Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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"AARGH!!" Buttercup screamed, "I can't believe we didn't do anything! I know he's up to
something! He's always up to something!". Buttercup raced around the room in complete
incoherant anger, Blossom trying desperately to calm her down, "Buttercup, you know we can't
do anything unless he's done something wrong. Otherwise, we just gotta ignore it." She followed
Buttercup as she stormed around, kicking and throwing things this way and that. Blossom
figured it had to do something with her pent up energy. Since she hadn't had anything to
destroy, or anyone to defeat, here energy made her angry and required things to take it out
on. "Oh, why did the danger grid have to go on the fritz? Buttercup's going to bring the whole
house down." Blossom complained to herself.
Bubbles sat on the bed with her knees tucked against her, watching her two sisters race about
the room. She had to duck several times to avoid flying debris caused by Buttercup's
destructive behavior. "I wanna see the baby." she finally spoke, causing both her sisters
to stop in their tracks. "Bubbles you know that's none of our business." Blossom tried to
explain, but it was already too late. Buttercup was more than up for it. "Finally a good
suggestion! I can't stand holding out here." she cheered. A small plastic chair behind her
crumbled to the ground in a puff of dust.
Blossom sighed in defeat. "Alright, but only a little peek, nothing too big, got it Buttercup?"
she said, shooting her sister a stern glare. Buttercup's arms were crossed. She nodded anyway,
"Come on, already. Who know's what he's up to." Before Blossom or even Bubbles could say
another word, she was already out the window, leaving a green streak in her wake. Blossom and
Bubbles raced after her, Blossom being afraid of what might happen if she was let out of her
sight.
All three Powerpuff Girls raced through the sky, leaving the usual blue, green, and pink
streaks behind them. They reached Mojo Jojo's lair in a matter of minutes. Slowing down, they
floated up to a small window on the far edge of the dome. It was all fogged up, probably
because of the heat the lair produced verses the cool night air outside. Synchronized, the
three of them made three small circles in the foggy window so they could see inside.
Their faces all lit up in one way or another, "Whoa! You gotta be kidding me!" Buttercup nearly
shouted. "Aaaawww, they're so cuute!" Bubbles squealed. Blossom stared in disbelief, "Wow, I
didn't expect that."
Inside, Mojo Jojo sat slumped over in a chair, surprisingly, surrounded by what looked like a
parent's nightmare. Toys and baby clothing buried every remaining patch of floor, the walls now
a brilliant pink. In the middle of the room sat Mojo with reading glasses on, rocking a newly
acquired crib. He leaned back in a comfy armchair, rocking the crib back and forth with his
feet and plotting his latest evil scheme. He held a pencil firmly in hand, scratching every few
moments on a small pad of paper. "Wow, I wonder how all of this happened." Blossom whispered
softly to her sisters.
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[earlier that day]
*ding dong* The doorbell echoed sharply through the observatory. Mojo pulled himself from his
scheming and answered the door, grumbling to himself. "What!" he snapped at the figure standing
there. "Hello, my name is Laura Ebbins. I'm from Social Services and I'm here to ensure that
the living conditions for one, Moko Jojo, are up to our standards." she introduced herself.
"Oh, no, no, no, no." she tsked, glancing around his lair. "This will not do, look at all these
horribly pointy objects she could hurt herself on. This is not a baby-safe home, sir. Unless
you can fix all of this, I'm afraid I'll have to take the child away. I will return tomorrow
and if this place does not meet the Social Services standards we WILL take the child." With
that Miss Ebbins turned and left without another word, leaving a speechless Mojo staring after
her. Mojo turned, grumbling and slammed the door shut. He took a look around his lair with a
critical eye. He didn't see what was wrong with it, it looked perfectly safe to him. If the
little brat hurt herself then it was her own fault, he figured. But, as much as he hated to
admit it, he didn't want them to take her away. So, setting his scheming aside for the moment,
he set to work on implimenting some changes to his home.
