3/17/16 All chapters are being revised and edited. Expect new chapters by next week!

Careful Blues

Princess strapped on her metal boots. She pondered on driving, but the threatening voice of Mojo prompted her to fly, instead. Flying would cut the time it took to drive in half. Arriving there would only take minutes, a minute at the most. She clothed herself professionally, ready to purchase the nuclear weapons Mojo desired.

She had no choice but to do this to protect her father. Otherwise, she'd stand her ground and make the monkey scram. Pushing past her butler, Princess set to the skies in her super powered boots, but not before placing her cell phone securely in her pocket.

Wind brushed through her curls, loosening their tightness. She would need to gussy up a bit in the lady's room before meeting with the Government Officials. Her objective, however, was too easy. The Mayor would agree to give her whatever she wished. Her class, wealth, and father's name would be enough to purchase the nuclear weapons for Mojo.

Finally arriving at the building, Princess unstrapped her boots before climbing the steps. Her inventing abilities improved during her adolescence. As a child, most of her inventions went haywire. Now, she was able to better her inventions without the possibility of them being destroyed or malfunctioning. She even made her favorite inventions portable with the ability to became pocket-sized (her boots being one of her many portable inventions).

"Miss Morbucks?"

Princess greeted a dumbfounded desk hostess. The middle-aged hostess had heard of the infamous Morbucks' heiress but had yet to meet her in person. Magazines and blogs described the daughter as being striking, nearing the beauty of the ginger Powerpuff. Staring at the young lady, the woman closed her parting mouth.

"Miss Morbucks! Why, how can I assist you today?" she prepared a pen and paper, also reading about her numerous desires. Princess was no stranger when it came to demanding for favors.

"You aren't part of my business affairs. Stay out of this, I'll assist myself in finding the Mayor."

A biting reply from Princess made the hostess shiver. Spinning her office chair around, she hurried to her feet. Her heels tapped the shiny, reflecting floor. Princess frowned as the hostess ushered closer.

Still shivering under Princess' stare, the hostess approached her, "But Miss Morbucks, I have been asked to escort those who wish to speak to the Mayor. You see, he's in protective hold at the moment and the guards won't allow anyone near him."

"Protective hold?"

"Yes, haven't you heard?"

Taking the innocent question as an insult, Princess attacked, "Are you calling me stupid!"

"Miss—I—No!" she attempted to calm Princess' rising hand, "Please, Miss Morbucks!"

Her hand came square across the hostess' cheek. Fixing the sleeve of her suit and brushing aside her cruel action, Princess walked over to a nearby mirror. Her appearance was disheveled from the flight and she quickly began tidying up her wild locks. Flickering her eyes to the hostess' reflection behind her, she scoffed. She had rushed to dial the guards to the lobby after her assault.

Once the guards arrived, her heels brought her to the safety of the men, "She is acting terribly, Sara!"

Within the middle of the many guards, Miss Bellum surfaced. She wrapped her arms around the frightened hostess. Gently, she pushed the hostess away and into the arms of a guard. Miss Bellum's masked expression set on the spoiled Princess.

"Princess, may I ask why you're here?"

"Does no one understand simple English? I am here to settle my business and that doesn't include anyone besides me and the Mayor!"

Miss Bellum, knowing of Princess' past affiliations with evil, took it upon herself to keep the Mayor's location secret. Remembering the jealousy Princess held for the girls, the Professor's smile flashed before her eyes. While she watched the return of the boys on television, she had become overwhelmed with worry for the scientist. Princess' arrival was too suspicious. Miss Bellum new Princess wasn't present under coincidence.

"Now you listen to me, young lady. Whatever business you have with the Mayor, you best show yourself out of this building because you won't be settling any business today."

"Is that so?" Princess' eyes became dark, her hand reaching into her pocket to fumble with a handy, portable invention, "Then it looks like I'll have to find the Mayor the hard way."

Mojo looked on upon the sight of Townsville. Through his window, he could see the buildings crumbling from the power of attacks. Knowing that his boys had returned to Townsville, Mojo knew who was destroying Townsville. Many buildings had crumbled to the ground and Townsville was resembling an apocalyptic city rather than a metropolis. He looked away, pacing back and forth.

"Curse these wretched emotions!" he raised a shaking fist in the air, "Curse those girls!"

He landed onto his knees. Recalling Professor's pleas, he found himself fighting against his rising tears. How could his own father ask him to work alongside the very girls who took away any hope of happiness from him? Mojo crashed his fist into the ground. No longer able to cage his tears, he allowed himself to cry. Freezing liquid fell down the slopes of his cheeks, dampening to the fur on his chin.

"Wretched females! Wretched brats!"

Opening his eyes to a blurred vision, Mojo arose from his knees. If he were to make a truce with his enemies, then he would need to be certain they win. Mojo would never accept defeat from the girls and would neither accept defeat with the girls. He had made his decision. Facing regret for this choice would haunt him in the years to come, but for now, Mojo began working on a plan to ensure victory.

Wiping away his cold tears, Mojo stomped to his beloved creation. A robot that could withstand the girls' unbelievable strength. Seating himself inside the chamber, he flicked a power switch, resurrecting his cobwebbed covered robot. Controlling the gears in the chamber, Mojo opened the glass ceiling of his dome home. Charging the rocket in his robot's boots, he sent it to the skies.

"Ha! Ha-ha! Mojo's inventions never die!" he cackled wickedly at the impressive robot.

Even after sitting in a lonesome corner, the robot still packed incredible maneuvering. The movements were fluid and near perfect. He set the direction toward the crumbling buildings.

"Those brats won't stop until one of them drops dead," Mojo held a finger over his launch button, "It's time to revive my reputation and perhaps this time, I won't be thrown in a jail cell."

Just what invention will Princess be using to find the Mayor? Will Miss Bellum be able to protect the Mayor, the girls, and the Professor from Princess?

...And just what plans does Mojo have in store that will secure the Powerpuff Girls' victory?