Chapter 3 Lost freaks
(The door of the Utonium chateau opened from the outside. The instant it did Blossom Bubbles and Buttercup all zipped in, still buzzing around the room with their colored trails streaming behind theme while Bell slowly floated inside as she was still stunned by what happened earlier. She quietly floated towards the steps and sat down on them while staring blankly at the floor in stunned silence. As they continued to giggle, laugh, and chuckle and otherwise enjoy themselves, the Professor walked in shutting the door after himself.)
"Okay. Girls," the Professor muttered calmly yet tiredly in a grave, patient tone of voice while looking exhausted as the energy pumped girls zipped around his head.
His eyes were slanted a little as he continued in a calm yet patient voice while raising a hand to try to control his adrenalin-filled daughters, "Girls, it's almost bedtime. Okay? Girls?".
"Come on, Professor! You're it! You gotta catch us!" Blossom exclaimed brightly in amusement while beaming cheerfully, unaware of the troubles that she and the others had caused in Townville.
Professor smiled for about two seconds before he deflates a bit and lowered his head down while muttering calmly yet quietly in tiredness, "Yes, I suppose I do, don't I?"
(While the girls kept zipping everywhere, covering every square centimeter of the main room without damaged anything, he walked slowly up towards the side stairs before stopping midway up it when he spotted Bell.)
With concern etched across his face, he bent down next to Bell and asked calmly in sympathy, "Bell, what's the matter, dear? You seem rather out of it".
Bell slowly looked up at the Professor with shock and guilt etched across her face while she answered softly in fear, "...I've played a part in this chaos, and now...I feel like I have no control over my body anymore. I'm...I'm scared, Professor. I'm really, really scared. What's going to happen to me now as I...I...?".
(The Professor raised his eyebrows in surprise of this before looking at Bell in sympathy as he figured what she was talking about. He knows how much Bell hates chaos, and having her being involved in it, makes it even worse for her. Whether it be engaging in heated arguments, situations changing drastically without any rhyme or reason, or simply doing any activities that revolves around chaos. These things scare her the most and makes her very upset especially when it's her sisters who are doing those types of things.)
"Aww, there, there, Bell. It's going to be alright. I'm here now," the Professor consoled gently in concern with a sympathetic look on his face as he grabbed Bell and held her warmly in his arms.
(Bell closed her eyes as she cried softly while holding onto her caring father. She could feel her gently rub her back while he stood back up and continued up the stairs. He then walked along the first-floor balcony while he waited his chance to catch the girls.)
"Eep!" Bubbles yelped playfully in surprise and in amusement with a silly smile as the Professor caught her with his right arm while holding Bell on her left.
"Gotcha, you little bunny!" he exclaimed playfully in amusement with a smirk and with twinkling eyes as he held Bubbles in his arms now.
(As he leant behind, keeping an eye out for the other two, Buttercup zoomed around before he snatched her too.)
"Help! I got caught!" Buttercup yelled cheerily in amusement with a playful smile as the Professor brought her to his chest.
"Blossom, watch out!" Buttercup added in amusement while Blossom floated in front of her, Bubbles, and Bell.
"You re the sole survivor!" Bubbles exclaimed slowly yet dramatically in amusement as she stared at her.
(The others aside from Bell followed Blossom's gaze as she zoomed back down to the ground floor.)
"No way, Professor! Can't catch me!" Blossom exclaimed cheerfully in amusement with a playful smile as she bounced from the couch's left armrest to its right while looking back up to her dad.
"Oh, yes, I can. Because the game is over, and it's your bedtime. Now, come up here so we can catch you," the Professor replied calmly yet firmly in somberness with a slightly annoyed look on his face as he stared down at Blossom.
(Looking up in dejection, Blossom slowly floated up towards the Professor. Now that she's at eye level with them, they stared intently back at her. But with a knowing smile on his face, he immediately grabbed her along with her sisters. The girls besides Bell were laughing happily after getting caught while he was grinning widely in amusement of this. He watched them laugh a lot, tittering in cheerful innocence while also fully not aware of what they had truly done out in town today.)
