the crashed car, "I got ya."

As soon as he pulled him off of the car, Mojo hits Fuzzy a couple of times before heading off to pursue Bubbles. Fuzzy, grabbing a bag full of money, ran to follow him.

Professor Utonium arrived at his stepsister's townhouse and ran up the stairs. He knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. He was hoping to find Bubbles here. He looked into the window to see if anybody was there, but it was dark and dumpy in there. He soon realized that this townhouse was under renovated and decided to go someplace else to find Bubbles.

He sees an upcoming cab and replied, "Taxi!"

The cab stopped for the Professor and when he got in the car, he said to the driver, "Times Square."

Then the cab drove away. What the Professor did not know was that Bubbles was heading back to the townhouse. Talk about out of luck.

The blonde-haired Powerpuff Girl had arrived back at the townhouse and flew up toward the roof.

Mojo and Fuzzy were running down the streets toward the neighborhood, searching for Bubbles. As soon as they were approaching near the area where she was hiding, Fuzzy replied, "Where'd she go?"

As soon as they were about to pass the townhouse, Bubbles poked her head from the roof and replied, "I'm up here! Come and get me!"

The villains heard her and discovered her on top of the roof.

Bubbles took out the camera and took another flash picture of them.

Then, Fuzzy was starting to get steamed up in anger. "Let's kill!" he replied. He was about to run in, but Mojo stopped him.

"Hold on, Fuzzy," the evil monkey said to him, "We got humiliated last year because we underestimated that little bundle of misery who we called the Powerpuff Girl Bubbles."

"But Mojo," Fuzzy said, "This ain't like the last time. This ain't his house. The girl's running scared. She ain't got a plan."

Mojo was given an irritated look and asked Fuzzy in a direct tone, "May I do the thinking, please?"

Fuzzy responded with a shrug and was given an expression as if he was saying, 'Sure, whatever.'

"Thank you," Mojo said. He stepped forward, cleared his throat and looked up to Bubbles who had been watching from the rooftop. He has an idea in mind, so he called up to her, "Bubbles!"

"Yes?" the blonde-haired Powerpuff responded.

"Nothing would thrill me more greatly than to hurt you," Mojo explained, trying to act innocent, "Harming a sweet little girl like you is not going to mean all that much to me, you understand?"

"Mm-hmm," Bubbles said. Something is telling her that he's lying, but she's going along with it for now.

"But since we're in a hurry," Mojo continued, "I'll propose a bargain with you. And believe me. It is reasonable. You surrender your camera to me, and we will not hurt you. In fact, we won't hurt you and your sisters. The city of Townsville will never hear from us again. Ok?"

Bubbles was not sure to trust him, but she could tell that he was playing innocent by the sound of his tone.

"You promise?" she replied.

"I cross my heart, hope to die, stick a finger in my eye," Mojo said in pretended innocent tone.

"Ok then," Bubbles said.

Now it was the blonde-haired Powerpuff Girl's turn to play innocence in the hard way. She is defiantly not going to fall for his trick. So, she took one brick from a pile of bricks that were next to her and aimed it toward one of the villains.

Mojo and Fuzzy snickered at each other, believing that Bubbles is going to fall for the monkey's trick, so later on they could ambush her. Then, Mojo turned to her and replied, "All right, Bubbles. Give it to me!"

Then, the blonde-haired Powerpuff Girl threw the brick down at them. Fuzzy, distracted with his buck tooth, heard something falling toward him. He looked up to see what it was but then, five seconds later, he was struck in the forehead by a brick with a sound of a banging bonk.

The pink creature got hit in the forehead by a brick so hard, he got very dizzy and fell on the ground on his back, holding it in pain.

"Nice shot!" Bubbles exclaimed to herself, clapping her hands.

Fuzzy's vision was all twisting and blurry.

Mojo observed his dizzy behavior for a moment and decided to give him a little test. "How many fingers am I holding up, Fuzzy?" he asked, showing him only three fingers.

