Act III
Next Day, Sometime in the afternoon
Buttercup and Blossom were spending a seemingly uneventful day watching the television.
"Next on Fashion Review, we take a look at Hayman I. Machivelli's latest designs." The screen then showed an eerily familiar looking man with an eerily familiar high-pitched voice happily describing costumes that most people wouldn't see outside a fashion show or the academy awards.
"Think he's up to something?" Blossom casually asked.
"Nah." Buttercup responded, not really caring about the show.
"Really? Why not."
"You know how he gets about this boring fashion stuff. He's more obsessed about it than anything else."
"Hmmm." It never ceased to amaze Blossom how insightful Buttercup could be at times. Whatever thoughts that followed were disrupted by a high pitched shriek a few decibels away from setting off nearby car alarms. The girls and the Professor ran up to the bedroom to find Bubbles in a wild-eyed panic ransacking the place.
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS HE?!"
"Calm down honey. Where is who?" The Professor said in a vain attempt to calm his daughter.
"Octi. Last night I put him right here with his friends and when I came to get him to show him my new plans, he was goooone." Bubbles broke down and began sobbing hysterically.
"Now sweetie, I'm sure he's around here somewhere."
"I don't know Professor, Bubbles is pretty good about remembering where she put her stuffed animals." Blossom told her father. "It looks like we got a mystery on our hands."
Bubbles and The Professor immediately shot accusing glances at Buttercup. "What!?" Was the green-eyed puff's irritated response.
"It couldn't have been Buttercup, she's been with me all day." Blossom said removing any doubt that the Professor and Bubbles might have had.
"Uh, sorry sweetie it's just that it.. well.. er.." The Professor stammered out an apology. Buttercup just grumbled.
"That means Octi was stolen by a stranger!" Everyone could tell what Bubbles was going to do next and covered their ears and gritted their teeth steeling themselves for what was coming.
A few minutes later, the Mayor had answered the umpteenth call about the loud and unpleasant screech that had echoed all through out Townsville. "Yes, Yes, I heard it too. I can smell you know!" The Mayor slammed down the phone, and left his desk to gaze out into the cityscape. 'My, what an unpleasant sound that was. I hope the girls heard it, and beat up whatever made it.' The Mayor contemplated further on the on his thoughts, when something occurred to him, 'What was I thinking about again?'
After recovering from Bubble's outburst, the girls and the Professor looked up to see Bubbles's blue eyes burning with rage and determination. Wiping away a tear, Bubbles addressed her troops, "Girls, we need to find Octi."
"And how do you propose we do that?" Blossom asked.
"Hmmm." Bubbles thought for a minute before deciding upon a strategy. "Well since I couldn't find any clues here, we'll hafta check out all the bad guys in Townsville."
"Wait a minute, we can't just do that!" Blossom exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"Well for starters all of the major villains are on vacation."
"They could've come back." Bubbles replied indignantly.
"Uh, Ok, second we don't have a search warrant." Blossom continued weakly.
"Since when did we need search warrants?" Buttercup asked. Blossom gave Buttercup an annoyed glare.
"Look we just can't go around breaking into.."
"I'm the leader now, and I say we search the bad guys' houses." Bubbles angrily told her sisters. Blossom looked at Buttercup who look at the Professor who just returned Buttercup's look and shook his head, he didn't like it but Bubbles had a legitimate strategy. "Let's go, Octi's in danger." With that, Bubbles flew out the window with her two sisters reluctantly flying behind her. The Professor sighed and headed back to his lab, whatever money he was going to make off his next invention was undoubtedly was going to pay for whatever damages his daughters were going to cause.
First on Bubbles's itinerary was Mojo Jojo's volcano top hide out. After the girls flew through their usual entrance, that is, of course, the roof, Bubble ordered her sisters to search the compound for missing toy. Before they could do any property damage, Blossom caught sight of a small stack of papers on a table illuminated by a solitary lamp. "Hey wait a minute, let see what that is." When the girls floated to investigate, they noticed that top sheet bore the words in large type 'TO THE POWERPUFF GIRLS.'
