A/N First of all, I feel I should point out that Him was too distracted to be worried about the deal he made. This is going in a direction I never expected. (gotta love it and hate it when that happens) Also I referred to a couple of you, if you don't want to be mentioned, let me know and I'll change it. 

Enjoy!

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"Professional slump hey?" Him frowned considering various comments he heard throughout the day as he feebly attempted to manipulate the class and the judges, "Losing my touch am I? Hmph, those brats and their wretched teacher don't know who they're dealing with. No longer trying? We'll see. Did it ever occur to those brats that I just might be giving them false confidence? I'll show them who's boss!" he hissed, so enraged and preoccupied with his plot for revenge he had almost forgotten about his deal with the Powerpuff girls regarding his name. If he was paying more attention, he would realize how serious the situation was for him, for if anyone did find out his name, he would be done for.

*****

That night the class of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten made their own extravagant lists of possible names for Him as did Miss Keane, as she added some final touches to her presentation. "Hmm, what do you think Valentino?" Miss Keane asked. "Does Him look like a Dooly to you?"

Valentino just purred contently on her lap as she stroked his fur.

"No, I don't think so," she shook her head amused. She leaned back in her recliner and sighed, exhausted. It was a harrowing day dealing with Superintendent Bradly and Mrs. Moore, but her wonderful class was amazing. Never again would she be blessed with such fine students, she knew that a class like that came once in a lifetime. "How about Peaches?" she giggled.

Suddenly Valentino's hair stood on end and he tensed up, giving a low hiss.

"Valentino?" she asked, sitting up to attention, "What's the matter?" Valentino hissed again as Miss Keane looked around to see her patio door in the kitchen open as the yellow curtains blew freely in the breeze. She scrambled to her feet and headed into the kitchen and shut the door. A crash in the living room prompted Miss Keane to grab a frying pan from the sink. Someone was in the house.

She held the frying pan high, ready to strike any intruder. She turned the corner, and although she wasn't surprised to see Him, she was startled. "You!" she hissed raising the frying pan high and taking a swing. He gave a sly grin and stepped aside as he blew red dust into her face. She stopped in her tracks and fell. She was out like a light before she even hit the ground.

*****

The next morning everyone was excited about playing a guessing game. Some kids had super long lists of names, or random words, or random letters as was the case with one kid who guessed Qhvfrbzdpoqpkvmwmjtyupkfsahp. No one was willing to try and say it out loud.  After about five minutes of the class talking and joking about how pathetic Him's fight was the day before Elmer Sglue exclaimed, "Hey! It's 8:05! Where's Miss Keane?"

"It's not like her to be late!" Blossom agreed.

"Especially today!" Bubbles gasped worriedly, "Tonight's the night of her big presentation, if word got out that she was late…"

"Here she comes!" Buttercup pointed out the window to see a frazzled Miss Keane step out of her car.

"Hello class, sorry I'm late. Traffic was horrible," she sighed.

"That's OK Miss Keane," Mary said, "We've got a lot of names gathered. One of them is bound to be…"

"Names? For what?" she asked.

"Him."

"Who?"

"Him!"

"Oh yeah… what?!" she gasped with a hint of panic.

"Have you gone senile woman?" Buttercup asked, "Remember, in order to get control of Him we're going guess his name just like in that story!"

"Wait, where is he anyway?" Miss Keane asked, "Doesn't he have to be here if we're going to guess his name?"

"Actually, he never did specify. He didn't seem to worried," Blossom said, "But I figure it doesn't matter, since he tends to eavesdrop on us anyway."

"That doesn't make any sense," Miss Keane sighed, "I think we should wait until he gets here."

"Unless he won't show up," Buttercup muttered, "Maybe that's why the freak didn't seem worried yesterday. 'They can't guess right if I don't show up! I'm a stupid coward!'" she mimicked his voice which caused the entire class to laugh.

"Yeah," Miss Keane nodded, indecently the only one not laughing, the ever observant Blossom took note of this. "OK class, we'll deal with Him when he gets here, for now, let's get started on our lesson." she went to the chalkboard, "Oh and Buttercup, you've earned yourself a detention."

"What?" she snorted, "What for?"

"That snide comment you made about me," she replied, "I don't appreciate your attitude."

"It was a joke!" Buttercup protested, "You're not old enough to be senile!" Everyone seemed to be rather surprised because Miss Keane was not the type to hand out detention at the drop of a hat.

"I don't care. If you argue the matter any further, you'll get more detention." she hissed.

"Did Mr. Bradly say anything about you not being strict enough or something?" Buttercup asked.

"OK, make that two more hours. I said no arguing," Miss Keane said. "I think you need to learn how to respect my authority!"

"Bu…" Buttercup was about to protest when Blossom nudged her.

Blossom scribbled something in her notebook and ripped out the paper and handed it to Bubbles and Buttercup. "Something is up with Miss K. Him maybe?" the note said. Upon seeing it all three shared a glance and nodded. They watched her a bit more closely as she taught the class.

