The Sad End of the Powerpuff Girls
It was bound to happen. But nobody could believe it when it did. The funny thing is, if someone told you about it and that the Powerpuff Girls did it to themselves but not which one, you would probably automatically blame Buttercup. But you'd be wrong. It was Blossom.
Scene: A large warehouse. Everything has 'US Army' stamped all over it.
Blossom: Come on, girls, let's get started on the inventory. They picked us to count all the nuclear bombs and missiles and stuff, 'cause they know we'll do it safely!
Buttercup: Yeah. This stuff could destroy Townsville if you aren't careful.
Bubbles: And no one's more carefuller than us!
They started carefully moving piles of huge missiles so they could count them, and then it happened. Blossom couldn't see over the top of a big missile and she banged her knee into a stack of bombs. She held onto the nuclear missile, but….something even worse happened than what would have if the missile blew up.
Blossom dropped an F bomb.
The mushroom cloud of public indignation vaporized 90% of Cartoon Network's audience. The girls themselves were blown quite a distance, and not to Adult Swim, where everyone thought they'd end up. They wound up on HBO, and right smack into The Sopranos time slot, where WB-AOL-TW could make a hell of a lot more money.
This did not sit well with Tony. He ordered that the Powerpuff Girls be whacked.
It happened at a restaurant, where just about all mob whackings take place. The good ones, anyway. But not at an Italian restaurant, and not with guns, which everyone knew didn't hurt the Powerpuff Girls. Tony set up a 'meeting' at his favorite Indian joint to 'welcome' the newcomers ta da neighborhood with some nice chicken Vindaloo. The hit took place later that night.
Scene: The Powerpuff Girls bedroom. Blossom and Bubbles are standing outside the bathroom and not looking very well. Blossom is holding her stomach and Bubbles has her hands over her mouth. Her face is kinda green.
Blossom: Hurry the f**k up and get off the toilet, Buttercup, I'm gonna f****n' explode!
Cut to the bathroom and Buttercup sitting on the john. Her face is green too.
Buttercup: (loud sound effect) Ohhhhh, I'm f****n' dyin'! Go s**t somewhere else, Blossom, I'm s****n' my f****n' brains out in here!
Bubbles: (o/c) Urrrpp!!! (splash sound effects)
Blossom: (o/c) Ahhh! Bubbles, you little f**k! She just f****n' puked all over me! Ahhh, Buttercup, you a*****e, hurry up, I can't hold it! It's starting to come ouuuuuuut! (long, loud sound effect). Ohhhhhhh….
And that was just the beginning of a 22 minute episode.
The people watching HBO went, "WTF? What the hell is this s**t? When I wanna watch f****n' crappy potty-mouth cartoons, I'll watch South Park!"
And that was it for Powerpuff Girls. Which caught some, but not all of the writers and producers totally by surprise.
"What the hell? We started relying on fart jokes and toilet humor way back as far as 'Rowdyruff Boys' and they ate it up!"
"Told you we shoulda had them having sex instead."
"Naw, that wouldn't have worked, either. Every other show in prime-time is doing that."
"Yeah, you're right. Guess it's time to quit."
And so it was.