"Its probably about Octi." Bubbles stated and removed the top sheet and studied the next. Finding the text too small and the words too big for her to completely understand what Mojo's letter was trying to say she shoved the papers to Blossom and promptly ordered her read the contents.
Blossom groaned and began, "Dear Powerpuff Girls, If you are reading this then your have entered my domicile unwarranted. You are now in my home without a good reason, for I, Mojo Jojo, am still on vacation and presently not in Townsville. I have taken leave of Townsville and will not return until a time that I have decided when it is the end of my vacation and it is time for me return to Townsville and destroy you and take over Townsville.. It goes on like this. He's not here, Bubbles, he couldn't have taken Octi."
"He might have taken it earlier."
"But you had it yesterday."
"JUST READ IT!"
Blossom groaned and continued reading the lengthy letter.
Two Hours Later
"..so leave my evil lair without breaking anything and remove your presence from my inner sanctum without damages. Sincerely Yours, Mojo Jojo." Blossom croaked out the final words of Mojo Jojo's letter. Blossom dropped the papers and looked at her sisters. Buttercup had curled up in a recliner and fallen asleep, but Bubbles was hanging on every read word.
After thinking for a minute, Bubbles spoke up, "Hmmm, so it wasn't Mojo Jojo, we'll hafta try somewhere else." It took an ungodly amount of willpower to keep Blossom from wringing the blonde's neck and cramming the lengthy note down the young girl's throat. "C'mon girls, we've got other places to check." This roused Buttercup from her nap.
"Huh, we done here?"
"She made me.. read the whole.. dang thing." Blossom panted. The pink- eyed puff swore she heard Buttercup mutter something about karma as the two flew after their new leader.
The girls entered the run down shack that sat in the shadows of the Townsville Dump, which served as the headquarters of the Gangrene Gang. Upon their arrival, the girls found amongst the discarded pizza boxes, emptied spray paint cans and other assorted filth was a solitary member of the juvenile delinquents who harassed the Townsville citizenry, Big Billy.
"D-ahh, Hello!" the lummox happily greeted the girls.
"Big Billy!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously. "Did the Gangrene Gang take my Octi?" Bubbles angrily asked the green behemoth.
"Ha-ha No, gang not here, just Billy."
"Where did they go?"
"D-ahh, gang went to ride on big choo-choo." Billy answered pointing roughly in the direction of the train yards. "Ace said Billy could no ride choo-choo, Ace say Billy too big and would break it if Billy jumped in." Billy added sadly. "So Billy stay here and write papers to get money from collige stoodents."
"What?! Let me see one of those papers." Blossom demanded. Billy handed Blossom one of the papers he had written. Upon reading, Blossom's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. Buttercup seized the paper from the awe- struck Blossom.
"Lessee here, blah blah internet, blah blah new media, hey Billy what is this?"
"Paper about the effect of the Internet and the new flow of information on society and how the old media must now compete with the new source of public information." Billy told the perplexed puff.
"Oohkay, well I guess he's clean boss." Buttercup told Bubbles.
"(sigh) Alright, let's try somewhere else. C'mon Blossom." Bubbles said as she prepared to fly out the door. Big Billy waved to the girls as they flew to their next destination.
When the girls flew into Him's lair, Blossom and Buttercup expected the place to empty of its resident since he was on television earlier that day. Evidently the girls underestimated Him's travelling abilities because there he was chugging away on his latest fashion designs.
"Well hello girls, to what do I owe the pleasure." The archfiend of this world asked his favorite targets.
"You know why we're here! Give back Octi or else, you big meany." Bubbles responded defiantly.
"You think I stole your silly toy? Oh, Bubbles, you silly child, I couldn't have taken it." Him cooed in his high-pitched tone.
"Oh yeah, why not."
"It's quite simple my dear. As your sisters can vouch for me, I've been much too busy adding my spice to the fashion industry." Bubbles looked to Blossom and Buttercup who nodded. "You see, the latest designs that those pathetic so-called fashion gurus came up with have been an abysmal disappointment and I couldn't stand idly by and watch so I took some time off to come up with some designs of my own."
