Chapter 5
Mojo and Blossom were up late into the night to finish the potion described in Mojo's text. Blossom was wide awake, even though it was far past her bedtime.
"Yes, yes!" Mojo crowed. "I have almost created my greatest invention ever! There is only one more ingredient to add to the vessel, and it will be complete!"
Mojo took out a needle and proceeded to jab himself in the arm with it, and draw out a small amount of blood, which he deposited in an eye dropper. Blossom sat on a bench beside him, fiddling with some of the equipment on the worktable.
"Now I will add three drops of chimpanzee blood to the concoction (which is very high in nutrients, by the way, Blossom), and it will be ready to use!"
"Oh, can I add the last ingredient?" asked Blossom eagerly.
"No, it is essential that this part of the procedure be done exactly right, so I must do it myself to ensure the success of the project."
"Please, will you let me do it.. Dad?"
Mojo spun around rapidly, and his eyes flashing with anger. "Do not ever call me by that name again! I am not your father, nor any relation of yours, and the only part I had in your creation or that of your sisters was an accident, a mishap, a mistake! Furthermore, the explosion that created you was Professor Utonium's fault, for he did not take proper precautions to ensure that his experiments were done in a secure environment, without dangerous chemicals or other hazards nearby! Therefore, Dad, Father, or any other terms of affection used for paternal figures are not appropriate monikers for you to be calling me!" Blossom looked stricken at the sudden outburst, and Mojo calmed himself down and added "But if it means so much to you, you may add the last ingredient to the concoction." He held out the eyedropper.
Blossom smiled and took it from him. She turned towards the potion, and slowly added exactly three drops of the red fluid into the container. There was a dramatic puff of smoke, and the concoction turned a darker shade of red.
"Excellent Blossom, together we have successfully completed the formula! I will have it delivered to the suppliers of orphanage gruel first thing in the morning. But for now, we both need some sleep. I will retire now to my bed, and I suggest you do the same." Mojo stretched and yawned, and headed towards his bedroom.
"Sure thing, goodnight Mojo!" Blossom lay down on the couch and closed her eyes.
***********
Later that night, Buttercup was doing her nightly rounds of the city. Never one to enjoy going to bed early, she had gotten into a routine of patrolling the city after dark for a few hours once Mitch had fallen asleep. "This is the best!" she exclaimed. "All of the best crimes are committed at night. When the professor is better, I gotta ask him if I can do this all the time. I'll be Townsville's Batman!"
She scanned the skyline of the city with her x-ray vision, looking for any signs of criminal activity. She then focussed on her supersonic hearing, and was not very surprised to hear a deep, maniacal laugh coming from the direction of Townsville water. She turned her gaze in that direction, and saw her archenemy atop of the tower with a large vial of liquid in his hand.
"Ahaa, I knew he was up to no good!" she sped off in the direction of the water tower. She was just about to yell out a challenge to the monkey, when arms reached around her from behind and halted her approach. Buttercup spun around in midair.
"Blossom, what are you doing?"
"Shhh.. quiet" said Blossom, holding a finger to her lips.
"Blossom, are you crazy, Mojo's dumpin' some chemical into Townsville's water supply! We don't have any time to lose!
"Good to see you put so much faith in your sister, Buttercup! For your information, I've been secretly reading all of Mojo's scientific journal entries, and I've taken steps to make sure that nobody will come to any harm."
"Can't we fight him anyway?" asked Buttercup impatiently.
"There's no need. Mojo thinks that potion is going make people in Townsville obey his commands, but I made some adjustments in the formula. I was supposed to put three drops of his blood into the concoction, but I switched eye droppers on him at the last minute."
"So, what did you put in?"
"Crab-apple beet drink."
"Hi!"
"Aaaahhh!" Blossom and Buttercup spun around in surprise to see Bubbles hovering in the air behind them.
"Bubbles! How'd you find us?"
"Followed your light beams in the sky. If you guys were trying to be sneaky, you didn't do a very good job."
"I thought you were busy at Fuzzy's".
"Yeah, don't you have to protect all of the 'cute little animals'?" asked Buttercup.
"Oh, I don't think Fuzzy will be bothering any of them for a while," said Bubbles happily.
