Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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"Mo..jo...what..?" Professor Utonium asked, stunned. "Mojo Jojo adopted a baby! And she's really
cute, and she looks just like him, except she isn't green, and she's sooo cute!" Bubbles
squealed happily. "Isn't it great, Professor? Mojo Jojo's a daddy, just like you!"
"Ok, Ok! Calm down, Bubbles." he laughed, and looked to the others. "Are you sure he's adopting
her?" he asked them, sobering up. They both nodded.
"Yes Professor. He even said so himself, though he seemed a little surprised when he'd said
it." Blossom explained.
"Well, that is odd." he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
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Mojo Jojo walked into the orphanage, looking around uncomfortably and clutching the baby
tightly to his chest. "Hello again, Mr Jojo. What can I do for you this time?" asked the
secretary sweetly. "Uh I--I-" he stuttered, walking up to the front desk. "Let me guess. You
want to adopt her, right?" she said grinning. "Ah..yes.." he said as he held her tightly. "No
problem, just fill out this form, okay?" Mojo nodded, taking the form and pulling out a pen.
" 'Name of Parent(s):' Mo-jo Jo-jo." he muttered as he read. " 'Name of Child:', hmmm..." He
scratched his chin as he thought. "Ah, Mo-ko Jo-jo. 'Address:'..." He continued to mutter as he
filled out the form.
*..Ten minutes later..*
"Here." Mojo said to the secretary, handing back the form. She accepted the form
whole-heartedly. "Thank you Mr. Jojo. Now as for the rest of your forms.." the secretary paused
for her words to sink in as she fetched out a mountain of papers from beneath her desk, "Please
sign here, here, here, here, here, here..."...Two mintutes passed..."...here, here, here, here,
here, and initial this." Mojo Jojo stared in disbelief at the pile of paperwork.
"You've got to be kidding me." he groaned as he look over the forms. "Sorry, sir, it's
procedure." the secretary said. "I'll watch this little one for you while you sign these forms,
though. Alright, sir?" she asked sweetly. Mojo nodded and starting signing the forms.
An hour later Mojo Jojo walked out of the orphanage rubbing his sore wrist and cursing under
his breath. "..blasted writer's cramp...stupid forms...accursed legal system..." he muttered
and headed back to his observatory lair with his newly adopted daughter.
Mojo carried Moko into the dome structure, dropping her on a couch. "Stay." he commanded as if
she were a dog. When he got a cooing sound in reply, Mojo mumbled something to himself before
turning around and quietly storming out. Before he got to the door, the child resumed her
wretched wailing. Mojo's hands clenched into tight fists as he whipped around. He took one step
back and the crying stopped. He was relieved as he turned around and took another step towards
the door, but the wailing once again resumed. Mojo took another step back and the crying
stopped. A confused look grew on his face and he started stepping forwards the stepping back,
her crying completely synchonized with his movement.
When she was quiet again, Mojo Jojo reached one foot slowly towards the door. But once again,
as his foot reached some invisible line the child did not appprove of, she let loose on cue.
Mojo Jojo yelled and cursed to himself. Storming over to the corner of the room, he snatched
one of the few toys that still lay around his laboratory. He stormed back and shoved the doll
in her face. It squeaked feebly in her arms when she accepted it. "Coochy coo.." he mumbled
unenthusiastically, his lip quivering slightly. He turned around again and stormed towards the
door. Once again she burst into tears. He yelled once more and stormed over to her, "WHAAAT!!!
What is it? Why do you persist, why do you torment me, WHY DO YOU NOT SHUT-UP!?! WHY!?!", he
bellowed at the child. She replied with a giggle and squeeze of her doll. Mojo's arms fell limp
as he slouched over her. "Please, I must sleep, I must work on my diabolical scheme, I must
destroy the powerpuff girls! Can't you give me a moment's--", Mojo paused thoughtfully,
thinking of something dreadfully evil. A grin spread across his face as his anger seemed to
disappear altogether, "peace..." he finished. He let escape an evil cackle as he snuck away
from the baby. This time she did not cry at all, which was a relief to him.
