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An Education For Power
The RRB, thanks to Ms Keane, became smart, and had their revenge upon the PPG. Ms Keane decides that the boys needed a proper home. Chapter 14. Peace reigns in the city. An unofficial truce between the boys and girls was observed, as the girls decided to give the boys a chance. Ms Keane concocts a complicated scheme involving the Rowdyruff Boys and Mojo Jojo. What could go wrong?
Book IV
Agreement
Chapter XIV
Investigation
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135. Ms Keane's Happiness
"Have you heard?" was the first thing Brick asked as Ms Keane opened the door to her house and the three boys entered.
"Heard what?" asked Ms Keane. She was busy, and as a result, had not watched any news that day. In addition, her mind was distracted by her concern for the Powerpuff Girls. She decided to give herself a total media blackout, at least for that day. She might lose it if she was reminded of their plight, the way she lost it before the Rowdyruff Boys.
"Ah, so you haven't? I think it's best that we turn on the TV and watch the news. I think you might like it!" Boomer shouted, giddy, giggling, his big blue eyes full of anticipation.
"Yeah, Teacher! You may never know what you might find out," Butch added.
Ms Keane had an inkling of what may have happened, given her request the day before, and due to their mood. They were very happy.
They went to the basement, and she switched on the television. They waited a bit until it was time for the 'BREAKING NEWS' segment.
The first breaking news was about the monster attack and the latest heroics of the Rowdyruff Boys.
"I'm very proud of you three," she beamed, "and you three are becoming real heroes to the Townies. When you grow up, you could easily raise an army to fight for you."
The boys took in the compliment. "Thank you, Ms Keane," Brick answered.
It was the second breaking news that flabbergasted her.
"This is Stanley Whitfield. A most extraordinary thing happened! The Rowdyruff Boys, the one-time enemy of the Powerpuff Girls but who reformed and became good, forgave the girls! They asked the Mayor to grant them a pardon! Ladies and Gentlemen, that shows that the Rowdyruff Boys are the most magnanimous people in the city! They are willing to let bygones be bygones, even if the girls had grievously wronged them before. They showed that they can rise and be the better man, forgiving their enemies for the sake of the city! It is a memorable day, an historical event, where the new and old heroes reconcile, and hug."
Then there was a video of the Mayor's speech, and Brick's and finally, Blossom's acceptance and her apology. Then the hug.
And the applause of the crowd.
A big smile formed on her lips.
"And teacher, this is all for you! This is because of you," Brick reminded.
"Oh boys!" she exclaimed, looking at the three, tears of joy falling from her eyes.
"Don't be sad," Boomer said, with a worried look on his face, "we did as you asked. Those girls are free."
"No, I'm not sad. I'm happy. You three made me the happiest woman on earth!" she said, and grabbed the three, hugging them tight, before giving them a quick kiss on their cheeks. "Thank you, boys. Thank you Brick. Thank you, Boomer. Thanks Butch."
She let go. She gave short victory jump, before running upstairs. She had got to call the Professor.
She picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?"
"John! It's Sandy! I just saw the news! I'm so glad the girls are free!"
"Yes. I was there. I'm so glad. The boys, they really are turning good, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are," she replied. If he only knew! "Could I talk to the girls?"
"Sure. Though Blossom and Buttercup was still surly from the experience, not that I blame them. Blossom, Buttercup, Bubbles! It's Ms Keane! She wants to talk to you!"
"Coming Professor!" Ms Keane heard over the phone. It was Bubbles.
"Hello Ms Keane!" the blonde puff's lovely voice answered.
"Hello Bubbles. I saw what happened. Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine," the blue-eyed Powerpuff said in her bubbly happy voice. "It wasn't the first time we've been thrown in jail, and Daddy made the place so comfy. But the Rowdyruff Boys were so kind, getting the Mayor to pardon us and letting us out. Um, did we miss anything in school?"
"Well, not much, and you're excused anyway," their teacher replied.
"Hello Ms Keane!" Blossom said, having grabbed the phone from Bubbles. "Don't listen to Bubbles. The Rowdyruff Boys are not kind! They are up to something, I know it! And they have no right to forgive us, since we did not do anything wrong in the first place! Anyway, we're fine, even if our pride were a bit bruised. I promise you, Ms Keane, we will get to the bottom of this. Buttercup, I'm not yet done. Hey—"
"Hello Ms Keane!" Buttercup greeted, who had grabbed the phone. "Please don't give us additional homework for our absence. We were absent only because of those stikin' Rowdyruff Boys!"
…
After all the calls, she turned around, and saw the boys floating behind her.
She looked at them, proud. Her project had succeeded. She turned the boys into smart young lads. Smart, and good. Well, at least pretending to be good. She still had to pretend that everything they were doing was to further their world conquest plans when they grew up.
Oh well! One thing at a time. There's still twelve years until they were legally considered adults. She was sure that by the time they grew up, they will realize the folly of the goal of conquering the world.
She looked at them.
Still, she realized something.
They were not growing up normally. Not like the Powerpuff Girls.
The Powerpuff Girls at least had a parent, Professor Utonium, who at least could guarantee a loving home for the girls to grow up in.
The boys had nobody. Not Mojo Jojo. Not Him. And certainly not herself. Though she would admit that she was rather attached to them, and even loved them as she would her own children, she was not their parent.
They needed a proper home. They need to have a proper childhood. It's not just learning and academics that was important. But also love, affection, and being able to act like a child while they could.
An idea germinated in her head. And she smiled. She knew what to do.
136. Him Diddle Dee
It was June 6, 2005, Monday…
Blossom sighed as she looked at her sisters. Ever since they were released from jail, and that infamous 'hug' with her sworn enemies, life…
Life had mostly returned to normal for the Powerpuff Girls, to her surprise. Nothing actually changed, save for the knowledge that they were not the sole heroes of Townsville. The fact that the Rowdyruff Boys became "heroes" only meant that there was a division of labor. It was not agreed upon, but it was a silent modus vivendi between the two. The Rowdyruff Boys seemingly knew when monsters would attack. As was explained by an onlooker, they usually hung around the beach during mornings, so they could see a monster emerge earlier than anyone.
And the boys would attack the monster at the beach, before it could even reach the buildings. It happened so regularly that the Mayor always asked, "Are the boys taking care of it?" when someone reports to him that a monster was attacking the city. And always, the answer was, "Yes, Mayor."
And the girls were left with dealing with the ordinary criminals and sometimes, the villains too. The police had their network which always contacted the Mayor first, who then contacted the girls. The boys, she surmised, had no way of knowing when a crime was happening because they had no hotline, so the girls were left with the problem of the petty crooks.