Fuzzy struggled to answer due to his poor twirling eyesight. He muttered stupidly, "Mmmm mmmmm. 42?"

Mojo was puzzled at this response. He looked at his fingers with his puzzled expression and gave Fuzzy a little stare. Then, he turned back to Bubbles and replied at her in a challenging tone, "All right, brat. You want to throw bricks? Go ahead. Throw another one!"

Bubbles snickered and took another brick. She throws it at Mojo. But the monkey dodged it and it hits Fuzzy on the forehead again.

"Ow!" the pink creature replied, hitting his back on the ground. He held his head in pain as he was getting a lot dizzier.

Mojo made a glance at him and turned back to Bubbles.

"If you can't hit me better than that, girl," he told her, "You're going to lose!"

"Mojo…" Fuzzy said dizzily, "Please…" His eyes were twirling around, but he could tell that Bubbles is going to throw another one at them.

The blonde-haired Powerpuff Girl took a third brick and tossed it down at Mojo. But the evil monkey once again dodged it, letting Fuzzy get another hit in the forehead.

"Oh! Ouch!" the pink creature replied. He began whimpering as he was still dizzy painfully.

Mojo looked at him for a moment. And then, turning back to Bubbles, he replied, "You got any more?"

Bubbles made a shrug as a response.

Mojo made a quiet scoff as if he was saying, 'Yeah, that's what I thought.' He turned to Fuzzy and said to him, "Come on, Fuzzy. Get up. She doesn't have any more bricks. She ran out of them."

But he spoke too soon. Bubbles took another brick and held it up above her head.

Fuzzy, recovering a little from another brick, looked up at Bubbles on the roof and had his eyes widened. "Ha ba…" he began to mutter in gibberish.

"What?" Mojo asked.

The pink creature pointed his finger up in the air at Bubbles, trying to warn Mojo in gibberish.

"What?" the evil monkey asked with a puzzled expression.

The pink creature continued to bladder in panic gibberish, trying to warn Mojo, but the evil monkey did still not understand it.

"What?!"

Then, while he's not looking, Bubbles then threw a brick down at him.

Mojo suddenly heard a falling brick noise and turned his back. He sees it coming and dodged it. Then, the falling brick struck Fuzzy in the forehead again, leaving him even dizzier in pain with stars and birds flying around his mind. He was left with four brick marks on his forehead.

Mojo steamed with anger as he replied, "That does it! Nobody throws bricks at me and gets away with it!" He turned back to Fuzzy, giving him a kick in a leg, "Come on, Fuzzy. Get up! You go in the front. I'll go around the back."

With that, he stormed off, leaving Fuzzy on the ground.

Bubbles ran back inside to make sure that her traps are triggered.

Fuzzy who was still dizzy from getting hit in the forehead by bricks four times, was still on the ground, calling out for the evil monkey weakly, "Mojo?... Mojo?... Moojo?"

He had been lying on the ground for a while, recovering. As soon as he was little better, he began getting up from the ground. When he was on his feet, he was a little wobbly at first because he was still dizzy. He slowly approached the stairs as he wobbles. He was beginning to feel better from dizziness as he walked up the stairs.

The pink creature then approached two doors. He made a devious smile as he stood in front of it for a few seconds. He placed his hand on right door knob. When he was about to open the door, he literally yanked the knob off of the door, revealing that it was tied to a white yarn.

"Eh?" he said with a puzzled look. He began pulling the yarn out of the doorknob hole. What he did not know was that the yarn was actually connected to an electronic stapler which was hanging on the door and the staple could only be pulled by a trigger through the hole above the knob hole. The yarn was wrapped around the trigger.

When Fuzzy could no longer pull it, he tried pulling as hard as he could to get the rest of the yarn out, so he could enter the townhouse. He tried pulling himself with his foot on the door, but it didn't work. So, he turned himself around so his back was staring at the door.

As soon as he makes one final yank, the trigger was pulled and…

CLANK!

Fuzzy felt a really sharp pain in a rear end and screamed,

"YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" And then he whimpered, "Oh, momma!"

