Mr Mayor had nothing to say as he walked sadly down from his office, and held his hands in the air for all his people to see. The citizens he had let down and wronged with his own greed and pride.
He knew that anything he did say would be pointless anyway since the only thing that anyone wanted from him now, was for him to be gone.

He hadn't listened to what they had to say to him, and so why should they have to listen to him? He had turned a blind eye to their opinions, their petitions and their needs for too long for them to even consider hearing a word of whatever pathetic plea he would have to make.

Most likely he would beg to keep his position as mayor, and the angry citizens weren't prepared to hear a word of that. Why should they after he had done them so much wrong and hurt?

A great calm seemed to descend over the city almost instantaneously when they saw Mr Mayor silently raising his short arms in surrender, unguarded by anyone.
Though they still regarded the man they hated with suspicion, they did cease their yelling gradually as a group of men led Mr Mayor away silently.
Next to them walked another convoy, this one tasked with ensuring that the mayor's loyal assistant Ms Bellum, did not try to escape either. They all knew how smart and logical she was in comparison to her employer, and that made them all the more furious with her.

She too had turned a blind eye to their plight, allowing herself to be strung along when she could have done so much to help instead. They would spare this woman no pity for that.

As the two convoys carrying the two prisoners once politicians merged closer together, Mayor and assistant shot each other a glance.

A look that conveyed the surprise and shock they both felt in that moment better than words ever could. Yet somehow both of them, Mrs Bellum more so than the mayor had known this day would one day arrive. Somewhere deep down in their bones, they knew that with how badly the city was suffering that this fightback was coming.

Deep down Mrs Bellum knew that however hard she tried to assist the mayor, he would never truly be able to change his ways for the better. He wasn't exactly cold blooded, but that didn't mean she found him to be the nicest person. Perhaps deep down she knew that she had been in the wrong all along and her only excuse even now would be, that as a long time assistant to the man who took her off the streets and gave her a home and job, she simply didn't want to rock the boat. She felt no anger, no resentment towards the mob now leading her and her benefactor the Mayor towards what looked to be a large pickup truck parked by the side of a road.

Only a grim sense of catharsis and relief, that justice was finally being done. That she was being rightly punished for her part in this mess, and that now a bright future beckoned with her employer gone. At least she didn't have to be the one to strip Mr Mayor of all his power. That would have been too much for her, even with all the terrible decisions he had made. She had sworn loyalty towards her benefactor since the day she began her career with him, and she had kept her word until the end however hard that had been.

But deep inside, perhaps she really did or even hope that some others would step in.

Her last thoughts as she was bundled into the back of the rundown truck with Mr Mayor already seated inside, was that although little Bubbles really had gone a little overboard in inciting such violence, she really had lived up to her name of being the kind and gentle one among her sisters.

She had been the only one to see the root of the problem, and even if Mrs Bellum didn't agree completely with Bubbles's methods, she understood why Bubbles did it.

It was a hastily constructed plan made clearly in desperation after seeing no other alternative and it worked even if a lot of violence and loss of life was needed.

"Good luck little Bubbles. My hands are tied, but maybe you really can make Townsville great again. I hope your sisters realize what a clever little girl you really are." the tall middle aged woman sighed to herself as the pickup truck she had been placed in began to slowly drive off.

(2 weeks later)

Two weeks passed since that bloody day. But the city looked hardly better. Since without a proper leader, any work clearing up the carnage was greatly slowed with no formal instructions for any of the city to follow.

Under Bubbles's instructions, she had been able to convince a few of the people to begin the grim task of burying the troopers and civilians unlucky enough to have given up their lives in the heated battle for control of the city. She insisted that it was the least those poor souls deserved after being killed so brutally, and the look in those soft and teary big eyes made it impossible for anyone with a heart to say no.

The guards might have been poorly trained and few in number, but they had put up a tough and bloody fight. They clearly had not reckoned on the old wounds that re-opened in each and every citizen when Bubbles set out on her campaign against Mr Mayor.
Seeing that Bubbles was the author of the simple yet effective information spreading scheme which had finally persuaded everyone to change their mind on that fat and pompous cheapskate counting up his wealth in that opulent office of his, was in fact the only thing that told them that their efforts weren't wasted.