"Why, what'd you do to him?" asked Blossom, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"Oh, let's just say I asked an old friend to drop by," said Bubbles smugly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to catch up on some sleep."
"You could use a bath, too," said Buttercup, holding her nose. "And it's pretty bad when I gotta say that!"
************* Next day in Townsville, the Townies were going about their daily business. A few glanced up as a giant Robo Jojo thundered its way through the streets to take up a position in front of the city hall. Mojo Jojo emerged from the robot's glass bubble, and stood on its top with a loudspeaker in his hand.
"Citizens of Townsville, hear my words! As you turn to gaze upon my features, you will instantly feel a desire to obey me! Your own petty requirements and needs will not be important to you anymore, for you will realize that I, Mojo Jojo, am your true master, and that anything which I have need of is far more important, because I am your leader! Bow down and worship me, people of Townsville! I am the one you esteem, the one you idolize! I am - hey! Why is no one listening to me? What are you people doing? Are you stupid? Do you not here my words?"
A man in the crowd frowned in concentration. "What's he going on about? Something about birds?"
"I don't know. I'm so thirsty, I can't think!" An elderly woman clutched her throat in frustration.
"Me too!" Shouted the rest of the Townies.
A truck driver with a large belt buckle crawled along the ground, his tongue hanging out. "I need water. No! I need something much more delicious and thirst quenching. I need. I need.. cranberry beet drink!"
"Yeah!" shouted the Townies.
"But where can we get it?" wailed a young woman in alarm.
"Hey I know, there's a stall over at Townsville Stadium!" said Talking Dog brightly.
"To the stadium!" The Townies began stampeding away from the City Hall in the direction of Townsville Stadium.
"Wait! Where are you going? Come back! Obey me! Listen to. oh, never mind." Mojo dropped his arm holding the loudspeaker, and looked dejectedly at the empty square in front of City Hall. "Curses, how could my plan fail? My plans never fail! Perhaps the people of this city are of lower intelligence than most, and as such their simple brain chemistry is not affected by my complex chemical mixture. Perhaps they are not worth ruling. I think next time I will just destroy them all and rule somewhere else." He climbed back into his Robo Jojo and stomped back to Volcano Mountain, crushing a few parked cars along the way to vent his frustrations.
******** Fuzzy Lumpkins was standing in Townsville Police Station. His face was covered with bruises, his nose was dripping blood, and his boomstick was wrapped around his neck.
A couple of very unimpressed police officers were sitting at the front desk, looking over the complaint form that they had recorded for Fuzzy. "So you say a squirrel attacked you on your own property when you were out hunting, beat you up, and wrapped your boomstick around your neck."
"It weren't no ordinary squirrel," protested Fuzzy.
"Right, it was a flying squirrel that attacked you."
"That's right!" agreed Fuzzy. "A flying squirrel with glowing red eyes!"
"Sure, Fuzzy, we'll get right on that for you!" the Police Officer turned to his compatriot and made a motion with his hand as if he was drinking out of a jug.
"I'm telling y'all, it was real!" Fuzzy yelled in frustration.
"Sure, Fuzzy. You want us to check out any little green men for you while we're at it?" Both Police officers burst out laughing.
"Oh, ferget it." Fuzzy stormed out of the station. "Stupid law officials, why if I had my way they'd ..Aaaaaeeeeeee!" was all Fuzzy managed to get out before being trampled by a large mob heading frantically towards Townsville Stadium.
*********** Later that day, Mojo Jojo sat in his armchair reading the Townsville Daily. The headlines read "Thousands Storm Crab-apple Beet Drink Stand; Vendor in Critical Condition." "What is this town coming to?" he thought in disgust, before flipping through the pages to find 'Dear Abby'.
*******
A large pile of food was sitting in the middle of the kitchen table at the Mitchelson's trailer. Buttercup and Mitch sat on either side of it, gorging happily.
Buttercup bit into a large hamburger she was holding in one hand, then licked the triple scoop ice cream cone she was holding in the other.
"Your Dad must be pretty happy!" she said through a mouthful of food. "Selling all of that crab-apple beet drink in one day!"
