Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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[Narrator] It's a bright, beautiful Sunday morning. The girls and the Professor are enjoying a
relaxing day in the park, playing and lounging in the sun. But, all is not well in Townsville,
for deep within the lair of Mojo Jojo lurks an evil plan bent on sending all of Townsville into
chaos and mayhem. A plan so evil, so horrible, even I don't know what will happen next. Oh, I
hope the girls know what they're up against.
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The Powerpuff Girls sat with the Professor on a large rainbow coloured blanket with a picnic
basket full of sandwiches and juice. All of them were eating peanut-butter and jelly
sandwiches. Blossom had a worried look on her face. Something was definitely on her mind.
Buttercup's too. Anger and not knowing all the facts left her face in a jumble of mixed
emotions. "I still don't think he's doing anything." Blossom finally said, breaking the silence
each of them were enjoying.
"How can you say he's not doing anything, Blossom? Townsville's been safe for weeks, he's gotta
be up to something, or else he wouldn't put off destroying the city for so long. It's like
he's gone into hibernation or something." Buttercup said.
Bubbles sat quietly and listened to her sisters' quarelling.
"Maybe he's turned over a new leaf, ever think of that, Buttercup?" Blossom retorted.
"Turned over a new leaf. HA! That's a new one!" Buttercup replied, her arms crossed.
"Hey, it could be possible you know. I mean, how do you explain the fact that he adopted that
baby?" Blossom asked.
Buttercup stared for only a second before replying. "Ah, it's probably just a cover, so we
don't suspect anything."
Blossom sighed in frustration. "Buttercup, that's not Mojo's kind of behavior." Blossom argued.
"Alright, so maybe he did turn over a new leaf. A rotten one."
"Buttercup!"
"Ok, you two. I can only stand by for so long," The Professor said, "Both of you should
know not to meddle in other people's affairs. Now, maybe Mojo's plotting something, and maybe
he's not. But you can't bust in and assume things that you don't know are true or not. Come on
now, let's finish our picnic and then we can go home, ok?"
"Ok.." They both grumbled in unison.
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Meanwhile, in Mojo Jojo's not-so-secret lair, Mojo himself sat, hunched over, before a steel
table in a burgandy bathrobe with black silk trim looking hard at work. Beside him the
completed sphere shifted back and forth unevenly on the steel table, while he worked hard on
another component to add to the final product. It was shaped like a large satellite dish with a
long black antenna protruding from the center. After a few moments, he pushed the now completed
component aside and began to work tediously on a section of circuit-board, soldering on several
small electronic tidbits with a shaky hand and a careful eye. He leaned in close and shut one
eye as he began soldering two wires together. He was nearly done when a high-pitched squeal
ripped through his thoughts and made him jump in surprise, causing his hand to slip and come
into contact with the hot liquid soldering metal. He shrieked in pain and clutched his burning
finger, cursing vehemently. When the pain had subsided and he had treated to his wound, he
stormed up the stairs into Moko's room where the squeal had originated.
Mojo glared angrily at Moko, "Alright, what is it this time?", he growled. He stared into the
crib and scowled at her for a moment. She looked up innocently and, surprisingly, quietly. "For
a muse, you really know how to get on my nerves." Mojo started to walk away again but her
wailing resumed. He put his hands to his head as if it were instinct. Looking around, Mojo
desperately searched for something to shut her up. Spying to the left a scrambled rubix cube,
Mojo picked it up and gave it an absent-minded toss over his shoulder. He started for the door
again, but before he got 3 feet, he heard a heavy thump. Seconds later, there was an urgent
tugging on the hem of his bathrobe. He glanced down, where he saw Moko holding up a completed
rubix cube, a 'Looky-What-I-Did' grin plastered on her face. Mojo looked at her in utter
confusion. "How did you---?! But this--! Impossible!" he spluttered. "Give me that!" he growled
and snatched the cube away, looking over it carefully. He glanced between her and the rubix
cube several times before it dawned on him. An evil smirk spread across his face as he looked
down at her again. "It seems we have more in common than I first thought. You truely are my
daughter." he whispered as he picked her up and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. He walked
out of the room in a far brighter mood than before.
by: Aloe Vera
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[Narrator] It's a bright, beautiful Sunday morning. The girls and the Professor are enjoying a
relaxing day in the park, playing and lounging in the sun. But, all is not well in Townsville,
for deep within the lair of Mojo Jojo lurks an evil plan bent on sending all of Townsville into
chaos and mayhem. A plan so evil, so horrible, even I don't know what will happen next. Oh, I
hope the girls know what they're up against.