"Well, now, four, little girls had a very busy day today, didn't they?" the Professor commented calmly in amusement as he walked the girls to their bedroom.
"Yeah, it was fun! We've met a lot of kids!" Bubbles piped up in amusement as she stood up on her dad's shoulder.
"And we learn things!" Blossom added brightly to her sister's statement.
"And we played 'tag'!" Buttercup added brightly as well with an enthusiastic look on her face.
"..." Bell was silent as she was still troubled by what happened earlier today.
"Mmhm...Well, I'm glad you had so much fun because tomorrow will be a busy day too," the Professor replied calmly in amusement and in understand with a nod and with a gentle smile while also taking note of Bell's silence.
As he placed a hand onto the doorknob, turned it, and walked into their room, he continued calmly yet gently in somberness while Bubbles fiddled with Blossom bow, "So let's get your nighties on and into bed. There's something we should talk about".
In the girls' bedroom, he pulled the covers over the girls as well as Bubbles' and Bell's stuffed animals while adding gently, "Okay, everybody in".
"Yup! What's up, daddy-o?" Buttercup asked calmly yet smoothly in amusement as she drew all eyes to her briefly.
"Well..." the Professor started calmly yet gently with a solemn look on his face as he sat on the side of the bed while continuing, "...It's your super powers. I'm not sure how to say this, but... I don't think you should use them in public anymore".
"Why?" Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup questioned calmly in confusion as they stared curiously at the Professor while Bell looked down at her sheets in shame since she had a feeling as to what the reason why is.
The Professor answered calmly yet gently in sympathy with a little smile while frowning a little and while gesturing behind him towards the city, "Well, your powers are very special and unique, and although we had a lot of fun doing unique things around the house, but out in Townville, people just don't understand how special you girls are yet".
"Don't they like us, Professor?" Bubbles asked shyly in concern with a worried look on her face.
"..." Bell was silent as brought the covers towards herself since she believed that they don't, not anymore.
"Well, girls, I was always told that a lot a people often get scared by what they don't understand. Especially with something special or mysterious in at least. It makes them angry," the Professor consoled gently in wisdom with a sympathetic smile and with a shrug.
"That's silly," Blossom dismissed it with a smug smile and with a wave of her arm.
"Well, I think it's silly too. But even so, take it easy on the powers tomorrow. Just give Townsville a little time to be accepted how special you are, okay?" the Professor advised calmly yet gently in wisdom as he continued, "You are my little girls. I love you a lot. You need to listen to me and not care about what other people think. They don't do it too often, but I believe you four have pure, good hearts".
"What do you mean, Professor?" Blossom asked calmly yet curiously in confusion with a sweet look on her face.
"You four are too young to have extreme powers like those. I mean. I have always seen stuff like Batman, Spiderman, and Superman, but you might end up save the word, you know? Maybe you will be become Townsville's newest heroes if you used your powers for good and not just laser eyes or super strength or flying. But the power to believe in yourself. I know that you can do it," the Professor consoled gently in encouragement with a hopeful look on his face.
Bell then looked up at the Professor in surprise after hearing him say that before muttering softly in shock, "...Even me?".
The Professor smiled warmly at Bell as he answered gently in a reassuring tone, "Yes, Bell, even you".
(Bell smiled a little in relief as the heaviness from before was lifted from her heart. The girls finally took notice of her being quiet all the time.)
"Huh, you know, Bell, you were rather quiet when we had arrived back home. Was something troubling you?" Blossom commented calmly in confusion with a concerned look on her face as she stared at Bell.
"Yeah, is something wrong?" Buttercup asked calmly in confusion with a concerned look as well.
"Tell us, Bell. Please tell us. We can help you," Bubbles added calmly in concern with a pleading look on her face.
"Uhh...O-Oh, no, it's alright. R-Really. I'm much fine now thanks to the Professor telling me this," Bell replied calmly yet awkwardly in sheepishness with a shy look on her face while rubbing the back of her head as she looked at her sisters.