"Oh I guess, you're innocent." Bubbles spoke embarrassed.
"Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but I know what you mean." Him looked at the girls and smiled. "Speaking of fashion, there's been something I've been wanting to do with the three of you and now is the perfect time." The demon approached the trio who steeled themselves preparing for whatever Him was planning.
One hour later
"Well, Fuzzy's isn't here either." Bubbles sighed unhappily, bedecked in her new pink and blue "magical girl" outfit that Him had decided that she looked good in. Buttercup who was now dressed similarly to James Dean in a 1950's biker movie, reread the soiled piece of paper, 'Visiting kin in Tennessee. P.S. GET OFF MY PROPERTAH!!!'
"Uh-huh, can we go home now?" the exasperated puff asked. She was officially sick of the wild goose chase that Bubbles had been leading them on.
"But we still hafta check out Princess."
"Oh come on Bubbles, Princess has been in Monaco since summer vacation started. Remember those dumb postcards she keeps sending us to make us jealous?"
"Yeah. Let's go home now." Bubbles answered sadly.
"Finally, and try not to take all night, Red." Buttercup grumbled at Blossom.
"I was trying to be careful, I don't want anyone seeing me like this." Blossom responded defensively. For reasons that only he knew, Him gave Blossom the "Goth Princess" look. Blossom would rather have no one see her in the black leather outfit that Him had forced her to wear.
"Geez, Bloss, it's the middle of the night. Nobody up this late is gonna care." Buttercup snarled.
"Yeah, and besides you look pretty good in black." Bubbles giggled. With that, the girls flew home from their fruitless search.
Weary from exhaustion and depression, Bubbles slipped into the bed and cried herself to sleep. Buttercup watched her sobbing sister and groaned, her guilty conscience pounding her like a jackhammer. She shot a dirty look at the direction of Blossom, who was still in the bathroom trying to wash off the pale makeup that Him used to complete his enigmatic vision of the red haired girl. 'It's bad enough she's blackmailing me about them, but she had to get them involved too. You're gonna pay for this Red, one way or another you're gonna get yours."
Next Day, Sometime in the afternoon
Buttercup and Blossom were spending a seemingly uneventful day watching the television.
"Next on Fashion Review, we take a look at Hayman I. Machivelli's latest designs." The screen then showed an eerily familiar looking man with an eerily familiar high-pitched voice happily describing costumes that most people wouldn't see outside a fashion show or the academy awards.
"Think he's up to something?" Blossom casually asked.
"Nah." Buttercup responded, not really caring about the show.
"Really? Why not."
"You know how he gets about this boring fashion stuff. He's more obsessed about it than anything else."
"Hmmm." It never ceased to amaze Blossom how insightful Buttercup could be at times. Whatever thoughts that followed were disrupted by a high pitched shriek a few decibels away from setting off nearby car alarms. The girls and the Professor ran up to the bedroom to find Bubbles in a wild-eyed panic ransacking the place.
"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS HE?!"
"Calm down honey. Where is who?" The Professor said in a vain attempt to calm his daughter.
"Octi. Last night I put him right here with his friends and when I came to get him to show him my new plans, he was goooone." Bubbles broke down and began sobbing hysterically.
"Now sweetie, I'm sure he's around here somewhere."
"I don't know Professor, Bubbles is pretty good about remembering where she put her stuffed animals." Blossom told her father. "It looks like we got a mystery on our hands."
Bubbles and The Professor immediately shot accusing glances at Buttercup. "What!?" Was the green-eyed puff's irritated response.
"It couldn't have been Buttercup, she's been with me all day." Blossom said removing any doubt that the Professor and Bubbles might have had.
"Uh, sorry sweetie it's just that it.. well.. er.." The Professor stammered out an apology. Buttercup just grumbled.
"That means Octi was stolen by a stranger!" Everyone could tell what Bubbles was going to do next and covered their ears and gritted their teeth steeling themselves for what was coming.