As for villain attacks, the boys only came to save the day when they chanced upon an actual attack. And the boys always avoided the girls, and would not attack a villain when the girls were taking care of it. And she noted that the boys avoided doing heroic stuff when it was Mojo Jojo who attacked, or HIM.
Blossom suspected that either of those two villains were behind them.
And so, there was a de facto separation of duties. Which angered Buttercup. She wanted to fight monsters as it were the only real fights she had—the villains were pathetic and the crooks were not even worth mentioning.
As for the town, their affection towards the Powerpuff Girls returned as if nothing had happened. Only now, it was shared between the two sets of superpowered kids.
…
"Buttercup, Bubbles, you know we planned it for this day," Blossom argued. They were in their room, early in the morning. "Let's get it over with."
"But is this really necessary? I mean, does it really matter?" Bubbles asked, a bit puzzled, her big baby blue eyes showing incomprehension.
"Yes, it does," said Blossom. "We all know that some evil villain is behind the boys. So, we have to know who that villain is, and what are they really planning!"
"We do not know that, Red," Buttercup snapped. "Why do you think there's someone behind them?"
"Because it's the only explanation that makes sense," the leader explained. "Unless they actually planned it themselves, and we know they cannot plan very well."
"I really don't think they're planning something evil at all!" Bubbles argued. "It's been nearly a month since we've been freed from jail, and nothing's happened. Nothing evil. Only good things. They are actually helping us fight evil!"
"They set us up!" Buttercup argued.
"Yeah, but only that. After that, they're well behaved," the blonde retorted.
"True. But whoever was behind them is playing a patient and long game. That's why we must discover whoever it is that's behind them. And I've narrowed it down to two!"
"You did?" Bubbles asked.
"Who?" Buttercup, her green eyes curious, demanded.
"Mojo Jojo, or HIM."
"Why them?" asked the blonde.
"Because, ever since we got freed from jail, they also fought against villains, right? It depends if they learn about the attacks before we do. And guess what?"
Both sisters stared at her with blank expressions.
"They never ever fought against Mojo or HIM. Of course, Mojo created them, and Him brought them back to life."
"Wait," Bubbles answered, thinking. "You're right! Both HIM and Mojo attacked a couple of times, and…"
"The boys never even tried to confront them!" Buttercup finished.
"Unlike with Fuzzy or Princess Morebucks!" Bubbles agreed.
"Let's go the lair of the evilest of evil!" the redhead proclaimed.
…
"And squat...and up. Okay, legs up, two, three...arms out...and reach..."
HIM squatted, and stood up, and fell on his back, and put his legs up. He, the evilest of evil, the cruelest of cruel, was entertaining himself by doing some exercises in front of his television. He was dressed in a zip-up sweatshirt, gym shorts, and leg warmers.
This lair of HIM was located underground, at the edge of Townsville. It was like an ordinary room, but with pink to red walls. There was a connection to Hell, but the creature known as HIM preferred to stay in this part of Townsville because it was close enough to the surface to be able to catch television signals. He had become, in the last few years, quite fond of exercise programs on TV. It gave him something to do between his attempts to torment the Powerpuff Girls.
The Powerpuff Girls were his favorite source of entertainment. He was thinking of new ways to annoy them, to play with them, to make them pay for beating him up. He made a few half-hearted attempts on the past few months. But like all his attempts, it ended in failure.
There was a crash in his ceiling. No matter. It would be repaired by a wave of his lobster-like claws. As he was bored, he didn't mind his home being invaded by his favorite source of entertainment.
"Oh! Hello Girls!" he greeted in his high pitch feminine voice. "What brings you here?"
"The jig is up, HIM!" Buttercup shouted, pointing her hand at the devilish creature.
"Yeah! We know you're in league with the Rowdyruff boys! You planned the entire thing, to trick us so we would get the blame and get us jailed!" Blossom accused. "And it worked too! C'mon! Admit it! You are the only one evil enough to think of such a plan!"
"Oh, you flatter me!" HIM said in his high-pitched voice, "And how the boys' beat you up and blamed you for it! I really am jealous! I wish I had thought of that plan! That was simply brilliant!"
"Ha, you admit it!" Buttercup shouted. "Now I'm—"
"Wait, you wish you had thought of that?" Blossom interrupted. "You mean to say you had not thought of that plan?"
"Oh, I wish I did!" the lobster-like creature exclaimed. "That was so evil! And they got all of the people into believing them, without using any magic, like I would have! That's impressive!"
"But you did think of it!" Buttercup charged.
"Oh, I wish so, but no, I cannot take credit for that. I had nothing to do with the boys ever since they ran away from me all those months ago," he said as he lay on his back and stretched his legs and made movements with it like he was riding a bicycle. "Ungrateful little wretches! Me and Mojo were arguing who would be the best parent, when they shouted that they don't care, that their only goal was your destruction. It actually made me cry! Though they hadn't done a good job, as you're still alive. But what can you do?"
"So, you had nothing to do with whatever plans they were doing or had done last month?" asked Bubbles.
"Sadly, no. You all know my plans, dears, and they all failed, and you made me pay for it!" he said, laughing in his high-pitched voice.
"Um, well, thank you for your information," the leader concluded. "Don't do anything evil. And bye."
"Bye girls!" the high-pitched villain answered, waving his lobster-like hands at them as they flew out from the same hole they came from. He had a huge smile on his face.
If only the Powerpuff Girls knew the truth. If only they knew that it was their beloved teacher Sandy Keane who was actually behind the Rowdyruff Boys?
He was tempted several times to tell them all, but he decided to let them find out on their own. Their reactions when they do find out would be so entertaining! It would give them more torment and sadness than anything he, the ruler of evil, the cruelest of cruel, could conjure up.
137. Monkey See, Monkey Do
"It's obviously not HIM," Blossom said. "He didn't take credit for what the boys did."
"Yeah. If it was HIM, he would be bragging to us and laughing at us in that creepy voice of his!" Buttercup concurred.
"And HIM isn't one to stay in the shadows all the way," Bubbles agreed. "Only at the start, but he would reveal himself sooner or later. And he hasn't."
"HIM could change his methods, but we don't know that. We'll check Mojo. If it's not HIM, then it's the creator of the Rowdyruff Boys," the leader determined.
…
Mojo Jojo was holding a tweezer, delicately arranging a piece of splinter on a ship inside a bottle. He was wearing a red robe, and big black rimmed glasses to aid his eyes in his delicate work.
"Careful, careful, be cautious, don't be reckless, be prudent, sensible, judicious! That's it!"
He put the final piece, and it was done!
Finally, the model of Ferdinand Magellan's Victoria, the first ship to go around the world, was complete! "Ah, my masterpiece is finished! Aren't you proud, my captain?"