(The girls looked rather skeptical at that response and looked at each other before smiling a little and shrugging a bit in understanding.)
"Well, if you're okay with it, then I guess we'll leave you alone, Bell. Right, Professor?" Blossom replied calmly in understanding with a gentle smile and with a nod as she looked back at her dad.
"Right. Okay. I'll see you girls in the morning. Goodnight," the Professor replied calmly yet gently in fondness with a nod and with a warm smile after getting up from the bed.
"Okay, goodnight, Professor," the girls replied calmly yet simultaneously together with little smiles while nodding a bit as they were to go to bed after their long, first day of school.
(The Professor then saw the girls closing their eyes and snuggling into bed as he smiled warmly at them while they slept. He soon gave Bubbles Octi since it had dropped to the floor, and she cuddled with it after she got it back. He smiled even wider in fondness since he could tell that Bubbles adores that toy octopus very much. Eventually, he walked out of the girls' bedroom while leaving the door a bit open and while leaving the light on so that Bubbles would feel safe. One could presume that tomorrow would bring hope to the girls.)
(But unfortunately for them, despair is only waiting for them as the night settles in.)
"FREAKY, BUG-EYED, WEIRDO GIRLS BROKE EVERYTHING!"
(These were the words that headline the front of the evening's editions of Townsville's Tribune which was marked on Wednesday, July 3, 2002. Accompanying the body of text following that title was a black and white picture of the four girls at the height of the tag game earlier today, Blossom, Bubbles, Bell and Buttercup. The stack of newspapers that just had been dropped off outstand. The newsstand showed this title with such ferocity that it's a wonder there was no one in the area noticing it all.)
(Mere seconds passed before a pair of green-skinned hands protruding from two sleeves of an old trenchcoated reached out of the night and plucked up one of the papers. The hands raised themselves up below pair of pinks eyes— radiating from the darkness of a box propped up by beside the newsstand.)
"Hmmm..." a mysterious voice mused curiously from deep within the box.
(This was shortly followed by a long, evil-sounding laugh that successfully penetrated the surrounding blocks, although it didn't reach the driver of Townsville. A tribune delivery truck pulls away while the laugh from whoever was reading the paper continued to echo across the street making the pair of eyes that belong to the voice's own seem even more sinister in the semi darkness. Whoever was laughing had strangely found joy in the front headline of that paper. They had found happiness at the news of four little girls involuntarily laying half the city to waste. Why and whoever the mysterious voice is remained a mystery just as the rest of the papers that lie in front of the stand. But there is one thing that is certain from this, and that is that mysterious voice had already concocted an evil scheme in their mind.)
(All they could do now is lie in the shadows and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.)
(Soon, enough the morning came quickly, and the scene transitions to the Professor dropping off the girls to school. The four girls in their usual order stood beside the white car on the pavement while they looked up at him.)
"So, I'll be waiting here to pick you up when school gets out, okay? " he reminded calmly with a gentle look on his face.
Buttercup grumbles, Bubble nods, Bell smiles sadly while Blossom replied calmly with a hopeful look on her face, "Okay, but don't worry, Professor. Things are going to be fine".
(While the Professor drove off in the distance, she and the rest of the girls followed after her as they all walked to school and into their classroom. They all had hope in their hearts that maybe the people will understand them and forgive them for unintentional damage that they had done yesterday.)
(But sadly, for them, those hopes are about to be dashed.)
(As Blossom held the door and pushed it open, she and the other girls saw that the classroom is still the same as they had left it the day before: a disaster area. Construction workers are on a scaffolding by the holes in the ceiling and back wall; all the overhead lights are broken; and water gushes from a damaged sink and runs through a deep gash in the floor. Other furnishings have also been damaged—such as the cabinets and the American flag for example. Ms. Keane, at the front of the room, looked toward the door with no small amount of surprise on her face; the other kids glared at them in unbridled hostility. She raised her voice in order to make herself be heard over the workers' noise.)
Ms. Keane shouted sternly with a solemn look on her face as the door suddenly slammed shut behind them, "OH, GIRLS! WE DIDN'T KNOW IF YOU'D BE JOINING US TODAY! TAKE YOUR SEATS!".