Meanwhile, Mojo had been walking down the sidewalks, muttering endlessly in anger to himself as he makes his way toward the back of the townhouse.

"That little brat will pay for what she did to me in the last fanfiction story which our writer had written two or three years ago. It's humiliating enough that I had been demeaned and humiliated in the last six seasons of the Powerpuff Girls including the movie and specials on television, especially in the endless varieties of fanfiction throughout the internet which are non-canon to the plot of our background stories! I will not become a laughingstock again! I will get rid of Bubbles once and for all!"

As he continued ranting endlessly, he made his way in the ally way, kicking the gate to the wall.

Fuzzy had been feeling a very sharp pain in the rear end as he slowly rotates himself to the door. He had a staple which was connected to the yawn on his rear end. As he rotates, the yarn was beginning to wrap around his left side which was causing another staple to shoot out of the hole. This time, the trigger was pulled, and the staple with the yarn shot at his private part.

"OH!" the pink creature replied, clutching his part with his legs. He fell to his knees, unknowingly causing another staple to shoot out as he pulled onto the yarn. This time, the staple and the yarn hit underneath his nose.

He was in so much pain, he fell on the ground on his back.

Meanwhile, Mojo had arrived at the back of the townhouse, continuing to mutter in anger to himself. As soon as he stops muttering, he looked around and noticed an open window which was too high to reach. Then, he sees a possible way to get in. In front of the window was a fire escape ladder which was also too high to reach. He made a devious grin as he chuckled evilly since he thought of an idea. If he could use the ladder to swing himself toward the open window, then he could easily get in. So, he climbed onto the crates and stood on top of the small dumpster which was sturdy enough for him to stand on.

The evil monkey positioned himself on the edge of the dumpster and stood in front of the ladder bottom, the first bar he sees. He swung his arms three times to get ready to jump. Then, he leaps into the air and successfully grabbed onto the bar. But unfortunately, as he swings forward toward the window, his hands slipped off of the bar, and he fell onto the ground on his back. He looked up with his eyes to see why he suddenly fell onto the ground.

Suddenly a small goop of green soda soap had fell onto his head as he lays underneath the bar. The evil monkey had realized that Bubbles had covered the first ladder bar with soda soap and he had his teeth clutched together in anger.

"Curse that little Powerpuff brat for tricking me again!" Mojo muttered angrily, taking the goo off of his head and tossed it aside.

Fuzzy was lying on the ground, pulling the staple off of his face. As soon as he pulls it off, he glared at it in anger, thinking angrily of Bubbles for what she had done to him. This has gone far enough. He dropped the staple and got up on his feet with a growl. He pulled the staples and the yarn off of his rear end and his private part, recovering from the painful sharp injury.

The pink creature couldn't take any more chances of being tricked again. And so, with all of his might, he punched two of the doors open. He made an evil confident grin, looking around the living room as if the coast was clear.

"Mojo!" he declared, "I've reached the top!"

As he makes his first step into the house, he began falling into a giant hole that led him to the basement.

"Whoa! AAAAAAAAAAAH!" he screamed.

BOOM!

He fell and landed roughly on his front. He was covered in dust after landing on the ground. He lifted his head up and carefully rotates his head as it was making vertebrae crackling sounds. Then, he quickly tilted his head to the right, letting out one final crack.

"Aaah," he sighed loudly in belief before fainting.

Back in the ally, Mojo slowly got up on his foot with his back still hurting from hitting the ground. He was still angry about Bubbles tricking him into leaping onto the ladder. As soon as he rose up, he began walked toward the short staircase which has the door led into the townhouse. After approaching the staircase, he kicked the wooden boards twice before picking one up and tossed it aside, so he could have enough room to walk up the stairs.

Behind the door, Bubbles was setting up a trap for Mojo. She had the yarn tied to the lock. And that yarn was over the door and was connected to a zipper of a large bag that was hanging over the evil monkey.

Mojo examined the doorknob before proceeding into the house. He patted his hand on the knob, making sure that he wouldn't get burned like last year. But this time, he didn't. He twisted the loose knob a couple of times as he chuckled evilly.