He looked at a portrait his father, a painting of a grizzled, white-bearded chimpanzee in a naval uniform. He has one hand tucked inside the front of his jacket after the habit of Napoleon and smoked a pipe. A small plaque beneath the picture reads "1901-1998". Oars, a coil of rope, and an anchor were mounted on the walls to either side.
He was satisfied. He looked at his father, his only family…
Family. It was true that his dead father wasn't his only family, but the others may not exist as far was he was concerned. The Professor was his second father, since without him he wouldn't be the brilliant scientist that he was, or even be in Townsville for that matter! But he was rejected and thrown out in favor of those accursed Powerpuff Girls! Those meddling kids with superpowers!
Speaking of meddling kids with superpowers, he had sons with superpowers. Kids of whom he was very proud of, of whom he had not rejected at all.
The Rowdyruff Boys!
But those ungrateful boys rejected him. Him, their creator, their father! After the custody battle with HIM, he had not seen them at all, except on TV. It was true, he missed them, but what can he do if they don't want him?
What was he thinking? It was useless to dwell on what was and can never be again. He should focus on the now and the present!
He had just escaped from prison after being busted by the Powerpuff Girls.
Again.
So he would enjoy a few days of peace before coming with another plan to take over the city.
And he would fail.
Again.
But this time, he would succeed! Because he would study his mistakes!
There was the sound of a someone entering through the opening in the volcano top observatory for the giant telescope.
He turned around. And there they were! His nemeses.
"Oh Hello, girls! Greetings! Good morning! What a fine day! Which is fine because of the clear blue sky. And the sun. Which is not hidden. Which is to say it could be seen. And is shining. And thus, it is clear. And the sky is blue. Because there are no clouds. And there are no clouds because the day is fine. And thus, it is not gloomy. And not a gloomy day. So it's a fine day. Good morning. But I cannot enjoy the outdoors, because I am busy."
"Cut the crap, Mojo!" Buttercup shouted.
"Yeah, we know what you are up to!" Blossom added.
"So, you know I'm constructing a model ship? On a bottle? Which is a ship in a bottle. An impossible task, or so it would seem. How does a ship fit inside a bottle? But it is not impossible! Not with an intellect like mine! And an intellect mine is special. Which means it is not ordinary. It is extraordinary. And an extraordinary mind like me can put a ship inside a bottle!"
"I mean you are plotting something evil!" Bubbles charged.
"Maybe. But I haven't started yet. I am yet to commence making evil plans. Because my last plans have just finished. And it did not finish successfully. Meaning that it failed. It failed because it did not succeed. So now, I am thinking of making a new plan. But I haven't yet come up with one. So, I am not planning any evil, which is to say that any evil plan would not be planned. Today."
"Right. But you and the Rowdyruff Boys are planning something evil!" the leader of the Powerpuff Girls charged.
"I would, if those boys are still evil and loyal. Which is to say that I created those boys as my sons, to assist me in evil plans, and stay loyal. And if they stayed loyal, we would be planning evil. And we would be impossible to stop."
"Ha! So, you admit it!" Buttercup retorted.
"Quiet! Hush! Be silent! I am not finished. If they stayed loyal. Which they did not!" he ranted. "Would it be too much for them to go home, to their creator? To go home to the one who made their existence possible? To show gratitude? But what do they do instead? Instead of being good little sons, they ran away and never even showed gratitude to the one who made their existence possible! Their father! And what do they do instead of doing what I made them for, to destroy you little brats? What do those little brats do instead? Ran away and save the day! They became heroes! Oh, that is disgusting! Where did I go wrong? I'm beginning to think those boys were the biggest mistakes I ever did!"
"That's right, Mojo, I know you—wait? What do you mean? You aren't in league with the boys?" Buttercup demanded of the monkey.
"I wish. But sadly, that's impossible seeing as the boys turned traitor by joining the forces of good, by saving the day by beating up monsters! The only good those good for nothing sons of mine did was to beat you up! And they didn't even complete the job by not finishing you off!" he ranted.
"Um, you mean, you aren't behind them all this time?" Blossom asked. "You aren't plotting with the Rowdyruff Boys to take over the world?"
"No. Look at me! Do you think I would be this pathetic if I were? You'd be gone, finished, vanished! We would have ruled this earth if that is the case, but nooooo!" he said grumpily.
"Why, thank you Mojo," Blossom said. "But behave!"
"Of course! Next time, I will not place cannons of the ship inside a bottle. Happy?" he sarcastically replied.
The three girls glared at him, before flying off.
"Curse you, Powerpuff Girls!" he shouted for good measure as they disappeared from view.
138. The Letter to Mojo Jojo
Later…
"Now what, Red?" Buttercup demanded. "It ain't Mojo. It ain't HIM."
"That does throw a wrench in my assumptions. But it's possible they could be lying," Blossom argued.
"But until we could prove they did, then they are in the clear," Bubbles finished.
"You're right, Bubbles. Innocent until proven guilty," the leader conceded.
"So that means those two are not behind the boys, and so, what does that prove about the boys?" asked Bubbles smugly.
"Well, the boys really turned good?" Blossom asked, a bit uncertain. "I would like to believe that. But if that is so, why did they lie to us? Why did they set us up, beat us up then forced us to apologise for it? That isn't anything good."
"It isn't. And I have a perfect explanation," Bubbles said, as if she was in a eureka moment.
"What?"
"The boys don't like us. It's like a prank," she declared. "They turned good, but that doesn't mean they would love us or even like us."
Blossom looked at Bubbles, but conceded that her baby sister may be on to something. "I guess you are right. That does seem to be the only rational explanation. I mean, if they were really evil, they would leave us to rot in jail, or they would have killed us, and would already have taken over Townsville."
"But they did not!" Bubbles smugly declared.
"So, what do we do?" asked Buttercup, not liking where the conversation was headed.
"Well, we try to make friends with the boys. They still don't like us. If they do, maybe they won't try to beat us up and try to embarrass us again?" Bubbles suggested.
"No way! Not to those dumb boys!" Buttercup shouted.
"Yes, Buttercup is right. They may not be totally evil, but they're still rotten to the core, and big jerks!" Blossom agreed.
"Yeah, and if they want to beat us up, let them try! We'll be ready for them, and we'll be the one who beats them up next time!" Buttercup declared.
"Besides, we're not 100% sure the boys are not up to something, or that somebody else is behind them. We'll do nothing, for now, but if we find proof, we'll act," Blossom declared. "Let them fight monsters and some of the villains if they want. Less work for us. We can relax and have time for fun with the Professor."
"What? Leave the real fights to those dumb stupid boys?" Buttercup shouted. "While we take care of the scum of the streets?"
"Why not? That's what's happening anyway," the leader asserted. "Unless we can talk with them to divide responsibilities. But since they have disappeared, with no way to contact them, what can we do?"
