Chapter Eight



"Well that wraps up another one," said the police officer as a strangely quiet Mojo Jojo was led away. "Too bad that armored nut who started this whole thing got away."

"At least he got Mojo," said Blossom. "I don't think we have to worry."

"Let's hope you're right," said the officer. He tipped his hat and left.

Carrying their father, the Powergirls flew to an isolated spot on the edge of town. Booby Frett was almost done with repairs. His ship hadn't needed many, but it was unwise to go into space with the slightest thing wrong.

"Did it go all right in town?" he asked the Puffs after they landed.

"Yes," said the Professor. "Everyone thinks you're long gone."

"You'd better not be double crossing us Frett," said Buttercup.

Blossom debated what to say. Frett had helped to save Townsville, but letting him go was a risk. She shared her sister's concern, but didn't want to sound as harsh.

"Don't worry Buttercup," said Frett. "I've seen enough suffering. Caused enough, including to myself. I've learned that I can help people."

"What will you do know?" asked the Professor.

"I'm going home. After getting to know my family again (if they'll still have me) I might try to join the Space Protectors. They're the equivalent of the police in my home sector. Maybe I can make up for some of what I've done."

"Good luck Frett," said Bubbles.

"And thanks for helping us stop Mojo," said Buttercup, somewhat grudgingly.

"Glad I could help," said Frett. He wondered what to say next. He wanted to express his regret for he'd done when he first arrived, but didn't know how. You don't just say, "By the way, sorry I tried to kill you." Maybe it was best to leave that unmentioned.

"Well time to go. Thanks for letting me leave."

He turned and entered his craft. He looked back and returned the waves. The Powerpuffs and their father cleared the area so that he could take off in silent mode.

"Think he's really going straight?" asked Bubbles.

"I hope so," said Blossom.

"So do I," said the Professor.

Booby Frett was planning to go straight. Fighting Mojo was his first major victory and it was for a good cause. He know knew the path he wanted. It was time to go back to his relatives. He'd avoid his successful, bounty hunting cousin, but there were others he had to see and in some cases





apologize to. Maybe they'd open up after seeing the change. Booby Frett would make good.

"Did I check the water tanks?" he thought. "Hope there's enough fresh water for the toilets."

Or at least he'd try.



END