A few minutes later, the Mayor had answered the umpteenth call about the loud and unpleasant screech that had echoed all through out Townsville. "Yes, Yes, I heard it too. I can smell you know!" The Mayor slammed down the phone, and left his desk to gaze out into the cityscape. 'My, what an unpleasant sound that was. I hope the girls heard it, and beat up whatever made it.' The Mayor contemplated further on the on his thoughts, when something occurred to him, 'What was I thinking about again?'
After recovering from Bubble's outburst, the girls and the Professor looked up to see Bubbles's blue eyes burning with rage and determination. Wiping away a tear, Bubbles addressed her troops, "Girls, we need to find Octi."
"And how do you propose we do that?" Blossom asked.
"Hmmm." Bubbles thought for a minute before deciding upon a strategy. "Well since I couldn't find any clues here, we'll hafta check out all the bad guys in Townsville."
"Wait a minute, we can't just do that!" Blossom exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"Well for starters all of the major villains are on vacation."
"They could've come back." Bubbles replied indignantly.
"Uh, Ok, second we don't have a search warrant." Blossom continued weakly.
"Since when did we need search warrants?" Buttercup asked. Blossom gave Buttercup an annoyed glare.
"Look we just can't go around breaking into.."
"I'm the leader now, and I say we search the bad guys' houses." Bubbles angrily told her sisters. Blossom looked at Buttercup who look at the Professor who just returned Buttercup's look and shook his head, he didn't like it but Bubbles had a legitimate strategy. "Let's go, Octi's in danger." With that, Bubbles flew out the window with her two sisters reluctantly flying behind her. The Professor sighed and headed back to his lab, whatever money he was going to make off his next invention was undoubtedly was going to pay for whatever damages his daughters were going to cause.
First on Bubbles's itinerary was Mojo Jojo's volcano top hide out. After the girls flew through their usual entrance, that is, of course, the roof, Bubble ordered her sisters to search the compound for missing toy. Before they could do any property damage, Blossom caught sight of a small stack of papers on a table illuminated by a solitary lamp. "Hey wait a minute, let see what that is." When the girls floated to investigate, they noticed that top sheet bore the words in large type 'TO THE POWERPUFF GIRLS.'
"Its probably about Octi." Bubbles stated and removed the top sheet and studied the next. Finding the text too small and the words too big for her to completely understand what Mojo's letter was trying to say she shoved the papers to Blossom and promptly ordered her read the contents.
Blossom groaned and began, "Dear Powerpuff Girls, If you are reading this then your have entered my domicile unwarranted. You are now in my home without a good reason, for I, Mojo Jojo, am still on vacation and presently not in Townsville. I have taken leave of Townsville and will not return until a time that I have decided when it is the end of my vacation and it is time for me return to Townsville and destroy you and take over Townsville.. It goes on like this. He's not here, Bubbles, he couldn't have taken Octi."
"He might have taken it earlier."
"But you had it yesterday."
"JUST READ IT!"
Blossom groaned and continued reading the lengthy letter.
Two Hours Later
"..so leave my evil lair without breaking anything and remove your presence from my inner sanctum without damages. Sincerely Yours, Mojo Jojo." Blossom croaked out the final words of Mojo Jojo's letter. Blossom dropped the papers and looked at her sisters. Buttercup had curled up in a recliner and fallen asleep, but Bubbles was hanging on every read word.
After thinking for a minute, Bubbles spoke up, "Hmmm, so it wasn't Mojo Jojo, we'll hafta try somewhere else." It took an ungodly amount of willpower to keep Blossom from wringing the blonde's neck and cramming the lengthy note down the young girl's throat. "C'mon girls, we've got other places to check." This roused Buttercup from her nap.
"Huh, we done here?"
"She made me.. read the whole.. dang thing." Blossom panted. The pink- eyed puff swore she heard Buttercup mutter something about karma as the two flew after their new leader.
The girls entered the run down shack that sat in the shadows of the Townsville Dump, which served as the headquarters of the Gangrene Gang. Upon their arrival, the girls found amongst the discarded pizza boxes, emptied spray paint cans and other assorted filth was a solitary member of the juvenile delinquents who harassed the Townsville citizenry, Big Billy.
"D-ahh, Hello!" the lummox happily greeted the girls.
