Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup were in their room playing Hide-&-Seek. Bubbles hid under their
bed and Blossom in the closet, while Buttercup roamed about the room calling "Come out, come
out where ever you are." Professor Utonium worked quietly in the lab, listening to the girls
playing around upstairs. In front of him was a set of unstable chemicals he was experimenting
with. He reached for an eyedropper and dipped it into a bubbling solution. He syphoned out a
few drops, raised it up and over to a beaker of Chemical X, and squeezed out a few drops. Upon
contact the two chemicals began bubbling. First it was shallow and barely rose past half way,
but that soon changed. The mixture rose up and foamed over the edge. The Professor's expression
grew urgent as he tried to scramble away. He barely got out of the chair when the bubbling
solution exploded, shaking the entire house.
By now Buttercup was chasing Blossom and Bubbles. Their Hide-&-Seek game had turned into a game
of tag. All three stopped simultaniously when the whole house shook with a loud explosion. The
basement door flew open with a cloud of smoke billowing out. The girls flew down the stairs as
the Professor stumbled out covered from head to toe in green slime, his hair windswept.
"Professor! What happened? Are you okay?" Blossom gasped in horror as Bubbles and Buttercup
held him up under the arms and led him to the couch.
The Professor coughed a few times before answering. "No, no. I'm fine, really girls. Just a few
unstable chemicals, that's all." He gave them a reassuring smile.
"But we heard an explosion," Blossom replied, "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, Blossom. It's nothing to worry about. Now, I'll go get cleaned up. You girls can go
back upstairs and finish your game." he said and started up the stairs and into the bathroom.
The girls looked at each other for a moment, shrugged, then floated up the stairs after him.
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Mojo jojo was in a foul mood after Miss Ebbins' visit. The woman had insisted on checking out
EVERYTHING!! She had poked and prodded every suspicious item she came across, which only served
to further aggrevate him. When she had come across his concealed contraption and insisted he
remove the sheet to show her what was under it, he had snapped. He had given her a very rough
shove away from his machine and declared that the 'visit' was over and that she leave at once,
which she had, looking very indignant. To make matters worse, the little nuisance, Moko, had
been strapped to his back and tugging his fur all the while. The moment Miss Ebbins was out the
door he had yanked her off his back, dropped her roughly to the floor and stormed away, so
completely out of it that he didn't even hear her piercing cries as he left.
Now he stood, pacing quickly about his lair and trying to relieve some of the pent-up
aggression. He wished now, more than ever, he could just go out into the city and destroy
something. ANYTHING! But, he couldn't. He couldn't take the risk of the Powerpuff Girls coming
and throwing him in jail before he could put his brilliant plan into action. His plan. The
excitement of it washed over him and dissolved every trace of his earlier aggression. Tomorrow
he would finally be rid of those wretched girls and he could take his place as Supreme Ruler of
all the world. He grinned broadly at the thought and chuckled low in his throat. The dark,
menacing sound of one who is feeling particularly diabolical. The sound that slid like liquid
from Mojo's throat as he slinked away to a dark corner of his lair.
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Moko sat on the cold steel floor, where she had been roughly dropped moments ago, and stared
around at the ever-darkening room. The sun had just set minutes ago and the sky was growing
darker and blacker. She had stopped her crying and now stared teary-eyed at the cold, dark
room. Whatever new game this was that Mojo was playing, she didn't like it. She was scared now,
and lonely. Dark, frightening shapes loomed from every dark corner and Moko grew more terrified
as they seemed to get closer. She felt on the verge of another crying fit when an odd shape
loomed above her. It stood there a moment in distasteful silence before reaching for her,
closer and closer, until...
by: Aloe Vera
***********
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup were in their room playing Hide-&-Seek. Bubbles hid under their
bed and Blossom in the closet, while Buttercup roamed about the room calling "Come out, come
out where ever you are." Professor Utonium worked quietly in the lab, listening to the girls
playing around upstairs. In front of him was a set of unstable chemicals he was experimenting
with. He reached for an eyedropper and dipped it into a bubbling solution. He syphoned out a
few drops, raised it up and over to a beaker of Chemical X, and squeezed out a few drops. Upon
contact the two chemicals began bubbling. First it was shallow and barely rose past half way,
but that soon changed. The mixture rose up and foamed over the edge. The Professor's expression
grew urgent as he tried to scramble away. He barely got out of the chair when the bubbling
solution exploded, shaking the entire house.
By now Buttercup was chasing Blossom and Bubbles. Their Hide-&-Seek game had turned into a game
of tag. All three stopped simultaniously when the whole house shook with a loud explosion. The
basement door flew open with a cloud of smoke billowing out. The girls flew down the stairs as
the Professor stumbled out covered from head to toe in green slime, his hair windswept.
"Professor! What happened? Are you okay?" Blossom gasped in horror as Bubbles and Buttercup
held him up under the arms and led him to the couch.
The Professor coughed a few times before answering. "No, no. I'm fine, really girls. Just a few
unstable chemicals, that's all." He gave them a reassuring smile.
"But we heard an explosion," Blossom replied, "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, Blossom. It's nothing to worry about. Now, I'll go get cleaned up. You girls can go
back upstairs and finish your game." he said and started up the stairs and into the bathroom.
The girls looked at each other for a moment, shrugged, then floated up the stairs after him.
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Mojo jojo was in a foul mood after Miss Ebbins' visit. The woman had insisted on checking out
EVERYTHING!! She had poked and prodded every suspicious item she came across, which only served
to further aggrevate him. When she had come across his concealed contraption and insisted he
remove the sheet to show her what was under it, he had snapped. He had given her a very rough
shove away from his machine and declared that the 'visit' was over and that she leave at once,
which she had, looking very indignant. To make matters worse, the little nuisance, Moko, had
been strapped to his back and tugging his fur all the while. The moment Miss Ebbins was out the
door he had yanked her off his back, dropped her roughly to the floor and stormed away, so
completely out of it that he didn't even hear her piercing cries as he left.
Now he stood, pacing quickly about his lair and trying to relieve some of the pent-up
aggression. He wished now, more than ever, he could just go out into the city and destroy
something. ANYTHING! But, he couldn't. He couldn't take the risk of the Powerpuff Girls coming
and throwing him in jail before he could put his brilliant plan into action. His plan. The
excitement of it washed over him and dissolved every trace of his earlier aggression. Tomorrow
he would finally be rid of those wretched girls and he could take his place as Supreme Ruler of
all the world. He grinned broadly at the thought and chuckled low in his throat. The dark,
menacing sound of one who is feeling particularly diabolical. The sound that slid like liquid
from Mojo's throat as he slinked away to a dark corner of his lair.
********
Moko sat on the cold steel floor, where she had been roughly dropped moments ago, and stared
around at the ever-darkening room. The sun had just set minutes ago and the sky was growing
darker and blacker. She had stopped her crying and now stared teary-eyed at the cold, dark
room. Whatever new game this was that Mojo was playing, she didn't like it. She was scared now,
and lonely. Dark, frightening shapes loomed from every dark corner and Moko grew more terrified
as they seemed to get closer. She felt on the verge of another crying fit when an odd shape
loomed above her. It stood there a moment in distasteful silence before reaching for her,
closer and closer, until...