The Powerpuff Girls: PSHAW!

or

Powerpuff School Hijinks And Wackiness

A Powerpuff Girls fanfiction by Andrew J. Talon

With contributions from Scriviner, Ryuugi, Fanboyimus Prime and others

DISCLAIMER: This is a non-profit fan based work of prose. The Powerpuff Girls are the property of Cartoon Network. No copyright infringement is intended, please support the official release.

The Narrator's Voice is in Italics! Just so you know! And no, I'm not out to steal any princesses. Geez, you can only make so many actor's allusions at a time you know!

Yawn... Yet another day in Townsville, nothing going on. The girls certainly don't seem to think so, given how enthusiastically they greet their next class of high school...

Buttercup was sitting at her desk, tapping on the faux wood surface in annoyance. The girls were in their home ec class and like the rest of the class, impatience was showing across the classroom.

"Ugh, I can't believe this, where is he?" Buttercup growled. Blossom frowned as she looked at her textbook.

"Well, I did hear it was a new teacher," Blossom said, "so maybe he's having trouble finding the classroom...?"

Bubbles was happily chatting away on her cellphone. She giggled.

"Oh man, she did that? Oh wow, I wish I had your job, Mac!"

"Talking to your boyfriend again, Bubbles?" Asked Blossom dryly. Bubbles blushed, and then crossed her arms under her breasts with a huff.

"Just because you're jealous is no reason to be negative on me," Bubbles said.

"I am not jealous!" Blossom defended herself. "I'm just saying it isn't appropriate for you to use your cellphone when the teacher-"

"Isn't even here," Buttercup said dryly. Blossom shot her sister a dirty look, which Buttercup simply grinned at. "Besides, it's Home Ec. How tough is this class going to be?"

The door slammed open. Everyone fell silent, and the jaws of the Girls dropped as they saw the diminutive figure who walked in, dressed in a fine suit underneath his large purple striped brain helmet.

"Hello and good day. I am Mojo Jojo, and I will be your teacher for this class of home economics. That is to say, I will be the only one whose opinion of your progress in this class counts towards your grade and no one else's-"

"NOT SO FAST!" Blossom cried.

"MOJO!" Buttercup added.

"JOJO!" Bubbles finished, as the three girls leaped into the air and flew for their arch nemesis. Mojo sighed, and activated a forcefield generator on his belt which made the girls bounce off. This didn't stop them for long though, and they began to attack the forcefield from multiple angles, shooting around the room in a display that was captured on many a camera phone and later posted to YouTube.

And due to the upskirt shots on Bubbles, many a less reputable video website.

"AS I WAS SAYING," Mojo growled, "I am your teacher! By which that means you must listen to me and NOT SHOOT HEAT RAYS AT ME WHILE I AM TALKING NOR DISTRACT FROM THE LESSON IN ANY OTHER WAY!"

The Girls ceased their heat vision barrage and glared at Mojo.

"What are you doing here, Mojo?" Demanded Buttercup.

"Is it any wonder I must speak in such excessively descriptive ways, given that it does not seem that I am being understood?" Mojo demanded back. "I am your teacher! For Home Economics! I will be teaching you cooking, cleaning, household management and maintenance-"

"But why?" Blossom asked. Mojo sighed.

"It is embarrassing, by which I mean I am not proud of it but the truth of the matter is that due to financial issues I have been forced to take temporary employment in a wide variety of vocations in order to make ends meet especially with three superpowered teenaged boys running around the lair."

"So this isn't an evil plot to turn us into your MIND SLAVES with cooking?" Bubbles suggested. Mojo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"... Admittedly, the thought had occurred," Mojo said. "However! I, MOJO JOJO, really do need this job and cannot afford jail time while my children are left home alone with all manner of destructive devices and their superpowers at their disposal. Therefore! I am forced into the awkward position of having to abide by the law while I am at school!"

"Why aren't you making the Rowdyruff Boys go to school to get them out of your hair?" Blossom asked. Mojo stared at her in disbelief.

"... You are really asking me, MOJO JOJO, why I am not putting the Rowdyruff Boys through high school? That is to say, why I am not putting three superpowered teenaged boys in a high school filled with easily breakable equipment, furniture, and people who are all too happy to submit class action suits against me when I am already in dire financial straits?"

"Oh, fine, stupid question," Blossom admitted with a sigh. Mojo nodded.

"Besides," and here he smiled devilishly, "the notion of making you girls miserable in a learning environment is an exceptionally... Satisfying one. So! Get back to your seats or you will have detention!"

"Eep!" Bubbles cried as she shot to her desk.

"Not detention!" Blossom yelped as she shot back to her desk as well. Buttercup snorted.

"Bah! Like that's a threat!"

"Detention with me," Mojo said. Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"Gonna have to do a lot better than that, Mojo..."

"Watching Star Trek episodes wherein I force you to critique all the bad science in a ten thousand word long research paper in the proper academic format," Mojo finished. Buttercup's eyes widened.

"You monster," she hissed. Mojo smirked.

"I know."

Buttercup grumbled, but sat in her seat. Mojo smirked.

"Now... As I am your Home Economics teacher, I will be teaching you the economics of running a household! Let us begin with the definition of a household: That is to say, how the household became a hold of your house and how you must hold onto your house..."

The Powerpuff Girls sighed and sank in their seats. This was going to be a looong semester.

Sorry Girls, that's what you get for going with Public School! Well, could be worse I suppose.

So once again the date for the next exam is saved, by...

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!