"Oh boy! I'm so glad that is over! We can finally have some peace!" Bubbles happily agreed. "I mean, I knew they weren't faking the moment the Professor said they were not evil anymore and they freed us. I'm so glad you finally agreed with me."
"You just think that because you have a big crush on that blond boy!" Buttercup teased.
Bubbles blushed. "And so what?" she yelled. "He's cute!"
"Enough already," Blossom interrupted. "Let's think rationally. We'll give them a chance. If they don't do anything bad, we can make an agreement with them. We can end this feud of the Rowdyruffs and Powerpuffs. But until then, we'll keep our guard. We'll monitor them."
"But they beat us up and made us apologise for it!" Buttercup sputtered. "We can't let them get away with that!"
"Sadly Buttercup, they did get away with it," said Blossom. "Let's drop that dead horse. Harping on it won't do any good. Maybe we'll pay them back, but not until this is settled. We need to know whether they are really good or not. If they are not, then we'll beat them to the ground. If they are good, we'll think of something to get them back. In a harmless way, of course."
"Okay fine. I just hope they don't become good. I want to pound them to dust!" the green puff asserted.
"Yes!" Bubbles shouted. "We're gonna get new allies! We're gonna make some new friends!"
Blossom sighed. "Bubbles, even if they turned out to be sincere, we can never be friends with the Rowdyruff Boys. They hate us. And we hate them too."
"I don't hate them," Bubbles asserted.
"Well, Buttercup and I do," Blossom retorted, "especially after the trick they pulled on us. It doesn't mean that our suspicion of them is gone. What it means is that they are on probation. If they are in their good behavior, and don't do things like plot with Mojo to take over the world, then I would admit that they really turned a new leaf."
Meanwhile…
"Stupid Powerpuff Girls!" the genius of a chimpanzee Mojo Jojo mumbled as he walked out of his volcano top laboratory. He went to his mailbox and withdrew a couple of envelops. He began scanning them as he walked up, back to his lair.
"Electric bill. Water bill. Cable bill. I wonder why I keep that? There's nothing good anyway! 1,000 channels, and nothing good to watch! Let's see. Telephone bill. Letter from Ms Keane. Junk mail. Junk mail. Internet bill."
Wait!
Letter from Ms Keane? Who was Ms Keane?
He tried wracking his brain. He was familiar with the name.
Of course! She was the teacher of the Rowdyruff Boys. But what does she want?
He hurried, tossed the other letters on a desk as soon as he arrived at his laboratory, and opened the letter.
Dear Mojo Jojo,
Hello. I am Ms Sandra Keane. If you want to discuss the future of your sons, please contact me as soon as possible. My number is in the phone book.
Burn this letter.
Sandy Keane.
What does she mean? Does she mean the Rowdyruff Boys? They were the only 'sons' he had.
Should he call her? What if this was a trap? Then he dismissed it. The idea of the beloved teacher of the Powerpuff Girls trapping him was ludicrous. But should he? Did he care enough for his sons to take her up on the offer.
After all, they were traitors. They turned their back on him. Why should he care?
Yet, he did.
He yearned for them.
It was made clear during Father's Day the previous year. He fought tooth and nail to have custody over the boys. Against that demented villain, HIM. Even if the boys did not choose him, he was glad they did not choose HIM. He shuddered to think what would happen to his precious Rowdyruffs if they were committed to the "care" of that demon!
He went to his phone, looked at the phonebook, found her number, and dialed it.
"Hello? This is Sandy Keane. How may I help you?"
"I received your letter. This is Mojo Jojo. The genius to whom you sent your letter. That I have read. Which is why I am calling. To know why. So, I can find out."
"Very well. You know what happened in the past few weeks. Meet me in my house tomorrow morning, and we can discuss things privately. Tell no one, and make sure no one sees you."
"Why all this secrecy? Why all the hush? Is it delicate? Is it sensitive? Why is it there a need for secrecy?"
"Just do it, okay?"
"Okay. I will keep quiet. I will keep it a secret."
139. The Meeting of the Teacher and the Genius
The next day, June 7, 2005, Tuesday…
It was eight in the morning.
Ms Keane was nervous. Did she make the right decision?
This was perhaps the biggest gamble she'd taken during her entire life. Even bigger than the gamble that she could turn the Rowdyruff Boys good.
Why did she do this?
It was really simple. She wanted the boys to grow up normally. With a normal family. And since Mojo Jojo was the only real family they had, he would have to do. Yet it risked everything she was working towards. What if they became, or rather remained, evil because of Mojo?
But she had a plan. It was a high-risk gamble, but it was worth it.
She loved the Rowdyruff Boys too much to deny them this chance.
It was only fair for them that they get to experience paternal love.
She heard a knock.
She opened the door.
It was Mojo.
"Come in!" she said.
He entered, and closed the door behind her. She almost didn't recognize him.
He was wearing a brown trench coat and an oversized fedora hat, hiding his oversized brain. He really looked ridiculous, although Ms Keane had to admit that it was effective in concealing his identity.
"I am here. I have arrived. I came as you bade me. What is it that you want to discuss and talk about? Why am I here?"
"Let us first agree that whatever is discussed here will remain here," she began.
"It is agreed. This is a secret meeting. Classified. And should remain inside these four walls."
"Tea? Or Coffee?" she offered.
"It's morning, and I'm a bit sleepy, so I need something to give me energy, and by that, I mean a hot drink that will quicken your blood. And that hot drink to quicken the blood would be coffee. With sugar and cream."
She directed him to sit on the couch. She went to the kitchen, and returned with a cup of hot coffee.
He took it, and sipped. "Ah, your coffee is divine!" he said, savoring the taste. "Not like the stuff the groceries sell. How could they call those things 'coffee?' It is intolerable! And seeping your delightful brew, the things the grocery calls coffee is an utter abomination! How can they sell those things? I insist that you tell me where you get this coffee."
"Thank you. I got my coffee from my parents. They have a special brew. So, how's life?"
"I just got defeated by those accursed Powepuff Girls, and I haven't formulated a new plan," he said. "How about you?"
"Things happened," she said enigmatically. "Let's begin, shall we?"
"Yes, we should. Let's talk business. Let's start and be serious. No more small talk."
"It's about the Rowdyruff Boys."
He stopped his drinking and looked at the teacher. "Go on."
"I am teaching, or rather, tutoring them in my home," she began. "I am teaching them math, English, History, Science and other subjects. But, I need your help."
He had a dumbfounded look on his face when he heard it, his eyes wide, staring at her. "How could I help?" he finally said when he could speak.
"I am a very knowledgeable teacher, and I know a lot of things, especially those needed by a kindergarten or an elementary teacher. However, I am running out of things to teach them on certain subjects."
