Meanwhile, back at Dexter's Laboratory...

"I have to admit, I don't understand time completely, but watch this," Dexter said to Blossom before he showed a screen on his computer. "This is a graphic interpretation of the time and space distortion endangered when Vilgax attacked Earth from the future," He then typed on the keyboard to show her something else. "Now, when I export the data from the current distortion, we get this."

The screen then changed before their eyes.

"Several times bigger." Blossom concluded.

"Exactly," Dexter nodded. "That means, whatever is happening around us, it affects the whole reality."

"Why don't we feel anything about it?" Blossom asked then.

"As you saw on the clock, it manifests on a subatomic level yet," Dexter informed. "My guess is, because we are The Epicenter, we will be the last to feel its effects."

"More importantly, do you have any clues of what could be causing this?" Blossom asked.

"Unfortunately no," Dexter explained. "I have time to make several experiments to find out though."

"We must know." Blossom proclaimed.

"Fear not, my dear; I'll find this out like I find out everything else," Dexter smiled. "Don't forget that I am a boy genius. We're still on for our date tomorrow night, aren't we?" he then asked hopefully.

"Sure." Blossom replied before she decided to get back home.

Later, at the Utonium residence...

"Hey, Blossom, I'm not your personal assistant, but a president called you when I was watching The Idol." Bloo said to the leader of the Powerpuff Girls.

"What did he say?" Blossom asked urgently as she flew over.

"He expects you at The Whitehouse." Bloo replied.

"Is it something bad?" Buttercup asked as she flew over.

"It can't be anything good." Blossom replied.

The next day...

The Powerpuff Girls soon went to meet the president as they answered the call of destiny.

"Mr. President, we are here." Blossom reported.

"Wonderful!" President McLean beamed. "Did you miss me?"

"Not really." Buttercup grumbled.

"How can we be of your service?" Blossom asked politely.

"I like your attitude! Let's talk seriously," President McLean replied as he got to the point. "You averted immediate threats, but Homeland Security and The Ministry of Defense drew my attention to further menace. General, please!" he then requested to the army man in the room.

"Yes, as Mr. President explained, the imminent threat is over, but we have a long list about the potential new super-villains that can threaten America," General Specific explained. "Your mission from now on is to capture the targets we give and bring them to San Miguel for further investigation."

"Wait a minute!" Blossom glared. "We're going to arrest people who haven't even committed a crime?"

"They have committed crimes before, that makes them a potential threat." General Specific retorted with a dark grin.

"As the General said, they are villains, not super-villains, but still bad guys," President McLean added from there as he walked around his office. "This is a sacrifice we have to make to protect freedom. As the President of the United States, it is my duty to clean the streets and protect my people. To make America safe again!" he then proclaimed with a dramatic pose.

FLASH! A photographer's camera went off again before he ran off, much to the confusion and annoyance of the girls.

"Isn't there any constitutional right against people who have not been sentenced guilty?" Bubbles piped up.

"This is not freedom," Blossom glared. "This is terror."

"Human rights?" Buttercup reminded.

"Wake up! This is not the good old world!" General Specific glared at them. "There are certain things that overwrite the human rights or Constitutional Rights! This is war!"

"Calm yourselves down," President McLean told his company. "Call it... Security risk. And by the way, don't worry about legality. I got authority from The Congress and the Senate too."

Chef Hatchet soon came in with an envelope for Blossom.

"Here is your first target." President McLean then informed.

Blossom took the envelope and opened it up to see a file on a boy by the name of Bling-Bling Boy.

"Don't worry, you're on the right side." President McLean told the girls.

"You have 48 hours to capture him," General Specific added. "Report here when you're ready."

The girls glared a bit grumpily.

"Smile a bit," President McLean smirked. "Nonetheless, there's always a cell reserved for you at San Miguel..."

Later, the girls decided to fly on back home.

"This is wrong on so many levels." Buttercup complained.

"I know, but what can we do? We are cornered," Blossom replied softly. "I have a feeling that it will get even worse later."

"I don't know about you, Bubbles, but I don't trust her," Buttercup said to Bubbles. "It's like she's not even here. What can be worse than that?"

Later that day...

Blossom stared at her calendar as it got closer and closer to the 23rd.

The doorbell soon rang and Dexter was shown at the door with a bouquet of flowers for his girlfriend. "I was waiting for you..." The boy genius glared slightly.

"Oh! Our date!" Blossom cried. "I'm sorry, Dexter, I completely forgot about that."

