Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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Drills hissed and hammers clanked as Mojo Jojo set to work on his latest scheme. The scheme
that would make every other plan he set forth, look like child's play. The scheme that would
once and for all ensure the complete destruction of the Powerpuff Girls!
Mojo loomed over a sphere no bigger than his head. He pulled a welding mask over his face and
lit a blow torch, melting together the parts required to assemble his masterful plan. Mojo
Jojo's face glowed with eager anticipation as to the results of such a plan. And to think, it
was all thanks to that sweet little-- Mojo's thoughts were suddenly caught of guard when Moko's
crying resumed. "AARGH!" he growled. All the noise he was making must have woken her up. He
sullenly marched up the stairs at a slow pace, dragging his arms behind him. Mojo left his blow
torch behind, but he forgot he was wearing the welding mask. The second Moko saw the
rectangular face, her crying intensified and grew unbearable. He had to put his hands to his
ears to block out the sound, but it didn't work. Mojo Jojo walked over to the crib and picked
Moko up, "There, there." Mojo mumbled. He fidgited, partially from anger, but remained waiting
until her crying ceased. Her crying didn't stop though, it only grew worse now that she was
closer to him. He was oddly confused by now, until of course, he realized he was still wearing
the welding mask from before. With a sheepish grin, he removed the mask and set it on a nearby
table. The crying stopped seconds after.
She still didn't act right. Her stomache grumbled and Mojo didn't like what was about to come
next. When it came, he wasn't really surprised, but still showed a look of amazement when Moko
let loose on his suit. "Eeew!" he shouted immediately, flinging the baby back into her crib.
Mojo wiped at the barf left on his only suit not in the wash. He cursed incoherently as he
groped for a towel and wiped himself off with it. When he finished, Mojo stormed over to Moko
and growled in her face, "What was that for?". She only smiled and giggled. A brow twitched as
he left the room and returned down the stairs towards the laundry room. Inside he walked behind
a changing screen and removed his cape and uniform, kicking off his boots and snapping off his
gloves. Mojo Jojo exited the other side wearing a white towel with his initials. He took a
quick shower to relieve himself of the smell of vomit. Afterwards he quickly returned to
working on his master plan to rid himself of the Powerpuff Girls.
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(A/N): Sorry this chapter's short. I'm running low on ideas.
by: Aloe Vera
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Drills hissed and hammers clanked as Mojo Jojo set to work on his latest scheme. The scheme
that would make every other plan he set forth, look like child's play. The scheme that would
once and for all ensure the complete destruction of the Powerpuff Girls!
Mojo loomed over a sphere no bigger than his head. He pulled a welding mask over his face and
lit a blow torch, melting together the parts required to assemble his masterful plan. Mojo
Jojo's face glowed with eager anticipation as to the results of such a plan. And to think, it
was all thanks to that sweet little-- Mojo's thoughts were suddenly caught of guard when Moko's
crying resumed. "AARGH!" he growled. All the noise he was making must have woken her up. He
sullenly marched up the stairs at a slow pace, dragging his arms behind him. Mojo left his blow
torch behind, but he forgot he was wearing the welding mask. The second Moko saw the
rectangular face, her crying intensified and grew unbearable. He had to put his hands to his
ears to block out the sound, but it didn't work. Mojo Jojo walked over to the crib and picked
Moko up, "There, there." Mojo mumbled. He fidgited, partially from anger, but remained waiting
until her crying ceased. Her crying didn't stop though, it only grew worse now that she was
closer to him. He was oddly confused by now, until of course, he realized he was still wearing
the welding mask from before. With a sheepish grin, he removed the mask and set it on a nearby
table. The crying stopped seconds after.
She still didn't act right. Her stomache grumbled and Mojo didn't like what was about to come
next. When it came, he wasn't really surprised, but still showed a look of amazement when Moko
let loose on his suit. "Eeew!" he shouted immediately, flinging the baby back into her crib.
Mojo wiped at the barf left on his only suit not in the wash. He cursed incoherently as he
groped for a towel and wiped himself off with it. When he finished, Mojo stormed over to Moko
and growled in her face, "What was that for?". She only smiled and giggled. A brow twitched as
he left the room and returned down the stairs towards the laundry room. Inside he walked behind
a changing screen and removed his cape and uniform, kicking off his boots and snapping off his
gloves. Mojo Jojo exited the other side wearing a white towel with his initials. He took a
quick shower to relieve himself of the smell of vomit. Afterwards he quickly returned to
working on his master plan to rid himself of the Powerpuff Girls.
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(A/N): Sorry this chapter's short. I'm running low on ideas.