"Those subjects being?"
"Math and Science. I am not a scientific genius like you or John Utonium. So, I think it's better if someone who is should take over those subjects."
"Obviously, only someone like me could them teach science and math," the evil genius gloated.
"Right. So, would you then?"
"Maybe. But answer me this question. Are you the reason why they are turning good all of a sudden?" Mojo Jojo demanded.
"Oh, they are not good. They don't think themselves as good," she began.
"What? How can that be? They are saving the day from the monsters, and they saved the Powerpuff Girls from being jailed!" he accused.
"It is true, I am the reason they are doing good things, but they are far from good persons."
"What do you mean? How can that be?"
"I'll tell you later. For now, do you accept the offer?"
"What do I get? How much would I get paid?"
"You get paid nothing. You get the privilege of teaching the future Emperor of the World and his Prime Minister and General."
"What?" asked Mojo, mystified by her words.
"Do you accept, or no?"
"Fine, I'll accept, as long as you give me a regular supply of that coffee," he mumbled without hesitation. "I cannot leave the education of my sons on your hands alone. What do you mean future Emperor of the World?"
"I'll explain later," she said. She was happy. Her hunch was correct. It seemed that Mojo Jojo still cared for his sons. After all, why would he agree to teach them for free? "And it's a deal on the coffee. Let me brief you on where we are in science and math."
"Before that, tell me, how?" he asked in an uncharacteristic succinct question.
"How what?" she asked innocently.
"Don't play games, with me, Teacher of the Powerpuff Girls! I created the boys to be evil! So how could you persuade them to renounce evil? How did you persuade them to be good? How did you persuade them to save the city? They should be terrorizing the city, you know! And making the Powerpuff Girls pay!"
"Let's see. They did not renounce evil. They did not decide to be good. They saved the city as part of their plan to conquer the world. And they did make the Powerpuff Girls pay. Any other questions?"
"What?"
"I'll explain later. But first, I need to brief you where we are in science and in Math, so you can prepare your lessons. Is Monday fine? About four in the afternoon?"
"Yes, that time would be ideal."
"Excellent!"
…
The next Monday, June 13, 2005...
It was about four in the afternoon.
Mojo Jojo grumbled. Just why did he accept teaching for free? Why? He did not even hesitate! He was evil! He doesn't do things for charity! That would be unthinkable!
Yet he knew why.
He wanted to see his three sons that badly. And he wanted to raise them, or if he cannot, he wanted to impart his knowledge.
He wondered how his children fared under Ms Keane's care. He wanted to know how and why they turned out the way they were. Good. But Sandy Keane told him that they were saving city as part of their plan to conquer the world. Surely, that was nonsense. He knew how to conquer the world, and it was not by being a goody two-shoes. Sure, he failed most of the time, but that wasn't the point!
He knocked.
There was no answer.
He wondered whether she was home.
He saw the doorbell.
He rang it.
He waited.
The door opened.
"Mojo! I'm sorry, I was in the basement. Class has already started. Come, come, I'm going to introduce you."
He entered without saying a word, removed his trench coat and hat, revealing he was wearing a blue suit and black tie.
She led him to the top of the basement. "Look, stay here. Wait until I say, 'And here's your new science teacher!' then come down and introduce yourself."
"Understood."
Sandy Keane went downstairs, her footsteps loud on the wooden staircase.
"Okay class, we're finished with English. It's time for science!"
There was a cheer, and two groans.
"But, I think it's better if someone else teach you science!" she suggested. "And here is your new science teacher."
What was he supposed to do again?
"I said, here is your new science teacher!" she said in a much louder voice.
Oh, that was his cue.
140. Family Reunion
He went down the stairs, and into the basement converted into a classroom for three.
There was a deafening silence as he stared at the three boys, and they stared at him.
How they changed! They were a little bigger, if only an inch taller, but that was expected since it was nearly a year since he last saw them in person. Their clothes were the same style and color, yet clean, neat, and new. Their hair, with the exception of Brick's long hair, was the same as when they were first resurrected. Their big eyes were the same. Blood red, dark blue, dark green, yet there was something different. Those eyes were intelligent, brilliant, and evil.
They were not the ragamuffins that they were when he last saw them! Truly, Teacher Keane had wrought miracles!
He suddenly felt some pain on his stomach, and he doubled over. There was a fist buried in his tummy. It was Butch.
Typical.
"Boys!" she gasped.
"Don't worry, Teacher! He's a villain! He escaped from jail. And I'm sure he's not pardoned," Brick said, in an accent and tone that was different from when he last saw him. He spoke English better.
"Ain't nuttin' they can do!" the leader continued.
And he reverted to his old speaking habits.
"Yeah! We're gonna save you from Pops!" Boomer added as he flew defensively in front of Teacher.
"Take that for attacking our Teacher!" Butch finished, and he kicked him.
"STOP IT! HE'S THE NEW TEACHER IN SCIENCE AND MATH!" she shouted, and three boys stopped. "Boys, apologize to him."
"But Teacher—" Brick began.
"He's not attacking me. Now apologize!" she ordered.
The leader bowed. "We're sorry, Pops."
"Yeah, Pops. We thought you're attacking Ms Keane," Boomer added.
"And we never imagined you'd be our new science teacher," Butch apologized.
None sounded sincere.
Mojo Jojo was used to being beat up by superpowered children, so he stood up, and dusted himself. He should never have agreed to it. He looked at the three boys.
Suddenly, he went over and hugged them. "My boys! I missed you so much! How you've grown! And you look so smart!"
The three easily pried themselves out of his grip, but afraid of her reaction, kept quiet.
"Now, go back to your seats," she ordered, and the three obeyed.
Mojo was amazed. How was she able to get them to follow her orders, just like that?
"Mojo Jojo is your new science and math teacher. I have taught you all that I know in those two subjects, and Mojo here will take over. Given the secrecy of our arrangements, he's the best choice. Now, introduce yourselves."
"Do we have to? Our full names?" Brick asked, his red eyes pleading.
"Yes, your full names."
"I'll go first. I am the Duke of Destruction, Boomer David Jojo!" the blond proclaimed.
What? They took his name as their surname?
"And I am the Baron of Berserk, Butch Bryan Jojo!" the green-eyed ruff announced.
"And I am the greatest! I am the future Emperor! I am the Master Masher! The King of Crushing! I am Brick Kenneth Charles Jojo, the Bludgeoner!"
"You took my name?" Mojo asked, stupefied. "As your second name? Your surname? Your name that you will pass to your children and will live through the generations?"
"You're our father, Pops! Of course, we will!" Brick said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"That was the most touching thing!" he said, tears falling from his eyes. They recognized him as their father, despite everything!