"Yeah, and I bet he'll be even happier when he gets out of the hospital and can enjoy some of it!" said Mitch, who was managing to keep up with Buttercup in junk food consumption.
"It's a good thing he sold that stand, people are starting to get sick of that stuff again, anyway," Buttercup tossed the last of her burger into her mouth, and reached for another.
"Well, its kinda hard to work when you're in a body cast," answered Mitch.
The phone rang, and Buttercup rushed to answer it. "Hello? Yes, this is Buttercup." As she listened, her face lit up in an uncharacteristic smile. "Really? Great! Thanks for telling me, Doctor!" She hung up the phone. "Guess what, Mitch, the Professor is all better now, I can go home!"
"Awwww, who am I gonna play with the rest of the summer?" Mitch looked down at the ground in disappointment.
"Don't worry, I'll still be able to come over and play with you everyday! And you'll have time to recover from my last victory at dodgeball!"
"You just wait, next dodgeball game, I'll kick yer." Mitch trailed off as he noticed Buttercup was now just a green streak in the sky, heading off towards the hospital.
************
The Professor was dressed in his regular shirt and tie and waiting at the front door of the hospital. "Hello girls, I'm ready to go ho. whooah!" he was off in midsentence as all three Powerpuff Girls flew into his arms, knocking him down onto the sidewalk.
"Professor we missed you so much! Thank goodness you're better!" Bubbles buried her face in her father's shirt.
"Oh girls, I've missed you, too. You can't believe how boring it was laying around in a hospital bed all day. Although it did give me some time to think up a few new experiments I could start working on! Err. ones that won't be hazardous to my health," he added, noting the worried looks on the girls' faces.
As the girls picked up the Professor and took off into the sky, he said "Say girls, what do you say we go out for a special treat to celebrate us being back together? Maybe we could go to Chuck E Cheezes, or to the stadium to watch a game?"
The girls looked at each other and then back to the Professor. "Maybe another time, Professor," Blossom answered for the three of them. "For now, I think we all just need to spend a little time at home!"
So once again, the day is saved, thanks to the PowerPuff Girls!
Mojo and Blossom were up late into the night to finish the potion described in Mojo's text. Blossom was wide awake, even though it was far past her bedtime.
"Yes, yes!" Mojo crowed. "I have almost created my greatest invention ever! There is only one more ingredient to add to the vessel, and it will be complete!"
Mojo took out a needle and proceeded to jab himself in the arm with it, and draw out a small amount of blood, which he deposited in an eye dropper. Blossom sat on a bench beside him, fiddling with some of the equipment on the worktable.
"Now I will add three drops of chimpanzee blood to the concoction (which is very high in nutrients, by the way, Blossom), and it will be ready to use!"
"Oh, can I add the last ingredient?" asked Blossom eagerly.
"No, it is essential that this part of the procedure be done exactly right, so I must do it myself to ensure the success of the project."
"Please, will you let me do it.. Dad?"
Mojo spun around rapidly, and his eyes flashing with anger. "Do not ever call me by that name again! I am not your father, nor any relation of yours, and the only part I had in your creation or that of your sisters was an accident, a mishap, a mistake! Furthermore, the explosion that created you was Professor Utonium's fault, for he did not take proper precautions to ensure that his experiments were done in a secure environment, without dangerous chemicals or other hazards nearby! Therefore, Dad, Father, or any other terms of affection used for paternal figures are not appropriate monikers for you to be calling me!" Blossom looked stricken at the sudden outburst, and Mojo calmed himself down and added "But if it means so much to you, you may add the last ingredient to the concoction." He held out the eyedropper.
Blossom smiled and took it from him. She turned towards the potion, and slowly added exactly three drops of the red fluid into the container. There was a dramatic puff of smoke, and the concoction turned a darker shade of red.
"Excellent Blossom, together we have successfully completed the formula! I will have it delivered to the suppliers of orphanage gruel first thing in the morning. But for now, we both need some sleep. I will retire now to my bed, and I suggest you do the same." Mojo stretched and yawned, and headed towards his bedroom.
"Sure thing, goodnight Mojo!" Blossom lay down on the couch and closed her eyes.