(The scene cuts to their desk in the center of the room; as they look uneasily around themselves, the other kids push their desks toward the walls to get away from them. The girls are hurt by this as they frowned sadly. Back to the front of the room, the camera pans along its length as Ms. Keane speaks.)
Ms. Keane kept shouting with an apologetic look on her face, "I'M SORRY TO SAY THERE WON'T BE ANY RECESS FOR A WHILE DUE TO ALL THE RECONSTRUCTION!".
(The scene cuts to one desk and tilted up to a broken light before suddenly cutting to the sink—which now has a plumber working on it.)
"SECONDLY, I'M AFRAID WE WON'T HAVE ANY LIGHTS OR WATER FOR A WHILE!" Ms. Keane continued shouting her announcements.
(The scene then cuts to a smashed fridge in the back corner; Harry looked sad and a bit disgusted at it.)
"AND A BROKEN REFRIGERATOR MEANS SNACK TIME IS OUT!" Ms. Keane kept shouting her announcements despite the loud noise continuing.
(The scene cuts to Mitch and his desk mates; they covered their ears as work goes on just behind them.)
"SO, LET'S TRY TO IGNORE ALL THE WORKMEN AND NOISE AND SUCH AND GET RIGHT TO WORK, SHALL WE?! GIRLS, CAN YOU RECITE THE ALPHABET FOR US?!" Ms. Keane finished shouting her announcements with an awkward look on her face before looking at the Powerpuff girls and putting a hand next to her mouth so that her voice could carry through.
(The girls start to feel awful about the destruction to the school as they were sitting quite dejectedly in the midst of all this. Bubbles' pigtails have drooped, and she is looking down in depression and in shame at the table. Blossom is trying to look somewhere away from the chaos but isn't too happy. Buttercup has a weak, sheepish smile on her face to hide her sadness and culpability. Bell just had her hands over her eyes and had her head down in shame since she didn't want to see the spiteful looks on everyone's faces. The other kids glared daggers at the girls, hatred written all over their faces compared to the day before.)
"GIRLS?! ABC'S?!" Ms. Keane asked loudly from above while shrugging a bit, made them swivel around.
(The noise thankfully abates for a few moments as the girls with closed eyes and sad expressions softly yet sadly recited the alphabet. Each letter is an effort to get out.)
The girls recited sadly before exclaiming in unison after a board falls into view and breaks over their heads, "A, B, C, D…Eee!".
(They look up toward the ceiling as Buttercup rubs her head, and the camera follows their gaze on the next line. Above them, visible through the ceiling hole, are two construction workers. One is sawing a board, while the other holds another steady. This latter is the speaker.)
The construction worker grumbled in annoyance with a frustrated look on his face as he glared coldly at the girls below, "Hey, gol-dang it, you done dern broke my board! Flamdangling consarglers! ".
Blossom looked even more dejected with her ruined hairbows as she and the girls continued even more miserably in shame and in unison," F...".
(By the time they near last letter Z, Bubbles and Bell were near tears; Buttercup looked ready to punch something; and Blossom just looked lost as they weren't even here at all since everyone hated them. The rest of class time was hell to put in mildly as the girls were shunned by their peers. Anytime Ms. Keane tried to pair the girls up with any of the other kids, it had failed miserably resulting into a near fist fight between Buttercup and Mitch. Bell tried to talk with the boy with glass from yesterday, but he won't have anything do with her. Bell cried sadly at this, but thankfully Blossom was there to comfort her. By the time the final bell rang, everyone was glad to get away from them and return home.)
(We then transition back to the Utonium household where the Professor is reading his newspaper on his couch before hearing his watch beeping off to show the time. He looked at it and smiled brightly in amusement.)
"Oh! Almost time to pick up the girls. Better motor," the Professor muttered calmly yet brightly to himself as he stared at his watch before the scene cuts to him walking through the living room and exiting the house.