by: Aloe Vera
***********
"AARGH!!" Buttercup screamed, "I can't believe we didn't do anything! I know he's up to
something! He's always up to something!". Buttercup raced around the room in complete
incoherant anger, Blossom trying desperately to calm her down, "Buttercup, you know we can't
do anything unless he's done something wrong. Otherwise, we just gotta ignore it." She followed
Buttercup as she stormed around, kicking and throwing things this way and that. Blossom
figured it had to do something with her pent up energy. Since she hadn't had anything to
destroy, or anyone to defeat, here energy made her angry and required things to take it out
on. "Oh, why did the danger grid have to go on the fritz? Buttercup's going to bring the whole
house down." Blossom complained to herself.
Bubbles sat on the bed with her knees tucked against her, watching her two sisters race about
the room. She had to duck several times to avoid flying debris caused by Buttercup's
destructive behavior. "I wanna see the baby." she finally spoke, causing both her sisters
to stop in their tracks. "Bubbles you know that's none of our business." Blossom tried to
explain, but it was already too late. Buttercup was more than up for it. "Finally a good
suggestion! I can't stand holding out here." she cheered. A small plastic chair behind her
crumbled to the ground in a puff of dust.
Blossom sighed in defeat. "Alright, but only a little peek, nothing too big, got it Buttercup?"
she said, shooting her sister a stern glare. Buttercup's arms were crossed. She nodded anyway,
"Come on, already. Who know's what he's up to." Before Blossom or even Bubbles could say
another word, she was already out the window, leaving a green streak in her wake. Blossom and
Bubbles raced after her, Blossom being afraid of what might happen if she was let out of her
sight.
All three Powerpuff Girls raced through the sky, leaving the usual blue, green, and pink
streaks behind them. They reached Mojo Jojo's lair in a matter of minutes. Slowing down, they
floated up to a small window on the far edge of the dome. It was all fogged up, probably
because of the heat the lair produced verses the cool night air outside. Synchronized, the
three of them made three small circles in the foggy window so they could see inside.
Their faces all lit up in one way or another, "Whoa! You gotta be kidding me!" Buttercup nearly
shouted. "Aaaawww, they're so cuute!" Bubbles squealed. Blossom stared in disbelief, "Wow, I
didn't expect that."
Inside, Mojo Jojo sat slumped over in a chair, surprisingly, surrounded by what looked like a
parent's nightmare. Toys and baby clothing buried every remaining patch of floor, the walls now
a brilliant pink. In the middle of the room sat Mojo with reading glasses on, rocking a newly
acquired crib. He leaned back in a comfy armchair, rocking the crib back and forth with his
feet and plotting his latest evil scheme. He held a pencil firmly in hand, scratching every few
moments on a small pad of paper. "Wow, I wonder how all of this happened." Blossom whispered
softly to her sisters.
-------------------
[earlier that day]
*ding dong* The doorbell echoed sharply through the observatory. Mojo pulled himself from his
scheming and answered the door, grumbling to himself. "What!" he snapped at the figure standing
there. "Hello, my name is Laura Ebbins. I'm from Social Services and I'm here to ensure that
the living conditions for one, Moko Jojo, are up to our standards." she introduced herself.
"Oh, no, no, no, no." she tsked, glancing around his lair. "This will not do, look at all these
horribly pointy objects she could hurt herself on. This is not a baby-safe home, sir. Unless
you can fix all of this, I'm afraid I'll have to take the child away. I will return tomorrow
and if this place does not meet the Social Services standards we WILL take the child." With
that Miss Ebbins turned and left without another word, leaving a speechless Mojo staring after
her. Mojo turned, grumbling and slammed the door shut. He took a look around his lair with a
critical eye. He didn't see what was wrong with it, it looked perfectly safe to him. If the
little brat hurt herself then it was her own fault, he figured. But, as much as he hated to
admit it, he didn't want them to take her away. So, setting his scheming aside for the moment,
he set to work on implimenting some changes to his home.