He placed his ear on the door to hear if Bubbles is there.

After hearing her running away, he replied, "You won't get away this time, little girl!"

Since the knob is loose which won't allow him to open the door, Mojo kicked it wide open, chuckling in triumph. As the door was slammed open, the yarn was caused to pull the zipper bag open, letting out a bunch of falling heavy tools. They landed on him with a loud BANG, mostly on his head and caused him to fall on the floor in pain.

Mojo lays there in pain as he groaned, "Curses..."

One wrench that was hanging briefly in the ceiling fell on his head, interrupting him with an "Uh!"

Meanwhile, down in the basement, Fuzzy wiped some of the dust off of his face. He slowly rose up from the ground since his back was hurting from the fall. As soon as he was on his feet, he bend over and swung himself up to give his back a loud crack.

He looked up at the giant hole he fell into and replied, "Wow! What a hole!"

Then, he patted himself to get some of the dust off of him. Then, before he moved on, he looked around to see if there is a way out in a renovated basement. Suddenly, he noticed a rope hanging in a distance in the ceiling. It's not too far and it seemed like the only way out. So, he decided to head there. He made a devious smile as he looked around to see if there was a clearer path to get the rope. But when he was about to make a turn, he suddenly began to lose balance on a puddle of soda soap liquid that he had not noticed in front of him. He looked like as if he was dancing around on the puddle. He managed to freeze himself for a brief period of time. But unfortunately, when he slightly moved, his arms began to swing around backwards so fast, losing his balance. Then, he was leaped into the air, landing on his back and after landing on his back, he was instantly sliding on the soap puddle toward the shelf that was filled with paint cans, screaming. After his feet hit the wall underneath the board of the shelf, the wall was shaken which instantly caused the shelf to beginning to tip over.

"Uh-oh," Fuzzy replied, having his arms shielding his face. The shelf fell on him along with a bunch of cans of multi colored paint that splattered all over him and on the floor.

Meanwhile, Mojo was still holding his head in pain as he muttered in anger, "Curse that little brat. I'll get her eventually." He quickly got up on his feet after lying on the ground with a bunch of tools that hit his head. He was feeling a little achy from all of those tools, but he recovered quickly as he shook his head a couple of times.

All it matters was that he had finally entered the house. He observed his surroundings to see anymore of Bubbles' traps in the renovated room. He looked up in the ceiling and sees a hanging lightbulb with a cord. He hesitated at first, but he pulled the cord, turning the light on, and was flinched to see if there was a trap, but there wasn't. Then, he moved forward cautiously, but not before he nearly stepped toward a nearest hole that could led him to the basement.

"Oh," the evil monkey gasped, noticing the hole right away. He carefully walked around the hole and made a relieved sigh before proceeding. Then, he noticed another hanging lightbulb with a cord in the ceiling. He looked at it carefully. He made another flinch as soon as he pulled the cord to turn the light on.

Mojo continued to walk down toward the living room hall, searching for Bubbles.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Fuzzy replied with his white painted tongue out in disgust. The poor pink creature was covered multi-colored paint that was splattered all over him. He wiped some of the white paint off of his closed eyes as he spits some of them out of his mouth. He wiped his eyes one more time before opening them. Then, he pulled himself out of the shelf that was lying on top of him. Then, he got up on his feet, standing on the puddle of the multi-colored paint by the spilled cans. He was disgusted of how he was covered in paint. He noticed a roll of paper towel above him and shoved it to his face, wiping it clean so he could see better.

As soon as he removed it, the pink creature noticed a sink near him. He tossed the roll aside and walked around it.

What he didn't know was that Bubbles was kneeling beside the AC electrical box. Since its pincers was connected to the pipes behind the sink, it is possible that the pink creature will get electrocuted from touching the faucets. The blonde-haired Powerpuff Girl turned on the box which one of the pincers caused a little spark behind the sink.

