Yay! It was my B-day yesterday! Round of cake on me! Anyway, enjoy!!

"I am so sorry!" Miss Keane apologized, wiping her tears. "I claim full responsibility; my brakes were acting weird… I-I'd give you my insurance information but…" Miss Keane let out another cry of frustration.

"Good heavens! Miss Keane, are you all right?" Mr. Bradly asked.

Miss Keane nodded, "Yeah, this is just one of those days… I left my wallet at home…"

"Don't worry about it, just calm down," Mr. Bradly said, "Look, there's hardly any damage- er well, at least, it's still drivable. These things happen, why don't you call me with your information later?"

Miss Keane gave him a small smile, "Th-thank you Superintendent Bradly…"

"Here," Mrs. Moore handed her a tissue. Miss Keane took it gratefully and blew her nose.

"I am so, so, very, very sorry," Miss Keane said.

"Don't worry about it," Mr. Bradly assured her, "Accidents happen. I imagine this must be terrible for you considering who we are but rest assured…" his tone suddenly changed to angry and he began to yell, "after this utterly irresponsible mishap, I'll see to it you never win the Teacher of the Year award!"

"B-but… what?" Miss Keane looked at him in confusion. Why the sudden mood swing? As Mr. Johnson started angrily lecturing her about how because of her they were going to be late, Miss Keane narrowed her eyes and glanced beyond them to see Him leaning against a telephone pole waving at her smugly. It was all clear to her now. Miss Keane growled in contempt as Him grinned and disappeared.

"You know, I should very well call the police about this! Look at this damage! And driving without your license and registration, I should report you for that…" Mr. Bradly yelled.

"I'm very sorry but if you'll excuse me," Miss Keane said, biting her lip, trying to calm down and refrain from screaming, "I have to get to work, can't keep my kids waiting. I will call you later this evening with that information. Good-bye!" with that Miss Keane climbed back into her smashed car and drove off, not wanting to hear another word from them.

By the time she arrived at Pokey Oaks kindergarten Miss Keane was a complete wreck. Her cheeks were blotchy and moist, her eyes red and puffy and watery. She was so upset and flustered and frustrated that she wasn't sure whether she should be miserable or angry, On top of everything, her neck was stiff and sore from the accident and she had developed a headache from banging her head on the steering wheel.

What Miss Keane did know was that she and the class were going to work very hard in making sure that she was going to have the best damn presentation ever. She was going to do so well that she would wow everyone at that presentation and that little accident won't be an issue. If Him thought he could get the best of her, he was mistaken. One thing was for sure, she was not going to let a pathetic villain get the best of her anymore.

***

Miss Keane was dealing with her hardships the wrong way at first when school started that day. First of all, without even saying why, she had the class help her recreate her presentation, but she instructed them to make it better than before. She did so with such a fiery determination that it was rather frightening to her class and certainly not liker her.

Later that day at recess some of the class gathered around the jungle gym, all curious about Miss Keane's odd behaviour.

"What is up with Miss K anyway?" Buttercup folded her arms, "Is it just me, or has she been acting weird today?"

"Oh, believe me," Blossom nodded, "It is not just you."

"Yeah," Robyn said, "Y'know she seemed to be quite upset about something."

"And what happened to story time?" Mary complained. "Yesterday she was all like hardcore story teller and today she was all like, no stories today!"

"Yeah, we did colouring instead," Bubbles said quietly. "I wonder what happened to her presentation."

"What do you mean?" Mitch asked.

"Well," Bubbles shrugged, "She pretty much asked us to do what we did before."

"Only she reminded me of Hitler!" Buttercup ranted, unaware that Miss Keane was approaching them from behind her, "She probably just hated what we did and it wasn't good enough or something stupid like that. I never thought Miss K could be so bossy! I mean, what's up with that?! She was like a Nazi!"

"Uh, Buttercup…" Blossom nudged her, looking past her sister.

"She used to be so cool, but today… we haven't even begun to actually learn anything, not that I really want to but… come on! She was like all drill sergeant on us!" Buttercup whined.

"Buttercup, ixnay the anderslay…" Blossom warned.

"What? It's true and…" Buttercup looked behind her to see Miss Keane looking at her, her arms folded, her eyes were still red and now they were focused intently on Buttercup. "Uh, heh heh, hi Miss Keane."

"Buttercup," Miss Keane nodded dryly, Buttercup blushed with embarrassment. She glared at them for a moment, all of the kids present looked at her, small, concerned and confused. Miss Keane's face softened. "I'm sorry kids. I am having a bad day, I don't mean to take it out on you. Forgive me?" They shrugged and nodded hesitantly. "Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, could I see you girls inside for a moment?" Slowly the Powerpuff Girls nodded and followed Miss Keane inside.

Once inside Miss Keane sat down at her desk and sighed heavily, rubbing her stiff neck. The girls hovered by her desk, confused. After a few moments of awkward silence, more awkwardness came as Miss Keane burst into tears, "I'm sorry girls, I don't mean to break down like this but I just couldn't hold it any longer!"

"What's the matter?!" Bubbles gasped putting her small hand on her teacher's back in comfort. Miss Keane related her morning to them.

"Ooh that Him makes me so mad!" Bubbles growled.

"How retarded of him to start picking on you!" Buttercup hissed, "I mean, how low is that?! His fight is supposed to be with us, not you Miss K!"