"Mojo, could you introduce yourself?"
"Oh yes. I am the one, the only, single solitary doer of dastardly deeds! Purveyor of pestilence and deliverer of lawlessness! Menace to mankind! I am bad! I am evil! I am Mojo Jojo!" he began. "That is who I am to you. As I am your father, your sire, your creator, that is to say the one responsible for you existing in this world, which is to say that without me, you are not here, and you would not be here if it were not for me!"
"Get on with it!" Butch shouted.
"Silence! I am not yet done. But enough of my personal relations to you. For I am here not for those personal reasons. No, not for reasons that are personal, that is to say, things related to my personal life, but reasons that are professional, which is by definition, about things about work, which is why I am here, for professional reasons relating to work!
"I am your instructor, and the person who will be teaching you from this point forward. That is to say, that as you are here representing the students of the class, I am here, representing the teacher of the class, and as it is my job to teach, it is your job to learn. And learning, gain more intelligence that you currently have.
"Specifically, I am your instructor for the subjects of Science, that is to say, a subject to deal with a systematic enterprise that builds and organizes knowledge in the form of testable explanations and predictions about the universe, but more specifically, that of the natural sciences, which is concerned with the description, prediction, and understanding of natural phenomena, based on observational and empirical evidence.
"I also am an instructor for Mathematics, which deals with numbers, and how to count, and how to compute, which is obviously very important to your lives and thus, you would learn how to count and to compute better, than before I started to teach you!"
He stopped when he noticed that his students were not listening. Brick was pretending to listen, but his eyes indicated that he was in another place. Boomer was drawing, while Butch was plain sleeping.
"Thank you, Mr Mojo for that introduction," Ms Keane said, taking advantage of his pause.
"But I am not finished with my introduction—" he complained. "I am not yet finished telling them that I am their science and Math teacher!"
"Oh, I think that is enough," she said. "Now, class, pay attention!"
The three boys snapped in attention, their eyes on her.
"He will be your math and science teacher. You will treat him as you treat me, when I am teaching. You will respect him, and you will obey him as a student obeys a teacher. I will remain here to observe you, and any disrespect would be dealt with in the usual way, understood?" she ordered.
"Understood, Teacher!" the three boys said in unison.
141. The Proposal
Later…
There was a break during the teaching. The boys were eating snacks in the basement, while Ms Keane and Mojo were talking in the living room.
"So, how did you do it? And by that, I mean, how did you end up with them as your students? They are powerful! If they do not want to become students, they will not become students. Yet they did become students. Which meant they wanted to be your students," he asked.
"That is true. They approached me, and asked me to teach them. And I agreed."
"Why?"
"Because I felt sorry for them. They were dirty, and were ignorant," she said. "I want them to become smart."
"No, I meant why did they ask you to teach them?"
"They wanted to be smart to defeat the Powerpuff Girls in battle."
"And they achieved it using ingenious tactics. I watched it on TV by pressing a button on a remote control and going to the news channel. And those tactics were the cause of their victory, which is to say, it is not purely on their strength and power to which they were nearly equal to the Powerpuff Girls, but to the use of their minds to deduce the correct application of such strength and power to the achievement of their aim, which is to defeat the Powerpuff Girls. Congratulations. You did make them smart, which they are not before they became your students."
"They are one my proudest achievements."
"Listen. I want to take them in. They are my sons, after all, and I demand that I be given custody over them! Inasmuch as you have custody over them. Which even though you did a good job, I admit, since they did become smart and polite, which every boy must learn, if he would not become a boor and an ignorant waif, still, you are no relation to them. And I am still their father, and I consider them my sons, and they consider me my father, as they called me Pops, which is another term for father, and they took my name as my family name, clearly a recognition that I am their sire, their father, their creator!"
"Oh, I do not have custody over them. You should ask them instead," she said.
"You do not have custody over them? You do not have parental authority over them? But they obey you! They follow your instructions! And they are afraid of not doing what you say! Which meant that you have authority, and that authority is parental! I am supposed to have parental authority, yet even when I had it, back when I first created them, they never respected me or obeyed me as they respect and obey you.
"My authority is that of teacher. As far as parental authority, how can I? I am not their mother. No, it's their choice. Ask them."
"But how can I ask them? They do not respect me!"
"That's for you to decide," she answered, her blue eyes looking at him as he was deep in thought.
"Very well. But tell me this. Are they good or are they not? Their deeds tell me they are good, but their eyes tell me they are still evil, that they are bad, that they are not good, that is to say, they are doing good, but are still evil. And what is this business of being Emperor and ruling the world?"
"They are still thinking of themselves as evil. They were created with the goal of destroying the Powerpuff Girls, right? Ask yourself, why wasn't the girls destroyed yet?"
"They became good."
"No. They changed goals. Do you know what is their new goal?"
"I admit I am stumped, puzzled, mystified, and baffled, and that is to say, I have no idea, as their actions would tell one thing, but their words tell another. So, I am flummoxed."
"They wanted to conquer the world."
"But…. They are not doing anything to conquer the world!"
"They are preparing for it. For you see, I told them that the best way to conquer the world is to be smart and intelligent, and then, to gain as many followers as possible, because whoever tried to conquer the world by himself? All had armies, and followers! But they cannot gain followers if they are uneducated boors."
Mojo was speechless.
"And they cannot rule the world and gain followers if they are kids. So, they will not try to actually conquer the world until they are adults. In the meantime, they will prepare. They will gain knowledge. And they will gain followers. How will they gain followers?"
"By becoming popular? A darling to the people? Someone who people likes? Become a hero."
"Exactly. They will pretend to be good in the preparation, act like a hero to gain a reputation and followers, so that when it is time, people will flock to their banners, people who would willingly serve them and want your children to become rulers of the world, who would die for them, and their cause."
"So, all this was part of a plot to conquer the world when they grow up?"
"Yes."
"That is the most ingenious plan I've ever heard! Better, I admit, than any plans I have made!" he said. "I want to be part of it!"
"So, you want to take custody of your children?"
"Yes."
"But I cannot force them. You must talk to them."
"I cannot. But if you help me, perhaps nudge them in the proper direction?"
"Maybe. If I do that. But I have my conditions."
"What is it?"
"Give them a proper home."
"What?"
"Listen. The boys are growing up. Academically, they are going to be fine. They have the manners and social skills to navigate their way. But they are not growing up properly. They are not playing like ordinary six-year-olds. They do not have friends their age. Where are their toys? They need love and affection that only a parent could give them. Someone to guide them day-to-day, to punish them when they do wrong, to reward them when they do right, always with love and affection. I want them to grow up as well-adjusted human beings. I do not want to be under the rule of emotionally stunted men, right?"