***********
Later that night, Buttercup was doing her nightly rounds of the city. Never one to enjoy going to bed early, she had gotten into a routine of patrolling the city after dark for a few hours once Mitch had fallen asleep. "This is the best!" she exclaimed. "All of the best crimes are committed at night. When the professor is better, I gotta ask him if I can do this all the time. I'll be Townsville's Batman!"
She scanned the skyline of the city with her x-ray vision, looking for any signs of criminal activity. She then focussed on her supersonic hearing, and was not very surprised to hear a deep, maniacal laugh coming from the direction of Townsville water. She turned her gaze in that direction, and saw her archenemy atop of the tower with a large vial of liquid in his hand.
"Ahaa, I knew he was up to no good!" she sped off in the direction of the water tower. She was just about to yell out a challenge to the monkey, when arms reached around her from behind and halted her approach. Buttercup spun around in midair.
"Blossom, what are you doing?"
"Shhh.. quiet" said Blossom, holding a finger to her lips.
"Blossom, are you crazy, Mojo's dumpin' some chemical into Townsville's water supply! We don't have any time to lose!
"Good to see you put so much faith in your sister, Buttercup! For your information, I've been secretly reading all of Mojo's scientific journal entries, and I've taken steps to make sure that nobody will come to any harm."
"Can't we fight him anyway?" asked Buttercup impatiently.
"There's no need. Mojo thinks that potion is going make people in Townsville obey his commands, but I made some adjustments in the formula. I was supposed to put three drops of his blood into the concoction, but I switched eye droppers on him at the last minute."
"So, what did you put in?"
"Crab-apple beet drink."
"Hi!"
"Aaaahhh!" Blossom and Buttercup spun around in surprise to see Bubbles hovering in the air behind them.
"Bubbles! How'd you find us?"
"Followed your light beams in the sky. If you guys were trying to be sneaky, you didn't do a very good job."
"I thought you were busy at Fuzzy's".
"Yeah, don't you have to protect all of the 'cute little animals'?" asked Buttercup.
"Oh, I don't think Fuzzy will be bothering any of them for a while," said Bubbles happily.
"Why, what'd you do to him?" asked Blossom, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"Oh, let's just say I asked an old friend to drop by," said Bubbles smugly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to catch up on some sleep."
"You could use a bath, too," said Buttercup, holding her nose. "And it's pretty bad when I gotta say that!"
************* Next day in Townsville, the Townies were going about their daily business. A few glanced up as a giant Robo Jojo thundered its way through the streets to take up a position in front of the city hall. Mojo Jojo emerged from the robot's glass bubble, and stood on its top with a loudspeaker in his hand.
"Citizens of Townsville, hear my words! As you turn to gaze upon my features, you will instantly feel a desire to obey me! Your own petty requirements and needs will not be important to you anymore, for you will realize that I, Mojo Jojo, am your true master, and that anything which I have need of is far more important, because I am your leader! Bow down and worship me, people of Townsville! I am the one you esteem, the one you idolize! I am - hey! Why is no one listening to me? What are you people doing? Are you stupid? Do you not here my words?"
A man in the crowd frowned in concentration. "What's he going on about? Something about birds?"
"I don't know. I'm so thirsty, I can't think!" An elderly woman clutched her throat in frustration.
"Me too!" Shouted the rest of the Townies.
A truck driver with a large belt buckle crawled along the ground, his tongue hanging out. "I need water. No! I need something much more delicious and thirst quenching. I need. I need.. cranberry beet drink!"
"Yeah!" shouted the Townies.
"But where can we get it?" wailed a young woman in alarm.
"Hey I know, there's a stall over at Townsville Stadium!" said Talking Dog brightly.
"To the stadium!" The Townies began stampeding away from the City Hall in the direction of Townsville Stadium.
"Wait! Where are you going? Come back! Obey me! Listen to. oh, never mind." Mojo dropped his arm holding the loudspeaker, and looked dejectedly at the empty square in front of City Hall. "Curses, how could my plan fail? My plans never fail! Perhaps the people of this city are of lower intelligence than most, and as such their simple brain chemistry is not affected by my complex chemical mixture. Perhaps they are not worth ruling. I think next time I will just destroy them all and rule somewhere else." He climbed back into his Robo Jojo and stomped back to Volcano Mountain, crushing a few parked cars along the way to vent his frustrations.
