The warm sun is already beating down on us, and it's not even eight o'clock yet. I check the time on my watch and realize we still have tons of time before school will start. I scan the park quickly; I'm just making sure that we're not in any immediate danger. Nothing seems to be any different than any other day. There aren't too many children in the park, but it's a school day, so that's to be expected. It's early in the morning, so there are only people taking their dogs for walks and things. I know that that's how the world works on weekdays.
Since I'm convinced that everything is all right, I can feel free to relax, and I dive straight down to the bottom of the moat. The moat is fairly deep, but since I'm a superhero, it's easy. Buttercup, obviously jealous, dives down right behind me, and I can tell she wants to race me around the moat. We take off, underwater, and I'm in the lead for most of the time. Buttercup pulls ahead at the halfway point, but I'm not getting tired at all. I continue swimming, and without warning I have to dive underwater to avoid Bubbles, who's treading water at the surface. I look back slightly, to see why she chose there to stop, and see that her mouth is open, and she's looking up at Mojo Jojo's observatory.
By now Buttercup has already reached victory. I sigh. I hate losing. Then I realize why Bubbles is staring. Mojo Jojo is standing at the top of the stairs, without his cape and without his boots. I'm so used to his usual dress, that he looks unfinished, and kind of silly. It takes me a moment to realize that he's yelling down to us.
"You rotten, little Powerpuff Girls! That is to say that you are not liked by all. You are merely young children, whom I do not like! I do not like you, and I do not like you playing in my moat. I am the owner of the moat; therefore I should be the only one to play in my moat, without an invitation. You are not the owners of the moat, so you should, please, be getting out of my moat now. Shouldn't you children be at school? You are under the age of eighteen, and it is a weekday. You need to be in classrooms learning." Mojo Jojo is going off on another rant. Sometimes, I wish he would just be quiet.
Buttercup must be annoyed by him too, "Hey, Monkey Boy! Don't make us come up there!" Mojo must not have cared though, because he continued on with his ranting. Now he's talking about one of his stupid plans to defeat us. I sigh, again.
Buttercup starts flying up toward him. Of course, Bubbles and I follow. He is still yelling at us. We fly around his head, bobbing up and down, happily chanting and cheering. "Mojo Jojo can't tell us no-no. He doesn't know-know that he is a do-do!" We all start giggling, as Mojo attempts to chase us all. He grabs at Bubbles' hand, and Buttercup and I move toward him. This must have scared him, because he darts forward.
His toes just grab onto the edge, and we all grab for his hands. We miss him by a tiny bit of a second. I see everything in slow motion: the expression on Bubbles' face changing to horrified, Mojo Jojo hurtling to the earth, Buttercup flying down (seconds too late) to rescue him, and I can't believe it. Bubbles and I have both darted down to wear Mojo Jojo has landed. I see tears welling up in Bubbles' big, crystal blue eyes.
Buttercup's lip is quivering. I don't want to see Buttercup cry. That will be the worst day of our lives. I wipe my cheek and realize that I'm crying already. That's when Buttercup starts sobbing. The three of us can't help but cry. We know that Mojo Jojo isn't okay. Okay bodies don't rest like that. I try to compose myself. I reach down to Mojo Jojo's neck, and try to remember what the fireman told us about first-aid. I sniff, and choke back more tears, before I can stutter, "H-he-he's... dead."
My head is spinning. Blue, green, blue, green, monkey, grass, water, blue, green, all the colors that I see - they're blinding. I see pink, as I call the Professor on my watch. The flashing red, white, blue, red, white, blue of the ambulance, the whee-ooh of the siren, the ringing in my ears, the monkey's final screams all ring through my head. I can think of nothing, but the life I've just taken for my own pleasure and fun.