Papa Jojo
by: Aloe Vera
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At 7 am precisely, Professor Utonium entered swiftly into the Powerpuff Girls' room holding
their day clothes in the curve of his arm, "Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, time to get ready for
school." Both Blossom and Bubbles woke up almost instantly, but Buttercup remained like a stone
for several minutes before she was finally coaxed awake by her sisters. Rubbing her eyes, she
yawned and got up with her sisters. They changed out of their nighties and into their day
clothes, heading downstairs with the Professor for breakfast. All four of them sat at the
table, shoveling cereal into their mouths. Buttercup swayed back and forth over her bowl
several times, threatening to drop asleep. She did several seconds later, getting a face full
of cereal and milk.
"Oh! Buttercup, what's the matter? Why are you so tired all of a sudden?" The Professor
asked worriedly. He got up from his chair and grabbed a towel from a nearby rack. He used it to
wipe the milk and 'Cracklers' cereal off her face. Buttercup yawned in response, but didn't
answer. "I told her beating up so many monsters would finally catch up with her. I guess this
proves me right, huh, Buttercup?" She was awake enough to notice an insult, "Maybe if you two'd
cover my back more, I wouldn't have to take them all on myself!" Buttercup crossed her arms and
humphed. "Hey! We all do our fair share. If you didn't go barging into every fight blindly, we
wouldn't have to save you so much." "Yeah." was Bubble's only response for the morning. "Now,
now, girls. I don't want you all riled up before school."
That ended the feud between the two angry sisters. Bubbles merely sat quietly, watching the
two. Professor Utonium gathered his car keys and headed for the front door, the Powerpuff Girls
not far behind. He opened the door and the girls whizzed past him. The were in the car before
he even got there. Putting the key into the ignition, he drove them off to school.
The Professor returned no more than 15 minutes later, parking in his garage. He exited the
vehicle and began the process of cleaning up their messes scattered throughout the house.
Picking up paper drawings, candy wrappers, and balled up paper, he discarded them, haplessly,
into a nearby trash can. Utonium started upstairs with a vacuum cleaner, sucking up bits of
fluff and such left by the pile of toys in the corner. Pile of toys? That wasn't there last
night. Professor Utonium scratched his head and started over to it. Before he got within 5
feet, something moved beneath the dolls. He instinctively grabbed his vacuum and held it up in
a defensive position.
Creeping ever so slowly, the Professor removed dolls from the top to see what was beneath. He
wasn't really scared or anything, he was simply startled at first. Upon removing the dolls, the
Professor stared down at a small monkey toy in baby clothes. "What's this? I don't remember
buying any new toys. Certainly nothing that looks like this." He reached out a finger and poked
it in the belly. It giggled, then stopped. He poked it again and it giggled once more. Perhaps
it was an old one. He reached out a hand to pick it up and was suddenly surprised when it bit
his hand. He pulled back, but the toy had a hold on his finger. The Professor waved his arm
around until the thing flew off and landed on the bed. Once again he held up the vacuum cleaner
in defense. When the baby started giggling by itself, a shocked look crossed his face; baby
monkey? This must be Mojo Jojo's daughter, the one he had recently adopted.
What was she doing here of all places? He walked over to Moko and sat down on the bed next to
her. He stared carefully at her, concluding that she didn't seem hurt, at least not physically.
He was going to have to question the girls about this. One of them most certainly brought her
here. Probably worrying for her safety. "Oh, girls.." he sighed and picked the baby up under
the arms. "You are a cutey, aren't you?" He cooed and put her in his arms, rubbing her gently
on the head.
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Mojo Jojo paced back and forth, the doll clutched tightly behind his back, and he glanced at
the large hole in the wall. What to do? Should he go ahead with his plan, or find his daughter?
He finally decided on the latter. No matter how much he wanted to destroy the Powerpuff Girls,
he figured it could wait a few more hours. He had grown quite attached to the child over the
past few weeks and, though he would never admit it, felt he couldn't live without her.