She along with her sisters had been the ones to give any kind of sympathy or help to them when danger threatened the city, while the one supposed to be in charge of such security matters instead did nothing. They were the ones who deserved the respect and not the poor excuse of a leader who could not even open a pickle jar without their help.

The Powerpuff girls were their true leaders and heroes. But the city treated them no better than three naive and immature girls who could be worked like slaves and treated as well or badly as they wanted.
Slaves who the selfish city ignored at their own good pleasure as hurtful to them as that was. Hardly anyone even acknowledged their help, or said thank you to them after the three heroines rescued their sorry skins time and time again.

What made this all the more wrong now, was that the three kindred children never once asked for anything, not even gratitude. But that only made the people now observing their blonde heroine as she worked alongside the group she had assigned as today's gravediggers even more guilty that they had abused such kindness, taking it for granted and nothing else.

Well that would all change now. Today the city would set things right. Today the true heroes and protectors of the ungrateful city folk, would be treated as such.

Secretly they had always thought that a knowing Powerpuff girl would make for a much better leader than him who had now been evicted from the city after spending three nights locked up in a warehouse pleading for mercy, eventually promising that he would not argue or try to reclaim his lost position if they just let him go in peace after all the terrible things he had done, to which they agreed.

The way that elder sister Blossom devised such clever and well thought out plans in the heat of the moment for that team was certainly commendable, and certainly the other one with raven black hair could really throw out quite the arsenal when it came to a fight, letting her fists do the talking for her. Those two certainly had godlike qualities that they'd be more than glad to have in any potential future mayor.

But one last look at the youngest member of the Powerpuff family, as she stifled a brief yawn before preparing to dig another carefully shaped hole, took all their doubts away in almost an instant.

While they had seen hot tempered Buttercup, and even logical and even headed Blossom dancing over the corpses of one monster or another, it was Bubbles who stood shock still for a moment after each fight was over to cry a little and reflect on all the pain she had inflicted. It didn't matter that it was in defense of innocent lives which would have otherwise been surely lost. All that mattered to the youngest daughter of the rejected and lonely Professor who they had shooed away for no apparent reason, was that she had taken away life and that she regretted it deeply.

"Oh no." they had heard her moan several times as she stood sobbing over a behemoth she had been forced to brutally slaughter "What have I done to you? I'm so sorry."

Not once had they heard her two older and more mature sisters come remotely close to making any kind of comment like that.

There was a reason Bubbles had waited this long for her to carry out her risky plan, and a reason she stayed hidden in the shadows for so long before outing herself.

She probably thought that no one would have listened to her. She probably knew that she would open quite the can of worms even if this risky plan was to succeed, which it had. Those dead bodies once again lining the asphalt weren't going to clean themselves up.

It was clearly a last ditch effort, and only done after carefully weighing the options. Bubbles clearly seemed to be the only sister who seemed to realize that the best battle was the one not fought.

This, thought each man and woman watching the blonde superhero hard at work burying yet another corpse, unaware that everyone else was thinking the same thing, was going to be the quickest they had ever elected a leader in the history of Townsville.

There would be no elections, no counting of scores, no voting against each other. Everyone knew who they wanted to vote for, and everyone was prepared to vote together.

Perhaps a few unpleasant and heartless skinflints like that spoiled bratty girl Princess who no one listened to anyway, would protest, but those would be superficial at best and easily ignored.

There would just be a brief ceremony, where they welcomed their new leader into her job, giving her the congratulations she should have been given long ago.

Why did age matter? If there was one meaningful lesson Mr Mayor had just taught apart from how he was a terrible leader and how it was a grave mistake to have even considered electing him in the first place, it was that sometimes children really were better than adults an in a lot of ways.

You didn't see adults risking their lives to try and ward away the monsters coming to attack the city everyday, now did you?

All the adults in this messed up city ever did was insult the three girls their very lives depended upon. And that was no good at all.

At least children were more innocent and well intentioned than a lot of adults, at least for the Powerpuff girls.

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