After a while, it became obvious that the woman before them was either under Him's control or not Miss Keane at all. She was uncharacteristically mean. The big clincher that made it obvious to everyone was when Miss Keane told Buttercup to stand in the corner after she called Him a big dork. Smoke practically blew out of Miss Keane's ears and her tone of voice was way off when she hissed down her neck, "You are in so much trouble young lady!"

Buttercup narrowed her eyes, "And you are so not Miss Keane." she blew a raspberry.

"And it took you that long to figure it out you stupid little girl?" Miss Keane asked as a swirl of pink smoke surrounded her feet and moved it's way up until it was not Miss Keane, but Him standing before them. He went from his normal form to his threatening demonic form that they only saw once before, in an alternate future only he grew merely a few inches taller than before as opposed to the menacing giant he was last time. He grabbed Buttercup by the collar as Blossom and Bubbles floated up into the air ready for battle while all the other kids dived under their desks, frightened.

"Let her go you freak!" Blossom hissed.

"What have you done with Miss Keane?" Buttercup demanded.

"Oh she's fine," he replied. "Although I doubt she'll be when I'm through with her." he roughly tossed Buttercup into her sisters, "Let's see if you can find her in time! And as for your stupid guessing game, clocks ticking. I said that you have a day to guess, that means you have until four o'clock which means you only have two hours. But being the generous demon I am, you have until seven, which is when your precious teacher's award ceremonies are at. Let's see if you can find her by then, shall we? We made a deal, so don't be late!  If you fail, you will never be able to get the better of me again, and revenge will be mine!" he vanished into a puff of pink smoke. After a second his head appeared, "Oh and by the way, none of your guesses are valid until you find us because I do have to be present!" he disappeared.

Buttercup punched and kicked the air, "Stupid idiot! No fair! That's it! He's so going to pay! No one calls me stupid and gives me detention for no reason and slaps me and kidnaps my teacher and makes me mad and annoys me and tricks us and makes an impossible deal and… and… does… mean things and gets away with it!"

"All right guys, give us your lists of guesses." everyone did as they were told, "Come on girls, let's go!"

"There's no way we're going to find Him and Miss Keane and guess his name in time. No wonder he didn't seem too worried!" Buttercup hissed.

"That's because he knows what's at stake if we do guess his name in time," Blossom said grimly, "It's unfair but I guess we have no choice."

"But we didn't agree to this deal!" Buttercup hissed, "I say we pound him! That is totally unfair! We never agreed to this!"

"At least we have unlimited guesses," Bubbles sighed, "And we have hundreds of guesses right here!" she pointed to the lists the class came up with.

"In a way we did agree to this, he's only found a bunch of loopholes and filled them in for his own liking," Blossom frowned.  "We left them open for him to make his own terms."

"Well, there's some loopholes he did fail to acknowledge," Bubbles said with a sly grin.

"Like what?" Buttercup muttered.

"I'm sure someone must know his name," Bubbles grinned, "How do you think he got his name in the first place?"

"I'm sure whoever named him is probably long since dead since Him is immortal…I think," Blossom sighed.

"Maybe his mom's immortal too, that is, if he's immortal," Bubbles said. "I say we fly to Hell and just ask someone. Nowhere in the deal does it say we can't ask someone."

"Oh yeah, that's easy, let's just fly to Hell and back," Buttercup said sarcastically. "I still say we should pound him, I mean, how in the heck are we going to find Hell anyway? It's a lot easier to just find him and Miss Keane."

"Duh, look at a map!" Bubbles frowned. She pulled out a random map of the United States.

"Where did that come from?" Blossom asked. Bubbles shrugged.

Buttercup rolled her eyes sceptically, "Oh yeah I'm real sure that Hell is located in the United States of Amer…"

"Here it is!" Bubbles giggled. Buttercup and Blossom stared at the map dumbfounded as Bubbles pointed to Hell, Michigan.

"I'm sure that's not the real Hell," Blossom said, "But I suppose it's worth a try." With that Blossom and Bubbles flew off as Buttercup rolled her eyes indignantly and flew on after them.

*****

Meanwhile Miss Keane sat tied to a chair in a conveniently located abandoned warehouse three blocks west of Pokey Oaks kindergarten. It was the perfect location since no one would suspect Him would've hidden her so close but on the other hand he wanted to be found.

"George?" she guessed.

"Nope."

"Lucas?"

"Nope."

"Mulder? Scully?"

"No. Nuh Uh."

"Harvey?"

"No."

"Methuselah?"

"Nope."

"Lucifer?"

"I wish."

"Beelzebub?"

"No way bub!"

"Franco?"

"Nope."

Miss Keane gave a weary sigh, bored out of her mind thinking up names, "Can you at least give me a clue? Sheldon?"

"No and no," Him replied. Feeling rather bored himself. "I wonder what those Powerpuff Girls are up to?"

"They'll find you, and you're not going to get away with this… Buster!"

"Not my name," Him said in a sing-song voice, "And I'm counting on them finding me, and falling right into my trap. I will get away with this you know. I set up a marvellous trap for them. I'll get my revenge on you and those pesky good for nothing brats the Powerpuff Girls."

"I'm not scared," Miss Keane replied, "You're such a second rate villain, why should I be? The Amoeba boys are more threatening than you."