"I see what you mean. Agreed."
"And you will stop crime."
"What?"
"Yes. If you want my help, while they were growing up, you must lead an upright, law-abiding life. I cannot have them grow up under an active criminal, can I?"
"Are you asking me to turn good? I cannot do that! That would be against my very being!"
"No, I am not asking you to be good. I am asking you to pretend to be good!" she said, "like the boys are doing. But you are, in reality, helping them prepare for ruling the world. If you do that, they will honor you."
"But how could I sustain myself without stealing?"
"Patent some of your inventions. You'd rake it in, since nobody could invent the things you invent. You'd be the new Steve Jobs or Bill Gates, and just like them, you'd be filthy rich."
"But I am a wanted criminal!"
"The Mayor could pardon you. It could easily be arranged."
142. Reflections
Mojo Jojo was deep in thought. Who was this Ms Keane, demanding that he refrain from doing evil? Look at his boys! They still think they were evil, and they would conquer the world when they were older, but in reality, Ms Keane was making them soft! Making sure that they would not try to conquer the world when they grow up! She was making them into goody two-shoes without them even realizing it! And she would succeed because there would be under her complete influence, with nobody to set them right and to make sure they continue on the evil path!
Nobody to set them right.
Unless…
He could set them right. He could make sure that they stayed on the path to world domination. He could make sure that they will never lose sight of their end goal. He would also coach them on how to take over the world with their new army and followers, and how to win friends and influence people.
He will make sure that they will never forget their new goal, their new destiny. And that the pretense of being good would remain that—merely a pretense.
But what about the Powerpuff Girls? Does that mean he had to give up that goal of destroying them?
Bah! Who was he kidding? In his current path, he was no nearer to his goal of destroying the girls.
But when it's time, the Powerpuff Girls would oppose the Rowdyruff Boys in conquering the world. And the boys would defeat the girls in battle, and this time, the boys would not let the girls go since it would interfere in their world domination plans.
It practically writes itself! The Powerpuff Girls would be doomed. In twelve or fifteen years, perhaps, but doomed nonetheless! Unless the Girls allow the boys to take over the world, but that would never happen, seeing as the girls were too good to let that happen.
He would have his revenge on the Powerpuff Girls! Delayed perhaps, but still it would be his revenge! Muahahahaha!
Who says that he can't have his cake and eat it too?
And to think that the girls earlier accused him of plotting with the Rowdyruff Boys to take over the world!
Now it's true!
"Mojo?"
"Okay. I agree. I will do no more evil, if I have the custody of my sons. I will just become filthy rich, and raise them to be model citizens, in preparation of ruling the world!"
"Thank you. I will help you as much as I can, but I cannot guarantee that they would want to be under you, growing up," she said.
"Yes, that would be a problem," he conceded. Oh, how he wish he could persuade them. But how? They despise him. But why? What did Mojo Jojo do to the boys that made him such a despicable creature?
"For now, I advise that you continue teaching them. Everyday. Maybe they will warm up to you."
"Yes. That is the best plan."
Later…
"Now thank your new science teacher, and say goodbye," she commanded.
All three boys stood up, and said in unison, "Thank you, Pops. Goodbye, and see you again tomorrow!"
"Thank you too, for listening to me, and hearing me talk about the area of my expertise, science and math. You have now learned, which is to say, your knowledge in science and math, the subjects that I had the pleasure of teaching you, now is greater than before I entered, since I, Mojo Jojo, your father and teacher, had taught you. Now, the two hours allotted as time for class is now finished, and the time for leaving has now begun. See you tomorrow, which is the day that will begin after the passing of tonight's midnight hour."
The three boys turned toward Ms Keane. "Goodbye and thank you, Ms Keane. See you tomorrow."
"See you boys too," she said.
The three boys floated, and the two adults followed. Brick got something from his pocket, wrapped in a piece of paper, and gave it to Ms Keane.
"What's that?" the chimpanzee asked.
"Carbon," was Brick's one word reply.
After saying their farewells, the three boys left, leaving Ms Keane and Mojo Jojo.
"Well, I must be going. Goodbye, farewell, and see you again tomorrow, which is the day after today, where I will resume my teaching of my sons, to increase their knowledge and to prepare them for their destiny."
"Yes, goodbye," she said.
As she watched Mojo Jojo, clad in his trenchcoat and giant hat, she began to reflect.
What she making the right decision?
Her plan was that, in living as a law-abiding citizen for the twelve years that it would take the Rowdyruff Boys to grow up, Mojo, like the boys, would love the peaceful life so much that they won't want to give it up, and thus, they would see the futility of conquering the world, and how utterly impossible it was and how fanciful such an idea would be.
They would grow and mature, and limit themselves to achievable goals.
At least, that was her hope.
Still, would that work? Would Mojo Jojo really mellow out? Would he eventually give up his plans for world domination? Unlike the boys, he was an adult, who had his own opinions and dreams, and who could make his own rational decisions.
She hoped so. It was not certain. But it had to work.
Did she make a mistake then?
No.
The Rowdyruff Boys needed to grow up in a loving family environment. Observing Mojo Jojo showed her that he could be the father figure that they needed. He likes and loves his children. Under her watch, there would be no broken family for the Rowdyruff Boys. Sure, they had no mother, but neither do the Powerpuff Girls have a mother, and it doesn't seem to affect them much.
And if the boys ever needed a mother figure, she, Ms Keane could provide it.
She reflected. Whoever would have thought it possible a few months ago? When the Rowdyruff Boys first came to her, she never imagined it. After all, she accepted largely for the money. Now, she's doing it out of devotion to them.
She wanted them to succeed.
In doing so, Mojo Jojo would retire as a villain.
That's four villains she influenced to be good!
The Powerpuff Girls would thank her.
The world would be a better place for everyone.
End of chapter 14.
As always, please do me a favor and review if you've read this chapter. Reviews really lighten my day and makes me very happy. Thank you very much for reading!
Notes:
The Picture of Mojo's father was actually the portrait seen in the episode "A Very Special Blossom." It was also the source of his hobby of making ships inside a bottle. I took the scene of HIM exercising while watching exercise videos and HIM's outfit from the episode "Telephonies". Finally, I got verbatim with only slight changes parts of Mojo's dialogue from the episode "Los Dos Mojos" (actually, some were from Mojo Bubbles' dialogue), and the episode "Mo Linguish".
Writing Mojo's dialogue is so much fun!
To Kaobara, This is no doubt my favorite PPG fanfic! Been reading for a few months now and I just wanna say how great this story is. The way the RRB (specifically Brick) notices that the PPG kept on outsmarting them and the way the RRB sought Ms. Keane the way Ms. Keane tried to subtly change the RRB to the forces of good was done to perfection all the while we keep on listening to Brick's plan.