Hours passed. Mojo Jojo paced his small lair, stopping ever so often to write down whatever
came to mind. Each time he'd cackle at the brilliant scheme that built up before him. He never
remembered a time when such diabolical plans flooded his head.
by: Aloe Vera
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"Mo..jo...what..?" Professor Utonium asked, stunned. "Mojo Jojo adopted a baby! And she's really
cute, and she looks just like him, except she isn't green, and she's sooo cute!" Bubbles
squealed happily. "Isn't it great, Professor? Mojo Jojo's a daddy, just like you!"
"Ok, Ok! Calm down, Bubbles." he laughed, and looked to the others. "Are you sure he's adopting
her?" he asked them, sobering up. They both nodded.
"Yes Professor. He even said so himself, though he seemed a little surprised when he'd said
it." Blossom explained.
"Well, that is odd." he said, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
---------------------
Mojo Jojo walked into the orphanage, looking around uncomfortably and clutching the baby
tightly to his chest. "Hello again, Mr Jojo. What can I do for you this time?" asked the
secretary sweetly. "Uh I--I-" he stuttered, walking up to the front desk. "Let me guess. You
want to adopt her, right?" she said grinning. "Ah..yes.." he said as he held her tightly. "No
problem, just fill out this form, okay?" Mojo nodded, taking the form and pulling out a pen.
" 'Name of Parent(s):' Mo-jo Jo-jo." he muttered as he read. " 'Name of Child:', hmmm..." He
scratched his chin as he thought. "Ah, Mo-ko Jo-jo. 'Address:'..." He continued to mutter as he
filled out the form.
*..Ten minutes later..*
"Here." Mojo said to the secretary, handing back the form. She accepted the form
whole-heartedly. "Thank you Mr. Jojo. Now as for the rest of your forms.." the secretary paused
for her words to sink in as she fetched out a mountain of papers from beneath her desk, "Please
sign here, here, here, here, here, here..."...Two mintutes passed..."...here, here, here, here,
here, and initial this." Mojo Jojo stared in disbelief at the pile of paperwork.
"You've got to be kidding me." he groaned as he look over the forms. "Sorry, sir, it's
procedure." the secretary said. "I'll watch this little one for you while you sign these forms,
though. Alright, sir?" she asked sweetly. Mojo nodded and starting signing the forms.
An hour later Mojo Jojo walked out of the orphanage rubbing his sore wrist and cursing under
his breath. "..blasted writer's cramp...stupid forms...accursed legal system..." he muttered
and headed back to his observatory lair with his newly adopted daughter.
Mojo carried Moko into the dome structure, dropping her on a couch. "Stay." he commanded as if
she were a dog. When he got a cooing sound in reply, Mojo mumbled something to himself before
turning around and quietly storming out. Before he got to the door, the child resumed her
wretched wailing. Mojo's hands clenched into tight fists as he whipped around. He took one step
back and the crying stopped. He was relieved as he turned around and took another step towards
the door, but the wailing once again resumed. Mojo took another step back and the crying
stopped. A confused look grew on his face and he started stepping forwards the stepping back,
her crying completely synchonized with his movement.
When she was quiet again, Mojo Jojo reached one foot slowly towards the door. But once again,
as his foot reached some invisible line the child did not appprove of, she let loose on cue.
Mojo Jojo yelled and cursed to himself. Storming over to the corner of the room, he snatched
one of the few toys that still lay around his laboratory. He stormed back and shoved the doll
in her face. It squeaked feebly in her arms when she accepted it. "Coochy coo.." he mumbled
unenthusiastically, his lip quivering slightly. He turned around again and stormed towards the
door. Once again she burst into tears. He yelled once more and stormed over to her, "WHAAAT!!!
What is it? Why do you persist, why do you torment me, WHY DO YOU NOT SHUT-UP!?! WHY!?!", he
bellowed at the child. She replied with a giggle and squeeze of her doll. Mojo's arms fell limp
as he slouched over her. "Please, I must sleep, I must work on my diabolical scheme, I must
destroy the powerpuff girls! Can't you give me a moment's--", Mojo paused thoughtfully,
thinking of something dreadfully evil. A grin spread across his face as his anger seemed to
disappear altogether, "peace..." he finished. He let escape an evil cackle as he snuck away
from the baby. This time she did not cry at all, which was a relief to him.
Hours passed. Mojo Jojo paced his small lair, stopping ever so often to write down whatever
came to mind. Each time he'd cackle at the brilliant scheme that built up before him. He never
remembered a time when such diabolical plans flooded his head.