"Big Billy!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously. "Did the Gangrene Gang take my Octi?" Bubbles angrily asked the green behemoth.
"Ha-ha No, gang not here, just Billy."
"Where did they go?"
"D-ahh, gang went to ride on big choo-choo." Billy answered pointing roughly in the direction of the train yards. "Ace said Billy could no ride choo-choo, Ace say Billy too big and would break it if Billy jumped in." Billy added sadly. "So Billy stay here and write papers to get money from collige stoodents."
"What?! Let me see one of those papers." Blossom demanded. Billy handed Blossom one of the papers he had written. Upon reading, Blossom's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. Buttercup seized the paper from the awe- struck Blossom.
"Lessee here, blah blah internet, blah blah new media, hey Billy what is this?"
"Paper about the effect of the Internet and the new flow of information on society and how the old media must now compete with the new source of public information." Billy told the perplexed puff.
"Oohkay, well I guess he's clean boss." Buttercup told Bubbles.
"(sigh) Alright, let's try somewhere else. C'mon Blossom." Bubbles said as she prepared to fly out the door. Big Billy waved to the girls as they flew to their next destination.
When the girls flew into Him's lair, Blossom and Buttercup expected the place to empty of its resident since he was on television earlier that day. Evidently the girls underestimated Him's travelling abilities because there he was chugging away on his latest fashion designs.
"Well hello girls, to what do I owe the pleasure." The archfiend of this world asked his favorite targets.
"You know why we're here! Give back Octi or else, you big meany." Bubbles responded defiantly.
"You think I stole your silly toy? Oh, Bubbles, you silly child, I couldn't have taken it." Him cooed in his high-pitched tone.
"Oh yeah, why not."
"It's quite simple my dear. As your sisters can vouch for me, I've been much too busy adding my spice to the fashion industry." Bubbles looked to Blossom and Buttercup who nodded. "You see, the latest designs that those pathetic so-called fashion gurus came up with have been an abysmal disappointment and I couldn't stand idly by and watch so I took some time off to come up with some designs of my own."
"Oh I guess, you're innocent." Bubbles spoke embarrassed.
"Well, I wouldn't put it that way, but I know what you mean." Him looked at the girls and smiled. "Speaking of fashion, there's been something I've been wanting to do with the three of you and now is the perfect time." The demon approached the trio who steeled themselves preparing for whatever Him was planning.
One hour later
"Well, Fuzzy's isn't here either." Bubbles sighed unhappily, bedecked in her new pink and blue "magical girl" outfit that Him had decided that she looked good in. Buttercup who was now dressed similarly to James Dean in a 1950's biker movie, reread the soiled piece of paper, 'Visiting kin in Tennessee. P.S. GET OFF MY PROPERTAH!!!'
"Uh-huh, can we go home now?" the exasperated puff asked. She was officially sick of the wild goose chase that Bubbles had been leading them on.
"But we still hafta check out Princess."
"Oh come on Bubbles, Princess has been in Monaco since summer vacation started. Remember those dumb postcards she keeps sending us to make us jealous?"
"Yeah. Let's go home now." Bubbles answered sadly.
"Finally, and try not to take all night, Red." Buttercup grumbled at Blossom.
"I was trying to be careful, I don't want anyone seeing me like this." Blossom responded defensively. For reasons that only he knew, Him gave Blossom the "Goth Princess" look. Blossom would rather have no one see her in the black leather outfit that Him had forced her to wear.
"Geez, Bloss, it's the middle of the night. Nobody up this late is gonna care." Buttercup snarled.
"Yeah, and besides you look pretty good in black." Bubbles giggled. With that, the girls flew home from their fruitless search.
Weary from exhaustion and depression, Bubbles slipped into the bed and cried herself to sleep. Buttercup watched her sobbing sister and groaned, her guilty conscience pounding her like a jackhammer. She shot a dirty look at the direction of Blossom, who was still in the bathroom trying to wash off the pale makeup that Him used to complete his enigmatic vision of the red haired girl. 'It's bad enough she's blackmailing me about them, but she had to get them involved too. You're gonna pay for this Red, one way or another you're gonna get yours."