--------------------
The Powerpuff Girls sat with the Professor on a large rainbow coloured blanket with a picnic
basket full of sandwiches and juice. All of them were eating peanut-butter and jelly
sandwiches. Blossom had a worried look on her face. Something was definitely on her mind.
Buttercup's too. Anger and not knowing all the facts left her face in a jumble of mixed
emotions. "I still don't think he's doing anything." Blossom finally said, breaking the silence
each of them were enjoying.
"How can you say he's not doing anything, Blossom? Townsville's been safe for weeks, he's gotta
be up to something, or else he wouldn't put off destroying the city for so long. It's like
he's gone into hibernation or something." Buttercup said.
Bubbles sat quietly and listened to her sisters' quarelling.
"Maybe he's turned over a new leaf, ever think of that, Buttercup?" Blossom retorted.
"Turned over a new leaf. HA! That's a new one!" Buttercup replied, her arms crossed.
"Hey, it could be possible you know. I mean, how do you explain the fact that he adopted that
baby?" Blossom asked.
Buttercup stared for only a second before replying. "Ah, it's probably just a cover, so we
don't suspect anything."
Blossom sighed in frustration. "Buttercup, that's not Mojo's kind of behavior." Blossom argued.
"Alright, so maybe he did turn over a new leaf. A rotten one."
"Buttercup!"
"Ok, you two. I can only stand by for so long," The Professor said, "Both of you should
know not to meddle in other people's affairs. Now, maybe Mojo's plotting something, and maybe
he's not. But you can't bust in and assume things that you don't know are true or not. Come on
now, let's finish our picnic and then we can go home, ok?"
"Ok.." They both grumbled in unison.
--------------------
Meanwhile, in Mojo Jojo's not-so-secret lair, Mojo himself sat, hunched over, before a steel
table in a burgandy bathrobe with black silk trim looking hard at work. Beside him the
completed sphere shifted back and forth unevenly on the steel table, while he worked hard on
another component to add to the final product. It was shaped like a large satellite dish with a
long black antenna protruding from the center. After a few moments, he pushed the now completed
component aside and began to work tediously on a section of circuit-board, soldering on several
small electronic tidbits with a shaky hand and a careful eye. He leaned in close and shut one
eye as he began soldering two wires together. He was nearly done when a high-pitched squeal
ripped through his thoughts and made him jump in surprise, causing his hand to slip and come
into contact with the hot liquid soldering metal. He shrieked in pain and clutched his burning
finger, cursing vehemently. When the pain had subsided and he had treated to his wound, he
stormed up the stairs into Moko's room where the squeal had originated.
Mojo glared angrily at Moko, "Alright, what is it this time?", he growled. He stared into the
crib and scowled at her for a moment. She looked up innocently and, surprisingly, quietly. "For
a muse, you really know how to get on my nerves." Mojo started to walk away again but her
wailing resumed. He put his hands to his head as if it were instinct. Looking around, Mojo
desperately searched for something to shut her up. Spying to the left a scrambled rubix cube,
Mojo picked it up and gave it an absent-minded toss over his shoulder. He started for the door
again, but before he got 3 feet, he heard a heavy thump. Seconds later, there was an urgent
tugging on the hem of his bathrobe. He glanced down, where he saw Moko holding up a completed
rubix cube, a 'Looky-What-I-Did' grin plastered on her face. Mojo looked at her in utter
confusion. "How did you---?! But this--! Impossible!" he spluttered. "Give me that!" he growled
and snatched the cube away, looking over it carefully. He glanced between her and the rubix
cube several times before it dawned on him. An evil smirk spread across his face as he looked
down at her again. "It seems we have more in common than I first thought. You truely are my
daughter." he whispered as he picked her up and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. He walked
out of the room in a far brighter mood than before.