"Yes, and it wasn't the first time," Dexter glared as he slammed the flowers down on the floor. "I think we both need to take a little break." he then stormed off, but suddenly felt bad for what he had to do, but it was probably for the best.

Blossom broke down in tears though as her boyfriend left her like that. She stayed where she was as she felt completely and utterly crushed and heartbroken.

"Blossom, I saw you from upstairs," Bubbles said as she came to her sister in concern. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Bubbles," Blossom said as she wiped her eyes. "It had to happen sooner or later."

"I'm here if you wanna talk to somebody." Bubbles smiled hopefully.

"Thank you, but I just need some air," Blossom sighed softly. "I'll be back soon." she soon flew off at that, out the door.

Meanwhile, Buttercup played with her tablet until she saw her sister flying out the window. "Where is she going?" she asked herself before she flew off after Blossom.

Blossom soon flew in front of a house, which was not her own or Dexter's. She soon flew down and knocked on the door. Buttercup came out from a telephone pole and decided to see where this would go. She ended up waiting outside for about 45 minutes, feeling bored stiff until she saw the door opening. Blossom then flew out of the house, passing the telephone pole as she didn't even notice her tomboy sister. Buttercup then took that time to go to the door to see who was there and why Blossom visited said person.

"Blossom, I've told you, I-" Otto Osworth said as he got the door until he saw who was there. "Oh, hi, Buttercup. Can I help you?"

"What are you two up to?" Buttercup glared at the boy. "Did you have an affair? Is that why she's acting so weird?"

"No! No! You've misunderstood the situation!" Otto told her nervously.

"Start talking, nerd!" Buttercup demanded as she grabbed him by his shirt.

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you," Otto sighed from that. "She came to me about a week ago. We wanted to travel into the future..."

45 minutes earlier...

"No, Blossom, I can't take you to the future." Otto told the leader of the Powerpuff Girls.

"It's only a week." Blossom replied.

"It's not that... It's... It's complicated..." Otto replied. "I can't travel into the future. Time isn't a straight line. It can twist into any shape. Actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of skein. The future is always in motion," he then explained to her. "Your body emits Kronon-Energy. As long as your energy doesn't leave a mark in your personal timeline, that event has not happened for you. That way, you can only travel to a time, which Kronon-Energy is earlier than yours. If I travel forward, the future I'll see will just be a variation of many."

"Otto, listen to me, what I'm going to tell you is something that no one else knows," Blossom replied. "There's going to be a Global Devastation on June 23rd. I have to know what will happen, to prepare."

"...All right, I'll travel forward," Otto sighed in defeat. "But I don't know if it will help or cause anything different." he then took out his watch and soon time-traveled like he did best with Tudrussel and Larry.

Blossom flinched a bit from the bright lights. Even though only a couple of seconds passed by, the bright lights came back as Otto then came back to the Powerpuff Girl.

"You were not kidding!" Otto gasped to her. "It is a universal catastrophe!"

"What did you see?" Blossom asked him.

"The fabric of time is too malleable on that day," Otto explained. "I materialized a day later."

"Otto, what happened?" Blossom still queried. "This is important."

"As I told you, the future is not fixed. That day has many outcomes in the future," Otto replied. "I'll try to forsee the most accurate future, but it will take time."

End of Flashback

"To sum it up, I've seen two variations. One is the apocalypse, the other is a celebration," Otto soon concluded to Buttercup. "Since then, Blossom comes over sometimes to ask me if I've found out something, like today, but I couldn't tell her anything new."

"So, she is hiding something," Buttercup replied thoughtfully. "I knew it!"

The next day soon came as are shown a chubby boy who looked very scheming. "Soon, the heart of Susan Test will be mine!" he grinned to himself hopefully.

"Bling-Bling Boy!" Blossom called as she, Bubbles, and Buttercup soon broke through the wall to see the villain they had come for. "You are under arrest!"

"Oh, no!" Bling-Bling Boy gasped. "The Powerpuff Girls!"

At the Whitehouse...

"The target is neutralized." Blossom soon told President McLean.

"Good job, Girls!" President McLean approved from his desk.

"Here is your next mission!" General Specific then grinned as he brought out an envelope.

Those four words were the same that the Powerpuff Girls that heard lately. They were told about so many villains they had to meet with information on who to stop. People like Dr. Light from Jump City, Eris the Goddess of Discord and Chaos, Argost: The Master of Bizarre, the mad scientist, Professor XXXL who the Kids Next Door knew, Private Island's very own Dr. Kamakazi, and many, many more. The girls didn't know it yet, but this could had been their biggest challenge yet.