(Once he set outside his house, he closes the door and locks it as before the camera pulls back to show the two beefy cops with the Mayor and angry mob behind him. The Professor is caught by surprise at the words of the Mayor.)
The Mayor yelled angrily with a furious look on his face as he pointed accusingly at the Professor, "That's him, boys! He's in cahoots with Cucor pickle killers! Why it's not culture! Get him! Cuff him! Grab him! I don't care! He's the one!" (Ms. Bellum steps up behind him.)
Ms. Bellum stepped behind the Mayor as she calmly advised, "Settle down, Mayor. Let it go".
After calming the Mayor down, she turned towards the Professor and asked calmly yet firmly in somberness while flashing her badge and the wanted poster to him, "Are these your babies?".
The Professor answered calmly in confusion with an alarmed look on his face, "Why, yes. They—".
The Mayor yelled confidently in anger, "You see?! That's him! Bust him! Haul him in! We got him, boys!".
(The scene pulls back to the entire group of city officials.)
Ms. Bellum continued calmly yet firmly in somberness while holding up a document and while the aides point at themselves for emphasis, "Professor Utonium, through the authorization of the Mayor's jurisdiction, on behalf of the Townsville Public Association of Defamation Compensation—I regret to inform you of the petition for legislation of an injunction against the continuation of your proliferations".
The Mayor yelled in agreement while pointing at the document, "Yeah!".
The Professor muttered calmly in confusion with a lost look on his face "What?".
Ms. Bellum explained calmly in somberness, "Well, basically, sir, the people of Townsville are tired of all the crime and destruction that goes by unpunished, and now that they can actually trace some such activity back to your children. They want to make you their scapegoat— and sue the pants off of you".
The Mayor yelled in agreement while pointing at the Professor, "Yeah! Pickle cart-killer!".
The Professor protested in alarm with a sheepish look on his face before looking worried as he pointed to his car with both fingers, "B-But this was just an accident! Th-They were just playing! They're really very good little girls—and I need to pick them up from school!".
Ms. Bellum replied calmly yet firmly in somberness as she pointed out a statute in a book while the cops moved in on the Professor and while placing his hands up in mock surrender, "I understand, sir. But the people have a right to a declaration of their intentions. And we really would like for you to come downtown with us so we can ask you a few questions".
(The cops began to pummel him and quickly arrested him.)
The Mayor cheered in victory, "Whoo-hoo! Got him!".
(The Professor is escorted down the front sidewalk with the cops cuffing his hands behind his back as they go.)
Professor protested weakly with a worried look on his face while grunting in discomfort, "You guys, my kids. I really oughta pick 'em up".
(He is tossed into the waiting squad car and grunted when he lands on the seat. After the door is closed, he pokes his head up into the window.)
The Professor then added through the glass window before it changed to a voiceover, "I can't just leave them there… …alone…".
(We then cut to the exterior of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. There are no kids in sight save the girls, who are on the front lawn, and indeed, they were alone. Not another single person was present on the front lawn as the four of them stood there waiting patiently for their dad to show up while not lifting an arm. The school flag was shown behind them. Light shadow cast against the pole, the girls, and the school sign. Other than a bicycle bell seven blocks away, nothing was heard in the area, not even a sound.)
(By mid-afternoon, the shadows had increased their length, the sky a duller gray while the girls remained where they are.)
(Still, when the evening came, the shadow had doubled its length as the sky is now a dark, murky, gray behind them. Even so, the girls didn't budge from their spots.)
(Eventually, night finally reared its creepy and mysterious head as the shadow barely distinguished from the navy darkness of the sky. The four girls were still in the exact the same spots except that their expressions were now sad looking.)
(Blossom had her hands in front of herself; Bubbles had hers by her sides; and Bell and Buttercup had their arms folded. They kept waiting as every second of silence spoke louder than a train horn, and they kept keeping an eye on the deserted road in front of them.)
Buttercup then took a deep sigh and closed her eyes as she muttered angrily in frustration, "He's not coming. He hates us. He totally hates us!".
(Buttercup had finally said it out loud after bottling it up inside herself ever since school had ended at noon.)