Thank you. Yes, this was a fic made to change the Rowdyruff Boys. But of course, without sufficient motivation, they wouldn't. Ms Keane would be there to actually make them good guys, without them realizing it!
And finally, we see everything going to action in Book 3: the RRB's plan of vengeance and even the results of Ms. Keane's growing relationship with the past few months.
Oh yeah. Book III is in many ways the culmination of all that had happened before. Revenge, and a growing attachment between teacher and students.
I absolutely love the way you made the RRB "turn a new leaf" because of their family-like relationship with Ms. Keane, which is in my opinion much better than the other fanfics where "The RRB had disappeared for 20 years and have come back as good guys" fanfics. The way you grew the bond is just so realistic and I love it.
Yes. The boys in the series were evil. I am firmly of the belief that there must be a reason for the boys to turn good, because if there is no reason, they will not turn good, as there is no one else who could compel them to behave except the Powerpuff Girls, and the girls cannot be everywhere at once.
Now, what happens next? Brick had technically already accomplished his vengeance that he's been planning since day 1. Seeing that this book is already in its 5th chapter, I can't wait to see the 4th book in this great story! Can't wait to see what happens next ;)
Well, this chapter answers the question. Though it won't be the boys who would be the prime movers in this Book, rather they would react to what others proposed.
To Hinate, Reds Forever...
I agree. Reds Forever…
They are my favorite couple.
To Skater1ooo, Well. I managed to power through this entire thing in only a couple reading sessions. All around it's a great read, and I can't wait for it to continue. All I hope is that eventually the boys actually do become good. Not half-assed "pretend" good, but actual "see the error of my ways" good. Maybe I'm too hopeful, but hey, what's the point of having hopes if they aren't high?
They may actually turn a new leaf by seeing the error of their ways in the future, but, but as of the present, not yet. They are too proud to actually admit that they were wrong, and they believe themselves to be evil. Ms Keane had the delicate job of making them change without hurting their pride. Stepping on what their sensibilities would make things worse, I believe, at this point.
To NightKilla87,
Most of the stories on this site take place within a setting in the future of Townsville where the girls are somewhere in their high-school age, with no hint of what took place in the past. Not this one, this is the exact opposite actually, and I really like it.
Thank you very much. I do like many high school fics, though as for myself, I prefer to write something that has foundation, to explain where the boys and girls were, and how they got here. If I do a high school fic, it would be with this fic, or Allies and Rivals series, as a foundation, as Falsely Accused was kinda high school fic, but with a foundation in Allies and Rivals.
This is another foundation fic, which tells me why the RRB are the way they were when they are older. And things that happened in this fic, may or may not have profound effects when they are teens and adults.
And I love writing them as kids!
The first thing I have to give it to you for is how this story (along with the expected continuation of this series) is going to take place on how the Rowdyruff Boy's grow up and their personality/characterization develop as both the boy's and the girl's grow older. That's what makes this fanfic so unique and intriguing, on what would seem like an ordinary canon fic at first (although there isn't much of that relating to PPG anyway).
Oh yes, if I have the time, I would continue this tale until they grow up, and it would build on what came before.
You are really skilled at maintaining the continuity of the characters, it's actually nearly up to par with something like "As Time Goes By" or "More Than Human" (you're getting there :P). Brick's characterization really intrigues me so much (and I don't even know why). It's so amazing to see someone is actually portraying the Rowdyruff Boys with a personality that isn't directed towards making them evil, megalomaniacal, psychopaths (as the original series did so (which is really disappointing considering how much potential the RRB's had)), and something other than romantic craved slaves (as most fanfics portray them as), but rather portraying them as ambitious, and strong-spirited characters that are impossible to dislike.
Thank you for that. I really like "As Time Goes By" and "More Than Human". The best PPG fics. At the beginning of this story, the boys were evil. Now, they think they're evil, even if they don't do evil things anymore. As for being romantic love slaves, they're too young for that. And yes, they all are ambitious. And that ambition would dictate how they would act and how they would relate to the Powerpuff Girls as they grow up.
Something that you really have talent in writing, fight scenes. Really, Chapter 11 could possibly be the best fight scene of PPG I've read so far, and the Boomer vs Bubbles fight was to die for.
Thank you. I love writing fight scenes. And thanks. And yeah, I tried to make the Boomer v Bubbles fight different and unique from the others.
Overall, this was an amazing read, and I can't wait for the next chapter. Thank you for writing this.
- NK87
Hope you like this chapter, NK87!
P.S. AuroruaX7 told me about this fanfic. Thank you too!
And thank you, Aurorua!
To ninjarider1,
The Girls need a great lawyer to filed lawsuits against the Practices'. A lawyer who is not stupid & greed for money, a wise & realest orator like the great late Muhammad Ali or Ronald Reagan style. I bet that the Practices will shock about this lawyer that maybe a former boxer or athlete.
Oh yes, they need to. They would have been easily acquitted had the Practices commenced their suit. And yeah, the Practices would be shocked if the PPG's lawyers is a former boxer or athlete.
To William F Somebody,
And so another chapter closes. What an ending! The Rowdyruff Boys heroes, and the Powerpuff Girls off the hook, courtesy of the Rowdyruff Boys themselves.
Yep. The boys got their revenge, and for now, the girls can't do anything about it.
What a journey! To go from where they were when the story started, to what they are now. All because of a desire to become smart, and Ms Keane's decisions. We see the result of months of Ms Keane and the boys become closer and closer, and they, at last, became almost like a family.
I agree, Book III is the culmination of the events of the previous two books. Though the denouement will happen in Book IV.
Still, it must be galling to the Powerpuff Girls to apologize when they had nothing to apologize for. Well, at least they had the sense not to rock the boat this time. Although I think that Blossom would not take this lying down.
Yeah. Blossom was outmaneuvered by the boys. Right now, she is keeping quiet.
So what's next on the boys' education?
Looking forward to your next story!
I hope this chapter answers your questions!
To John,
Glad it turned out for the best!
Yep! For now at least.
To YxYYLover,
Sorry it took so long for my review, but I just finished this chapter today. I usually try to review a chapter before the next one is posted, but anyway, DID THE POWERPUFF GIRLS JUST GET ARRESTED AGAIN? Blossom is failing miserably in the thinking-logically department and it's causing her and her sisters downfall. I wonder what Bricks response will be to all of this? Will he be troubled over the ppgs arrest and speak on their behalf or will he just leave them to their fates? This story has a way of keeping you guessing! The cliffhanger was very well placed hahaha!
Sadly, yes, Blossom got arrested again. And yeah, Blossom refused to face the truth, which is causing more trouble for her and her sisters. As for what Brick would do? That's answered in the next chapter.