There was another knock at the door.

Him continued to lay on the couch, flipping through channels. Bubbles had gone out for her nightly stroll, meaning He had the chance to continue the search for His son in peace. More or less.

The knock came again, slightly more forceful than before. Him ignored it.

"It is not polite to ignore a visitor."

Him looked over the arm of the couch to the door. "Well, well, Mojo… what do you want?"

The chimp coughed, then handed Him a small package. Him raised an eyebrow and suspiciously unwrapped it. "What is-?"

"Pacifiers. I understand that congratulations are in order, which is to say, I have heard about your "bundle of joy", or rather, a baby. I also understand that when babies are born, it is a common practice to give the parents, or rather, you, a gift of sorts to help in raising it, therefore, I brought you pacifiers, or "binkies" so that it will shut up."

Him stared in disbelief. He stood up quickly. "I don't need these." Him sounded calm, but Mojo noticed His claws were shaking.

"Hmph." The chimp crossed his arms. "And why is that?"

"Mojo." Him glared into the chimp's eyes, intending to intimidate him away. "Your comings here are becoming irritating."

"And why is that?"

"Because." Him hissed, leaning over to bring Himself to eye level. "You're constantly poking around, butting into things that don't concern you."

"Twice is not constantly." Mojo snapped back.

Him growled and reared Himself to His full height. Mojo took a step back. "I'll just be leaving now."

"Yesss… You will."

Fine. So there wasn't a baby. Mojo could live with that. In fact, he was rather relieved. But that left no explanation as to what Bubbles had to do with Him. Mojo refused to accept Sparkel's interpretation- those idiots might have access to some grade A stories, but there wasn't a snowball's chance in Hell they interpreted them correctly.

There was obviously no interrogating Him now, which only left Bubbles. Mojo waited a few days, noting that she left every night to go… somewhere. Tonight he would answer that question. He had taken a leaf out of Princess's book and developed a jet pack, albeit a quieter, less noticeable style. He was, after all, going to be following her in secret.

Finally, Bubbles shot out of the rip and darted into the sky. Mojo shot out after her, and almost immediately, the Puff spun around and shouted "Who's out there?"

Mojo dashed into a tree. He'd forgotten about super hearing. Bubbles looked in several directions, then hesitated back toward the rip. Mojo could have slapped himself. Now he was going to have to wait-

Wait… Bubbles continued flying in her original direction. This time. Mojo waited until she was nearly out of sight, then took off after her.

Apparently, she wasn't at ease enough to assume that whoever was following her had given up. The Blue Puff led Mojo Jojo across land and sea for a good forty-five minutes. The genius chimp began to worry his jet pack would run out of energy when his quarry dove. It was so swift he nearly missed it, but he managed to turn around and lower himself to the ground.

The pack sputtered and died when he was still three feet above the ground. The chimp was unceremoniously dropped. Wincing, he staggered to his feet and dusted himself off. Squinting up at the sheer stone wall he'd landed by, he realized he was just inside an abbey. He removed his pack and checked the gauge. He frowned. It would take awhile before the battery recharged itself. The chimp settled himself in the shadow of the wall and stared up at the windows. He should have brought a book.

"What'cha reading?"

Blossom tilted the book so Henry could see the cover. He frowned. "Blossom, you know I don't read Latin."

"It's a book on exorcism."

"Exorcism?" Henry shook his head. "You've been picking up some weird reading materials."

"Well, I'm sorry." Blossom snapped.

Henry held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry. I wasn't accusing you or anything."

Blossom set her book to the side. "I know, I'm sorry."

Henry put his arm around her. "It's okay. I know you're under a lot of stress-"

Blossom removed his arm. "I know. Look, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I think… we should take a break."

"What?"

Blossom forced herself to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just… having doubts. I need time to sort them out."

Henry looked distraught. "But… why?"

Blossom put her head in her hands. "It's hard to explain."

"Try."

Mojo's jet pack was recharged long before Bubbles left the abbey. "Finally!" he muttered.

He slipped the pack on and gunned the engine. He rose straight up until he reached the window Bubbles had flown from. He landed quietly, and glanced around.

The room was bare, excepting a crib, a chair, and a small chest. It was rather small, and fairly drab, being constructed entirely of gray stone blocks. It reminded Mojo of the Townsville jail. He made his way over to the crib and peered inside. "Oh my…"

So there was a child.

But… Why was it here?

Hmph. It didn't matter. Mojo carefully lifted the child. "Mama… I'm tired."

"I am not your mama." Mojo replied, disgruntled.

"Mmm…" The infant squinted his eyes open. "And you're not… Papa…"

"Sure I am." Mojo replied innocently, smiling wide. "And you are my son."

"No I'm not…"

"Of course you are. And now, we're going to go home."

Imagine!

Imagine the powers of a Powerpuff Girl! Then imagine the powers of Evil Incarnate! Imagine the two of them mixed into one! What a perfect child! What a perfect son!

What a perfect tool!

It had almost worked once before- The Rowdyruff boys had come so close to defeating the Powerpuff Girls, and so he had come so close to ruling Townsville, so close to ruling the world! But it hadn't worked. This could work- this could be it!

Mojo understood Him's plan now- The child would grow powerful, the child would grow strong. Then, when the time came for the child to attack and defeat the Powerpuff Girls, not only would the child be stronger than them- One Powerpuff would be absolutely helpless- completely unable to attack her own son! Brilliant!

But the Evilest of Evil hadn't even been able to control His own plan- it was time for someone with equal, no, greater brilliance, to finish what He started.