"I should've known..." Bell muttered quietly yet sadly in shame as she covered her face with her hands while Bubbles lets out a few wails.
"No! He probably just got held up! Or maybe the car broke down! Or maybe he just forgot! Or-!" Blossom exclaimed quickly in alarm and in hope with an optimistic look on her face while trying to console Bubbles and Bell as well as reason with Buttercup.
However, a moment after finally letting that harsh truth settle in, Blossom slumped in defeat as well as the rest of the girls as she muttered sadly, "...maybe he hates us...".
(They truly had no idea that sometimes you couldn't always count on someone to solve your problems for you. It's such a cold, cruel world to live in.)
"(Sigh)...Come on. Let's try and find our way home," Blossom added calmly in defeat as she finally sighed. After hearing her say that, Bubbles, Bell and Buttercup floated up into the air.
While Blossom did not do the same thing, she instead hung her head as she reminded quietly yet meaningfully in sadness, "We are not supposed to use our powers".
(Bubbles, Bell, and Buttercup floated back down to the ground with their own heads hung down in a similar fashion.)
"Comes on, girls," Blossom ordered sadly in defeat as she and her sisters took each other hands and walked down the street, their walking speed as slow as tortoise and their heads low.
(The house they passed remained silent as did the dark, navy landscape that was the city. They had no idea where they were going at all yet. They kept walking, hoping that they could still get on to their home to provide comfort while at the same time not knowing that it was deserted. But that wasn't the least of their problems. Although they had a hint with their classmates think of them, they had yet to discover exactly what the city thought of them.)
(The darkness of the night overwhelmed the area as they left Pokey Oaks behind, trying to find their way home. But of course, they ended up lost.)
(We then cut to multiple television screens each depicting the news of the girls. The time was around 8:01 P.M. when this happened.)
"Because ..."an anchorman was presenting the front headlines for CTN'S News as he dully yet solemnly continued with his hands folded in front of him while having a stern look on his face, "...of four super- powered, little girls...".
"Should the manufacturing of super-powered children be illegal?" the question had been proposed by the I.P. host on a talk show called "Incorrect Politics" while those surrounding him in several chairs were people who lived in various ways of life.
"A great travesty has befallen our beloved city," the Mayor announced shortly in somberness at his own office desk with a stern look of his own plastered on his face while also having his hands folded.
"I was reaching down between my legs to ease the seat back when this atomic bug buzzed in with no fair warning!" the tall, thin guy from before exclaimed dramatically while gesturing with his words beside his shorter, fatter friend.
(A local anchor of 5 KTTV was interviewing them on the street right next to where their black van has crushed into a music store. More people had picket signs against the girls in the background.)
"The devastation...devastating..." the CTN News anchorman continued gravely with a head tilt.
"Well, of course, it should be illegal," an old lady with a gray beehive hairdo back on the talk show commented calmly yet gravely with a finger point.
"Used to be a time when you could buy an honest pickle," the Mayor continued calmly yet sternly in somberness with a finger and an arm outstretched for emphasis.
"And then they were causing an eruption and lighting up the skies!" the blond-haired, young adult continued dramatical while gesturing some more as he spoke into the local anchor's microphone.
"Estimated dollars in damages...a whooping twenty-five million," the anchorman continued calmly yet gravely in somberness.
"I'm offended just looking at them!" an 80 's punk rocker on the talk show exclaimed in disgust while wearing a black jacket and sporting a green, spiked mohawk.
"The kind...that you can only find...at a pickle kart!" the Mayor continued gravely yet a bit dramatically as he held up two pictures of chalky, pickle outlines and the pickle cart since he thought that they were victims of murder. the kind.
"Now...Jamie is crying..." the blond guy finished sadly while pointing sympathetically to his friend.
"Well, it seems that-" the local anchor spoke back into his microphone on Townsville's streets.
"-the hatred is running rampant for-" the anchorman continued gravely as his words were conveniently fitting from the previous person's sentence.
"-those mutant, bug-eyed-" a festively-dressed Jamaican woman, resembling the well-known psychic, Ms. Cleo, continued enthusiastically on the talk show.