Blossom frowned, "He does tend to hold a grudge. We should've known he'd want revenge sooner or later! We're so sorry Miss Keane."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I should've never taken it out on you guys this morning. I handled the situation terribly," Miss Keane sobbed, "It's just that… we'll he chose to attack me by ruining something so near and dear to me, I…we worked so hard on that, and then the accident…and then he still has to be a pathetic coward and manipulate the minds of my boss and everyone important linked with the award! It's cowardly, but effective. I should've never teased him, I should've just let it go and not make a spectacle out of him, I should've… oh! Never mind." she wiped her eyes, "Girls the reason I want to talk to you is because I need your help. I may have got the best of him last time, but that was just luck. And well, you are the Powerpuff…"

"Oh don't you worry Miss Keane," Bubbles soothed, "We'll help you. We've beat Him many times!"

"That is after all what we do," Buttercup grinned, giving her a soft punch on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for what I said."

"That's OK," Miss Keane smiled, sniffing a bit, feeling better now that she got it off her chest, "it was true."

"Maybe you should tell the class what happened. I'm sure they'll all be willing to help you get your presentation back in order, and we'll take care of Him for you," Blossom said.

"Not without my help you're not," Miss Keane insisted.

"So, do you have a plan?" Bubbles asked.

Miss Keane sighed, "That's the problem, I don't."

"Blossom?" Bubbles turned to her redheaded sister, "How about you?"

"No, not yet," Blossom replied.

"Neither do I," Bubbles frowned.

Buttercup piped up, "I do!" The others shifted in their seats, giving her their attention, "We find Him and beat the crap out of him!"

"No Buttercup, we need to outsmart him, get the better of him, find his weakness. Violence is not the answer," Blossom said, ignoring the irony of the statement. Buttercup folded her arms and snorted.

"How are we going to do that?" Bubbles moaned.

The four of them sat in silence wondering what to do. How does one outsmart the 'evilest of evil'?

End of Part One

(Hmm, I wonder what a support group for villains chat room looks like?)

Begin Mid-story randomness…

Him was so very happy after the work he did on ruining Miss Keane's day. He logged on to his computer and quickly announced it in the Megalomaniacs Anonymous Support group chat room.

"evilest of evil" says: Phase one in Operation Revenge on Schoolteacher complete!

"proud to be bad" says: Good for you "evilest of evils" but if it were you against me, I will crush you! Was victory yours?"

"evilest of evil" says: Victory is mine!

"proud to be bad" says: Ah yes, "evilest of evil", in the scheme of things evil will prevail! But I will crush any of you who dares try to defy me!

"evilest of evil" says: Likewise "proud to be bad".

"geniusmonkeyjojo" says: Bah you all are pathetic, you are all weak, you will never succeed for I "geniusmonkeyjojo" will prove victorious! All will bow to me, "geniusmonkeyjojo" for I am greater and more evil and powerful than all of you.

"evilest of evil" says: Shut up "geniusmonkeyjojo"!

"proud to be bad" says: Shut up "geniusmonkeyjojo"!

"geniusmonkeyjojo" says: Curses! Curses to you all! Once I succeed with my plan to take over my place of residence, being the place in which I live, the city where I dwell, I will take over the world, and all will follow ME!!

"proud to be bad" says: Note to self, once I take over the world, make "geniusmonkeyjojo" my slave….

"evilest of evil" says: Great plan "proud to be bad" but we all know I'll be the one to take over first.

"proud to be bad" says: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you "evilest of evil". Everyone knows that I am the greater villain.

"Zoë Rose" says: Now, now, can't we all just get along? You're all evil. But none of you are that great, if you were, you'd have taken over by now. Stupid villains.

"evilest of evil" says: What are you doing here? You reek of goodness. No one wants you here "Zoë Rose". Besides, I can totally take over the world if I want to. I just choose to wait… wait until the right moment. It's all part of my perfect plan for world domination. Timing is everything.

"proud to be bad" says: Ditto.

"geniusmonkeyjojo" says: Me too.

"Zoë Rose" says: Whatever. Keep telling yourselves that if it makes you feel better.

Him didn't reply now that he felt insecure again. He frowned and looked in the mirror, "I am evil, I am mean and doggone it people fear me." He repeated his mantra a few times and looked back at the computer screen. Looking at Zoë Rose's comment he frowned, "Damn fanfic authors." With that he logged off.

Well since I appreciate reviews, now boys and girls is the time where I say thank you!

Pilfered Sympathy: The bad guys in the villain support group are from all around the world, not just Townsville. 

Hairy Gregory: It's the little things that drive me insane sometimes.  That's why Him's childish pranks are so effective. 

Starship Gazer: Glad you like!

Dooly: As you saw, she's learned her lesson.

PinkPuff514: Thanks!  And you'll see how she'll get out of this mess!

And to everyone…

Since just about every review pointed out that while Him's plans are lame, he's still powerful for whatever reason… that's why he's my favorite villain to write about!  There are so many ways I could portray him.  He can be seen as the Ultimate Evil that must be feared and respected (ie "Speed Demon"), or as a lame wannabe like in this story (ie "Birthday Bash"- come on, the tooth decay excuse it lame- he lost and doesn't want to admit it) or as someone who just likes to mess with people for fun (ie "Him Diddle Riddle).  He's so ambiguous! That's the beauty of it! And considering he is the 'evilest of evil', it's kinda fun to portray him as a nutcase with serious superiority and/or inferiority complexes.