******** Fuzzy Lumpkins was standing in Townsville Police Station. His face was covered with bruises, his nose was dripping blood, and his boomstick was wrapped around his neck.
A couple of very unimpressed police officers were sitting at the front desk, looking over the complaint form that they had recorded for Fuzzy. "So you say a squirrel attacked you on your own property when you were out hunting, beat you up, and wrapped your boomstick around your neck."
"It weren't no ordinary squirrel," protested Fuzzy.
"Right, it was a flying squirrel that attacked you."
"That's right!" agreed Fuzzy. "A flying squirrel with glowing red eyes!"
"Sure, Fuzzy, we'll get right on that for you!" the Police Officer turned to his compatriot and made a motion with his hand as if he was drinking out of a jug.
"I'm telling y'all, it was real!" Fuzzy yelled in frustration.
"Sure, Fuzzy. You want us to check out any little green men for you while we're at it?" Both Police officers burst out laughing.
"Oh, ferget it." Fuzzy stormed out of the station. "Stupid law officials, why if I had my way they'd ..Aaaaaeeeeeee!" was all Fuzzy managed to get out before being trampled by a large mob heading frantically towards Townsville Stadium.
*********** Later that day, Mojo Jojo sat in his armchair reading the Townsville Daily. The headlines read "Thousands Storm Crab-apple Beet Drink Stand; Vendor in Critical Condition." "What is this town coming to?" he thought in disgust, before flipping through the pages to find 'Dear Abby'.
*******
A large pile of food was sitting in the middle of the kitchen table at the Mitchelson's trailer. Buttercup and Mitch sat on either side of it, gorging happily.
Buttercup bit into a large hamburger she was holding in one hand, then licked the triple scoop ice cream cone she was holding in the other.
"Your Dad must be pretty happy!" she said through a mouthful of food. "Selling all of that crab-apple beet drink in one day!"
"Yeah, and I bet he'll be even happier when he gets out of the hospital and can enjoy some of it!" said Mitch, who was managing to keep up with Buttercup in junk food consumption.
"It's a good thing he sold that stand, people are starting to get sick of that stuff again, anyway," Buttercup tossed the last of her burger into her mouth, and reached for another.
"Well, its kinda hard to work when you're in a body cast," answered Mitch.
The phone rang, and Buttercup rushed to answer it. "Hello? Yes, this is Buttercup." As she listened, her face lit up in an uncharacteristic smile. "Really? Great! Thanks for telling me, Doctor!" She hung up the phone. "Guess what, Mitch, the Professor is all better now, I can go home!"
"Awwww, who am I gonna play with the rest of the summer?" Mitch looked down at the ground in disappointment.
"Don't worry, I'll still be able to come over and play with you everyday! And you'll have time to recover from my last victory at dodgeball!"
"You just wait, next dodgeball game, I'll kick yer." Mitch trailed off as he noticed Buttercup was now just a green streak in the sky, heading off towards the hospital.
************
The Professor was dressed in his regular shirt and tie and waiting at the front door of the hospital. "Hello girls, I'm ready to go ho. whooah!" he was off in midsentence as all three Powerpuff Girls flew into his arms, knocking him down onto the sidewalk.
"Professor we missed you so much! Thank goodness you're better!" Bubbles buried her face in her father's shirt.
"Oh girls, I've missed you, too. You can't believe how boring it was laying around in a hospital bed all day. Although it did give me some time to think up a few new experiments I could start working on! Err. ones that won't be hazardous to my health," he added, noting the worried looks on the girls' faces.
As the girls picked up the Professor and took off into the sky, he said "Say girls, what do you say we go out for a special treat to celebrate us being back together? Maybe we could go to Chuck E Cheezes, or to the stadium to watch a game?"
The girls looked at each other and then back to the Professor. "Maybe another time, Professor," Blossom answered for the three of them. "For now, I think we all just need to spend a little time at home!"
So once again, the day is saved, thanks to the PowerPuff Girls!