"-PICKLE CART-KILLING—!" the Mayor ranted angrily as he was right up against the camera lens now while still holding the two pictures.
"-freaks. Back to you, Linda," the local anchor finished calmly with a little smile while the two, music-obsessed guys were hugging each other in comfort beside him as the crowd kept ranting behind them.
"They are little freaks, aren't they? With more on this subject as we-" a vapid, blonde female reporter commented calmly yet brightly with a wide smile to a square-jawed, white-haired reporter sitting beside her.
(All of these scenes were visible on numerous televisions as they were displayed in the front window of an electronic store. Standing right in front of them were the four girls, watching as rabble coming from all of them was heard at the same time.)
(The faces of the girls were full of utter remorse and sadness. They all had open mouths and had gasped silently with their arms hanging beside them as they stared at the newscasts and interviews. They didn't say a word as they took it all in, only now realizing just what the town thought about them, From Bell, Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup, all they could take in was that all these people hated them to no end when they just meant to have fun. They didn't think that Blossom, Bubbles, Bell, and Buttercup were good, little girls. They called them "freaks" instead.)
The girls then walked slowly away from the chatter of the televisions still playing behind them. Their shadows followed them as they left the area around the hardware store. They just didn't know what to do. As they left, there was one voice that was somewhat heard over the rabbling of the other television channels, and it was the one that the girls thankfully didn't hear fully due to it.)
"These girls killed my mom and dad! They killed my parents! My younger brother! My home! Everything! They're the worst criminals ever!" Kenny cried angrily in an interview with another anchorman from another television screen.
(But suddenly, all of the television screens cut to a newsflash logo. A beeping tune playing behind them.)
The female announcer spoke calmly yet firmly while a mug shot of a very haggard Professor appeared on every screen, "We interrupt this program for an important news flash. Arrested today in connection with the tag incident was the mad scientist who was responsible for creating the destructive girls, Professor Utonium".
(The picture then cuts to the Professor at the back of a grimy, dirty jail cell as the bars slammed shut.)
He jogged up to the bars, mere inches away from the camera while the female announcer continued firmly, "Upon incarceration, the Professor had this statement to make".
"Please, just let me go. My girls, they need me," the Professor begged very weakly in great concern as his eyes were extremely baggy.
"They don't know I'm in jail," the Professor continued to beg in concern.
(As the girls solemnly paced down the street where Blossom had skidded on the side of a glass building; her trail still visible both on the building and on the ground.)
"What if they try to go home themselves?" the Professor asked weakly in a begging tone.
(Still not using their powers one bit, the girls walked up and down the wavy tarmac created by Bubbles' impact from yesterday. Buttercup was ahead of Bell, Blossom, and Bubbles a few feet away from them, but they were all walking together without any real will.)
"They can't find their way home if they don't fly!" the Professor begged a bit louder in desperation.
(The girls walked alongside the zigzagging streak ahead of a larger pothole. Their reflection was easily reflected in the damaged glass building on its side.)
"Please, they're only little girls—" the Professor continued weakly yet softly in a begging tone.
(Bell walked past something in which her shameful face was reflected back.)
"-who are probably cold-" the Professor continued to beg weakly yet softly.
(Buttercup was behind Bell with her mouth tucked in apprehensively while it was being reflected back.)
"-scared-" the Professor continued to beg weakly yet softly.
(Blossom was behind Buttercup with an anxious look on her face while it too was being reflected back.)
"-and maybe even-" the Professor continued to beg weakly yet softly.
(As Bubbles walked behind Blossom with an open mouth, they had finally passed the huge, glass ball, which rested in the streets in the middle of its path leaning from behind. The girls kept walking while looking dejected as they had left.)
"-lost," the Professor finished weakly yet softly in great in concern.
(Indeed, they were lost. In a situation where they didn't know what do and only being half a week old, they were lost just as much in their minds as they were in the dark parts of the town. The town hated them for a reason at least now from the point of a viewer.)
(Except for...a certain primate.)