Three Girls and a Communist
Chapter 14
The city of Moncton awakens to a beautiful autumn morning. Unseasonably warm temperatures graced the citizens of Moncton. Things were beginning to look up. Peaceful quiet reigned for the past few weeks.
The Powerpuff girls dutifully continued their training. They made progress in leaps and bounds and as a result the beatings got less frequent and less severe. The professor worried when his girls returned home ragged and worn out but they always managed to be back to full strength in the morning.
Their attitudes at home had changed as well. They seemed more autonomous, more independent. The Professor wondered if this really was a result of their training or if it was simply a result of his little girls growing up.
Either way Buttercup had changed the most. Her grades were higher then they had ever been. She offered to help out around the house more often. She talked back less. She did still fight with Blossom though; some things never change.
Little did anyone know that these good times were coming to an end. A dark cloud loomed close by. And as it moved towards the city of Moncton, it marched to the beat of German army choirs.
In his secret underground lair Mein Heir, Moncton's most nefarious evil-doer planned and plotted.
He scribbled things on blueprints, his aged fingers trembling as he did so.
" Curse this ancient relic of a body! " he spat in his native tongue. " My time grows short and I have not yet enacted my revenge on that blasted Communist! " He paused and looked at a photograph of his younger self.
" If only I were young again, " he sighed. " Then I would show him what I can really do. " He paused for a moment.
He drew another sheet and began drawing a new plan. His pencil traced shapes, figures, graphs, technical details of every sort. And then it was finished. " Yes... this will do nicely. " he cooed.
"Germinator!" he bellowed. "Germinator come here! Your master needs you!"
With a loud thump the Germinator dropped down from the ceiling. "Yes my lord?"
"I grow tired of this old body. It is high time I regained my old one," Mein Heir began to explain. "I will construct a machine to give it back to me. We have everything we need here except for one thing," he continued. "I need a catalyst to power the reaction. The problem is of all the known chemicals there is only one potent enough to do the job: Chemical X."
He paused a moment, picking up a news paper. "Fortunately I know where to get some," he added as he threw it to the Germinator. "The chemical research lab on the outskirts of the city has been experimenting with Chemical X. They should have ample supply."
He coughed and hacked. "You had best hurry, I need your strength to build the super structure for the machine."
The Germinator bowed before Mein Heir. "Of course my liege. I exist to serve."
With that tree bark grew around him and covered him like a shell. He sank into the earth and traveled to his destination.
Meanwhile in an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district a plan of a different sort was hatching. For a long time Mojo Jojo had remained quiet. His defeat at the hands of the Communist had killed the spark he once had.
He was frustrated in the fact that he couldn't factor in the Communist into his plans. The Communist was a wild card. A random value that threw off all his brilliant calculations. He could send the boys after the girls but, with they all being essentially identical in every way, it would be a waste of time. The Communist would jump in and the boys would be defeated.
Mojo had thought of accompanying the boys but that would just have the same disastrous results as the last time the eight of them had fought. A few words from The Communist and he would lose his control again leaving the most cunning of cunning plans in tatters. He needed to tip the scales back in his favor.
If only he could find a way to occupy the girls without using himself or the boys to do it. Then the spark came back. "That's it," he whispered. "That's it!"
His maniacal laughter echoed throughout the large building. Confused the boys investigated.
"What's up Mojo?" asked Brick. "You finally lose it?"
"No boys," he answered cheerfully. "I finally have it! I have found a way to defeat, crush, and furthermore destroy those accursed Powerpuff Girls! We're going to fight girl power with girl power of our own."
The boys frowned. "You better not be thinking what I think your thinking Mojo," replied Brick.
Mojo stopped for a moment before erupting into laughter. "No of course not! I know you would never go for it and besides, I need you three as you are to destroy the Communist." He pause. "You see we are going to create girls of our own. Evil ones. Ones that will value destruction, carnage, mayhem... All those lovely things you boys love."
Brick didn't like the idea of teaming up with stupid girls but the thought of finally beating the girls did sound appealing.
"I will begin the preparations here. You three go get me some Chemical X,"
"And just how are we supposed to get that?" asked Boomer.
"You steal it, obviously," answered Mojo.
The boys set off to their task, thoughts of revenge floating in their heads.
And so the day is doomed thanks to... the rowdy Ruff Boys and the Germinator.