Fuzzy thought it would be good to use water to clean himself up. But when he placed his hands on the faucets, he was suddenly electrocuted, shaking massively as his body was surrounded by electrical sparks.

Just for fun, Bubbles made the heat go up by turning the knob a little higher.

As the electricity goes higher, Fuzzy's colored fur was sticking out further due to the sparks. He was screaming as he trembles in shock heavily.

(One point he was briefly turned into his furred skeleton form with his jaws dropping a couple of times.)

Then, Bubbles turned off the AC machine and flew off.

As soon as the electric box was off, Fuzzy was still trembling due to electricity with his eyes widened and his fur sticking out. He lets go of the faucets as he still shakes as if he was having a seizure. He fell on his knees before falling backwards on a floor with a yelp.

Mojo continued walking down the hall cautiously, still looking for Bubbles. He noticed a lightbulb with a cord above him. He carefully turned it on. Then, he moved on toward the bathroom. He looked around some more, checking to see if she has any more booby traps. So far, so good.

Then, when he was entering the bathroom, he tapped both sides of the entrance to see any more traps. He chuckled in triumph as he entered. He noticed another hanging lightbulb in the air.

But what he didn't know was that this lightbulb had its top cord connected to a blowtorch that was hanging above his head in the ceiling.

As soon as he pulled the cord to turn the light on, the blowtorch blows fire on top of his head. Mojo took a few simple steps in the bathroom, wondering to himself of who knows what for a moment. Then, to his horror, he noticed something in the mirror. He had fire blazing on top of his tall brain!

"Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" he replied with a gasp, "Not again!" His brain was so burning hot, he couldn't take it. He tried turning on the sink, but the faucets were loose and won't work. Then, he slowly but franticly looked for someplace to put the fire out. Then, he noticed a toilet that was filled with water.

He had a brief wide smile and performed a hand stand over the toilet. When he lowered his brain down into the toilet….

BOOM!

The whole main floor exploded in a flash of light. After the explosion, there was steaming flowing out of the windows.

In the bathroom, Mojo, still hand standing on a toilet with his hands, froze in shock and ashes. Then, he puts himself back down on the ground. As he slowly lifted his head up from the toilet, he made a very deep hateful glare with his teeth covered in ashes. His green-skinned face was covered in ashes as his helmet had a steaming hole on top, revealing his brain. He realized that the toilet water was actually a flammable liquid and he was loathing Bubbles for this.

Down in the basement, poor Fuzzy was still shaking and steaming from the electrocution he had endured. He weakly crawled around the crate area where he sees a hanging rope in a distant. He was whimpering weakly. Then, he got up on his feet, still shaking in shock. He slowly walked toward the hanging rope before him.

The pink creature approached it and looked up at the hole in the ceiling. He sees one hole each in a row on each floor up to the third floor. That must be where the rope was hanging from.

"Mojo?" he whimpered in a trembling tone. He looked at the rope carefully before placing his hand on it. He pulled it lightly. He looked up in the ceiling curiously. He tested the rope again by pulling it again. This is what he was hoping for. To make sure that the rope was tied to something solid so he could climb up to the first floor. He pulled it a couple of times again to test it again and it worked. He chuckled with two other pulls.

Feeling confident of climbing up the rope, he replied, "Mojo, I'm coming up!"

Then Fuzzy jumped up to climb on the rope, but unfortunately his feet only fell back on the floor and due to his weight, he noticed that the rope began to fall from the ceiling. He looked up and noticed that the rope was actually tied around a 100 pound bag of cement powder which was falling down fast toward his head.

"Oh, no…" the pink creature said.

Then, with the sound of the thump, the cement powder hits him in the face and caused him to fall on the ground, spreading flowing dust around him.

The bag was opened, spilling most of the powder on him. Fuzzy was laid on the ground for a moment, but then, he sat up and was now covered in powder.

He was steamed in anger as his chest was puffed up.

"I'm going to murder that Powerpuff Girl!" he sneered lowly. Before he does anymore reckless things, he suddenly sneezed due to the powder dust up in his nose, "Ah-choo!"