"I'M SURE YOU'LL CHANGE YOUR OPINION OF ME WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!!!!" Him hissed. "I show you! I'll show everyone, I'm still the evilest of evil! Maybe my latest attempts at villainy have been pathetic, but I still got it! I only want you to think you've gotten the better of me. It's part of my perfect plan!"

"If that's so, why are you sharing? I mean, why would you tell me you only wanted to give us a false sense of security, unless it's a weak attempt at building up your own confidence and pushing away your insecurities," Miss Keane smirked.

"YOU'RE NOT MY THERAPIST, SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU ARE!!!!" Him growled.

"Temper, temper," Miss Keane rolled her eyes, "If you're seeing your therapist to learn to control temper, it's not working. I hope you're not paying them too much. You know, I think it'd be wise to find another therapist."

"I think it'd be wise for you to shut up and keep guessing," Him frowned, taking a Prozac.

"Fine. Charles?"

"Nope."

"Asmodeus?"

"No."

"Martin?"

"No."

"Hairy Gregory?"

"No, but he did review my story once. Kept pointing out spelling, grammar and formatting errors. That reminds me, I should get my revenge on him sometime soon."

"Maybe you should learn how to write properly."

"Maybe you should shut up and guess."

"Whatever. Sunflower?" Miss Keane stifled a laugh.

"No way!"

"Alexander?"

"Nope."

"Alvin?"

"No."

"Simon?"

"No."

"Theodore?"

"No."

"Mormo?"

"No, you're thinking of my second cousin. We don't like to speak of him."

"Huey?"

"Nope."

"Dewy?"

"No, and it's not Louie either."

"Jacques?"

"No," Him sighed, looking at the clock, wondering what he got himself into. Not only was he in danger of having his name found out, this was getting to be an incredibly long and boring day. He sighed, hoping the girls would get there soon so they could fall in his trap and he hoped that his next endeavour would have more action.

*****

"So there you have it," the stout old woman said sweetly, picking a few dirty dishes after she and the Powerpuff Girls finished off her famous cherry pie, "That's my son's name. You know, people thought that I was crazy when I had that affair with Satan in the days of my youth, and even crazier for keeping the devilish lust-child.  But when you're husband's the mayor of Hell, why not? It has proved profitable, why it's because of my son that ol' Hector stays in power." the old woman pointed to her husband, who wore red pajamas with a devil's tail sewn on and plastic horns on his head carrying a plastic pitchfork.

"Five decades in office in a row and counting," Hector said as he waved the pitchfork cordially. "Have to go to work," he said, "Have a nice day girls!"

"Thank you sir!" Blossom smiled, as he went out the door, "Well, thank you for your time ma'am, but we must get going."

"Would you girls like some cookies for your journey back?" she asked.

"No thank you," Blossom replied, "That pie was filling."

She laughed as though Blossom told the funniest joke in the world.

"Ma'am?" Blossom asked carefully.

"I haven't heard a decent pun like that since Satan came to visit!" she wiped a tear of laughter as the girls exchanged weird glances at each other and backed away very slowly, "Anyway, thanks for the visit girls! You should come by and visit again sometime when you're not in such a rush. We can look at baby pictures!"

"Thanks for the offer, bye!" Bubbles said quickly as the three of them flew out the door. Once they were out of earshot all three girls burst into laughter.

"That's Him's name?!" Buttercup snorted, "No wonder he likes to keep it a secret!"

"I know!" Blossom giggled, "Well, come on girls, time is running out!"

With that the Powerpuff Girls flew off away from the quaint little town called Hell and back to the quaint little city of Townsville to save the day.

After looking around a bit for the possible places Him and Miss Keane may be, Bubbles pointed to the old abandoned warehouse which had an eerie pink glow. "So obvious," Bubbles said.

"A little too easy. I'll bet it's a trap," Blossom frowned.

"Hmph, I ain't afraid of no trap," Buttercup said. "Besides, we know his name now."

"Let's not make it obvious though," Blossom said. "Come on girls, let's go!" The three of them charged and burst into the warehouse.

"Hello girls, I was expecting you," Him grinned.

Once the girls breathed in the misty pink smoke, all three of them dropped to the floor, unconscious. He picked up the papers of the class's guesses and read through them, "Hmm, thousands of guesses here, a few repeats here and there but none of these are right and as long as the girls are inside here, they're not going to wake. Maybe I should do something so they can stay here and sleep forever. Ether way, all I have to do now is wait for the time to run out, then I'm safe, and I'll have my revenge on you too." Him smiled, "It looks like I've won this time teach."

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A/N This is turning out to be longer than I expected.  The first one was only four chapters and this one's going on seven!

Thanks to my reviewers!

Starship Gazer: Thanks for the review! Not much else to say.

Pilfered Sympathy: I'm glad it reminded you of Rumplestitskin because that's exactly what I'm referring to.

Hairy Gregory: Great guesses!  And you were so close with your random keyboard thing… OK, not really.

Pinkpuff514: Hey thanks!  I'm so glad you like this!

Dooly: Creepy.  What are the odds of you and HG guessing the same thing?  Hmmm…(*nervous shifty eyes*)