So, he got to work and examined the 'crime scene'. There were only three people he knew who
could bust a hole like that in his wall and that was Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup; The
Powerpuff Girls. He should've known. They were always doing things like this to make him
miserable, at least, in his eyes they did. After one last glance at the hole in the wall,
(Great, more damage to repair. Curses!), he slipped off to plan his daughter's rescue.
by: Aloe Vera
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At 7 am precisely, Professor Utonium entered swiftly into the Powerpuff Girls' room holding
their day clothes in the curve of his arm, "Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, time to get ready for
school." Both Blossom and Bubbles woke up almost instantly, but Buttercup remained like a stone
for several minutes before she was finally coaxed awake by her sisters. Rubbing her eyes, she
yawned and got up with her sisters. They changed out of their nighties and into their day
clothes, heading downstairs with the Professor for breakfast. All four of them sat at the
table, shoveling cereal into their mouths. Buttercup swayed back and forth over her bowl
several times, threatening to drop asleep. She did several seconds later, getting a face full
of cereal and milk.
"Oh! Buttercup, what's the matter? Why are you so tired all of a sudden?" The Professor
asked worriedly. He got up from his chair and grabbed a towel from a nearby rack. He used it to
wipe the milk and 'Cracklers' cereal off her face. Buttercup yawned in response, but didn't
answer. "I told her beating up so many monsters would finally catch up with her. I guess this
proves me right, huh, Buttercup?" She was awake enough to notice an insult, "Maybe if you two'd
cover my back more, I wouldn't have to take them all on myself!" Buttercup crossed her arms and
humphed. "Hey! We all do our fair share. If you didn't go barging into every fight blindly, we
wouldn't have to save you so much." "Yeah." was Bubble's only response for the morning. "Now,
now, girls. I don't want you all riled up before school."
That ended the feud between the two angry sisters. Bubbles merely sat quietly, watching the
two. Professor Utonium gathered his car keys and headed for the front door, the Powerpuff Girls
not far behind. He opened the door and the girls whizzed past him. The were in the car before
he even got there. Putting the key into the ignition, he drove them off to school.
The Professor returned no more than 15 minutes later, parking in his garage. He exited the
vehicle and began the process of cleaning up their messes scattered throughout the house.
Picking up paper drawings, candy wrappers, and balled up paper, he discarded them, haplessly,
into a nearby trash can. Utonium started upstairs with a vacuum cleaner, sucking up bits of
fluff and such left by the pile of toys in the corner. Pile of toys? That wasn't there last
night. Professor Utonium scratched his head and started over to it. Before he got within 5
feet, something moved beneath the dolls. He instinctively grabbed his vacuum and held it up in
a defensive position.
Creeping ever so slowly, the Professor removed dolls from the top to see what was beneath. He
wasn't really scared or anything, he was simply startled at first. Upon removing the dolls, the
Professor stared down at a small monkey toy in baby clothes. "What's this? I don't remember
buying any new toys. Certainly nothing that looks like this." He reached out a finger and poked
it in the belly. It giggled, then stopped. He poked it again and it giggled once more. Perhaps
it was an old one. He reached out a hand to pick it up and was suddenly surprised when it bit
his hand. He pulled back, but the toy had a hold on his finger. The Professor waved his arm
around until the thing flew off and landed on the bed. Once again he held up the vacuum cleaner
in defense. When the baby started giggling by itself, a shocked look crossed his face; baby
monkey? This must be Mojo Jojo's daughter, the one he had recently adopted.
What was she doing here of all places? He walked over to Moko and sat down on the bed next to
her. He stared carefully at her, concluding that she didn't seem hurt, at least not physically.
He was going to have to question the girls about this. One of them most certainly brought her
here. Probably worrying for her safety. "Oh, girls.." he sighed and picked the baby up under
the arms. "You are a cutey, aren't you?" He cooed and put her in his arms, rubbing her gently
on the head.
--------------------
Mojo Jojo paced back and forth, the doll clutched tightly behind his back, and he glanced at
the large hole in the wall. What to do? Should he go ahead with his plan, or find his daughter?
He finally decided on the latter. No matter how much he wanted to destroy the Powerpuff Girls,
he figured it could wait a few more hours. He had grown quite attached to the child over the
past few weeks and, though he would never admit it, felt he couldn't live without her.
So, he got to work and examined the 'crime scene'. There were only three people he knew who
could bust a hole like that in his wall and that was Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup; The
Powerpuff Girls. He should've known. They were always doing things like this to make him
miserable, at least, in his eyes they did. After one last glance at the hole in the wall,
(Great, more damage to repair. Curses!), he slipped off to plan his daughter's rescue.