Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup and the Professor packed up their picnic lunch and headed back to
the car, Buttercup glaring angrily over her shoulder at Mojo's observatory. "Buttercup, come
on, we're leaving." shouted Blossom from the car. "Okay, okay, I'm coming!" she shouted back
and spared one last glance at the observatory before floating over to the car.
The drive home was short and uneventful and they were eventually unloading the car and carrying
everything into the house. "Now, wasn't that relaxing?" the Professor asked the girls, smiling.
The girls nodded. "Good. Now, I've got some work to do down in the lab, okay? You girls go have
some fun." he said and gave a wave as he disappeared down the basement stairs into his lab.
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"Mwahahahaha!" Mojo laughed, throwing his hands in the air joyously. "By this time tomorrow
Townsville will be mine and the Powerpuff Girls will be no more!!" His evil laughter continued
to echo throughout his laboratory as he stared up at his completed machine with pure delight. A
light tugging on his fur reminded him of his daughter's presence, strapped tightly to his back,
piggy-back style. He tried his best to ignore her. Nothing could pull him away from the
excitement that gripped him now. The machine loomed an amazing 30 feet above him, knobs and
buttons were visible at the base along with a whole mess of wires and cables reaching left and
right in a maze of darkness. The mere construction of it wasn't what excited him most, turning
it on did and picturing the destruction it would bring.
His evil contraption consisted of a large square base, upon which resided four circular panels.
Suspended in the center, in green subatomic waves, was the steel sphere; The machines primary
power source. The sphere, which he had constructed himself, would release negatively and
positively charged ions together, resulting in an electrical charge which would thus provide
sufficient power for his device. The subatomic waves would then access this power via
microfiber ports in the sphere, send them up to the large dish-shaped conductor panels, which
were suspended by large thick cables, to be channeled in a narrow stream to the transmitter. A
large satellite dish would then begin transmitting specially-designed, high-frequency
soundwaves throughout the city of Townsville, rendering all of its inhabitants utterly helpless
in a painful, catatonic state and leaving him free to take over.
Mojo Jojo stared up at his machine, silently admiring his device. He let loose an evil chuckle
which soon grew into loud villianous laughter. He was cut short by the sharp ringing of his
doorbell. He turned around and glared in the direction of the door. He did not appreciate being
interrupted. He quickly stormed over to the door, yanked it open and shouted, "GO AWAY!!"
at a very shocked Miss Ebbins. "My word!" she gasped and stumbled backwards slightly at his
sudden outburst. Mojo's anger was quickly replaced by agitated embarrassment when he realized
who she was. "Sorry.." he muttered and opened the door wider to allow her passage, but before
she was across the threshold, Mojo quickly slammed the door. Realization spread across his face
as he stared up at his contraption, out in plain sight for anyone to see. He quickly scrambled
about, searching desperately for something to conceal it.
"Mr Jojo, this is uncalled for! Let me in!" Miss Ebbins shouted through the door as she pounded
furiously on it. Mojo growled in frustration as he searched the area for sufficient concealment
for his machine. A grin of delight spread across his face when he discovered a very large white
sheet. He only hoped it was big enough to cover his machine. He quickly climbed a tall ladder
and draped the sheet over the machine. After climbing back down, he surveyed his work. It was
a little crude, but it would have to do. Mojo turned back to the door, where Miss Ebbins'
shouts of anger, fierce pounding and threats to report him to the agency, emanated. He
reluctantly opened the door and let her in. Miss Ebbins entered and quickly regained her
composure, brushed some stray hairs away and straightened her glasses. "Ahem...now, where
were we?" she asked as if nothing had happened and glanced down at Mojo.
by: Aloe Vera
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Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup and the Professor packed up their picnic lunch and headed back to
the car, Buttercup glaring angrily over her shoulder at Mojo's observatory. "Buttercup, come
on, we're leaving." shouted Blossom from the car. "Okay, okay, I'm coming!" she shouted back
and spared one last glance at the observatory before floating over to the car.
The drive home was short and uneventful and they were eventually unloading the car and carrying
everything into the house. "Now, wasn't that relaxing?" the Professor asked the girls, smiling.
The girls nodded. "Good. Now, I've got some work to do down in the lab, okay? You girls go have
some fun." he said and gave a wave as he disappeared down the basement stairs into his lab.
--------------------
"Mwahahahaha!" Mojo laughed, throwing his hands in the air joyously. "By this time tomorrow
Townsville will be mine and the Powerpuff Girls will be no more!!" His evil laughter continued
to echo throughout his laboratory as he stared up at his completed machine with pure delight. A
light tugging on his fur reminded him of his daughter's presence, strapped tightly to his back,
piggy-back style. He tried his best to ignore her. Nothing could pull him away from the
excitement that gripped him now. The machine loomed an amazing 30 feet above him, knobs and
buttons were visible at the base along with a whole mess of wires and cables reaching left and
right in a maze of darkness. The mere construction of it wasn't what excited him most, turning
it on did and picturing the destruction it would bring.
His evil contraption consisted of a large square base, upon which resided four circular panels.
Suspended in the center, in green subatomic waves, was the steel sphere; The machines primary
power source. The sphere, which he had constructed himself, would release negatively and
positively charged ions together, resulting in an electrical charge which would thus provide
sufficient power for his device. The subatomic waves would then access this power via
microfiber ports in the sphere, send them up to the large dish-shaped conductor panels, which
were suspended by large thick cables, to be channeled in a narrow stream to the transmitter. A
large satellite dish would then begin transmitting specially-designed, high-frequency
soundwaves throughout the city of Townsville, rendering all of its inhabitants utterly helpless
in a painful, catatonic state and leaving him free to take over.
Mojo Jojo stared up at his machine, silently admiring his device. He let loose an evil chuckle
which soon grew into loud villianous laughter. He was cut short by the sharp ringing of his
doorbell. He turned around and glared in the direction of the door. He did not appreciate being
interrupted. He quickly stormed over to the door, yanked it open and shouted, "GO AWAY!!"
at a very shocked Miss Ebbins. "My word!" she gasped and stumbled backwards slightly at his
sudden outburst. Mojo's anger was quickly replaced by agitated embarrassment when he realized
who she was. "Sorry.." he muttered and opened the door wider to allow her passage, but before
she was across the threshold, Mojo quickly slammed the door. Realization spread across his face
as he stared up at his contraption, out in plain sight for anyone to see. He quickly scrambled
about, searching desperately for something to conceal it.
"Mr Jojo, this is uncalled for! Let me in!" Miss Ebbins shouted through the door as she pounded
furiously on it. Mojo growled in frustration as he searched the area for sufficient concealment
for his machine. A grin of delight spread across his face when he discovered a very large white
sheet. He only hoped it was big enough to cover his machine. He quickly climbed a tall ladder
and draped the sheet over the machine. After climbing back down, he surveyed his work. It was
a little crude, but it would have to do. Mojo turned back to the door, where Miss Ebbins'
shouts of anger, fierce pounding and threats to report him to the agency, emanated. He
reluctantly opened the door and let her in. Miss Ebbins entered and quickly regained her
composure, brushed some stray hairs away and straightened her glasses. "Ahem...now, where
were we?" she asked as if nothing had happened and glanced down at Mojo.