Well, this is the ending. The story was originally going to be just a series of oneshots, but I decided to turn it into a full fanfic. WARNING! This ending is going to be extremely gimmicky, but I just had to do something like this LOL. So PLEASE review and give me your opinion on this story as a whole, as it's my first time trying to write a story as if it was an actual episode.
The Professor stirred in his sleep and groggily opened his eyes. He was puzzled on why he was slept sitting up in his lab coat. Then he remembered the night before his girls fell asleep in his arms. But they were gone now, probably off fighting another monster. He rubbed his forehead, suffering from a throbbing headache.
Utonium always worried about his little girls. Sure, they were super heroes and built for this kind of danger, but he still held a deep affliction for their lives. Every day in his labs, he put his work aside for a bit and studied the girls' DNA. He still hasn't found out if they were truly invincible. And until he does, the creator will live in torturous anxiety. He got up with the intent on heading towards the kitchen down the hall.
As he dragged his feet across the blue shag carpet, the same thoughts that always raced throughout his mind started to stir. Do the girls even see me as a father? They very rarely refer to me as 'father' or even dad, just Professor. I knew I should've introduced myself as 'Dad!' They never even look back and say good-bye when they go off to fight crime.
A new thought entered his mind. Why do they listen to me anyway? They could easily overpower me and go off to do whatever they please. Hmmm. Either they do see me as a father, or that's just the 'perfect little girl' formula talking.
As the scientist's daily thoughts and ideas raced around his mind, he looked down the hall leading into the kitchen. It was littered with paper scraps, glue, crayons, and scissors. The man gave an agitated sigh. He suspected the girls were probably coloring, and they didn't pick up after themselves leaving the professor with the mess. Again. He marched into the kitchen towards the bulk of the mess, stepping over the tiny scarps of shredded paper. But once he arrived, he froze in the doorway.
Standing on the table three feet away from him were his three daughters. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup were already dressed. Though they were filthy nonetheless. They were sticky with glue, pieces of red and white paper stuck on different parts of their faces and in their hair, and they all showed looks of startled deer once the Professor was noticed.
But these surprised looks changed into those of happiness. They all jumped to the floor and held a giant card between them and Utonium. It was a large white sheet of construction paper with awkwardly drawn pictures of the girls floating over Utonium all smiling, obviously drawn by Bubbles. The artwork had pink and red hearts roughly cut out and pasted all around the drawing. On the very top of this picture in giant lettering, taking up half the page, said: We Love You, Daddy!
And a bright pink heart was drawn around it. As a nice touch, the Da was written in pink, the dd was blue, and the y! was green. This probably took the Powerpuff Girls hours to make. It was crudely made, but it was filled with all of the love in the world. The father figure felt a tug at his heart. His girls looked up at him, smiles filled with glee shone.
"Happy Father's Day, daddy." They said in unison with child-like innocence.
The Professor suddenly remembered it was Father's Day. He was so overcome with joy, he was unwilling to speak for fear of breaking out into tears. He held out his arms, and his girls happily jumped into them with the project in Blossom's hand.
The only words he could manage to utter was a shaking, "Oh girls..."
They all wrapped their arms around his neck and rested their heads on his shoulders, just like a normal little girl would.
"You know what girls?..." He said in a much clearer but still kind tone.
Bossman stood in front of his two friends. "...we've been through allot..."
Ace and his boys relaxed on the roof of their store, enjoying their new found luxury. "...something we could all agree on..." He said in his Brooklyn accent.
Boogey continued the speech he was giving to his fellow monsters, "...a tune we could all dance to..." His deep voice echoed off of the everlasting darkness.
Mojo Jojo prepared to get off his plane in Hong Kong continued thinking to himself, "...after everything I've been through..."
Butch tossed a frisbee into the air. As it plummeted back down toward him, he said, "...I think it's safe to say..."
Boomer sat in a tree and took another swig of Cola, "...that after all of the horrible things..."
Brick bolted through the sky, relishing the way wind freely blew through his hair. "...in the end..."
All together, the characters said, "Life's pretty good."
The End
