At the World Tree Estate, Varie and all the Girls were getting ready for an awesome Girls Night Out.

May: You girls ready for a girls night out?

Varie: You bet we are!

Sakura H.: Yeah we are!

Fu: I'm always ready for fun!

Misty Tredwell: Me too!

Carly Atlas: I always have fun in these.

Linka: Me too.

Lola: Same here.

Yumi: So, where to?

Varie: The mall.

Leni: The Mall!? I totes can't wait to have fun.

Lola: Me too!

Laney: Always love the mall.

All the girls came as me and the boys were watching TV.

Varie: We're going out for a Girls Night Out.

Me: Okay. Have fun.

Nunnally: We'll see you all later.

Carly Atlas: Yep.

Eli: Take care.

They went to the Mall.


The girls all arrived at the mall.

Gwen Tennyson: What store do you girls want to visit first?

Lori: Lets head to the electronics stores first.

Luna: Rockin dudes!

They went to the stores they all like. They went to the electronics, jewelry, clothing, novelty and hobby stores and all that and they got lots of awesome stuff. They got everything like clothes, jewelry, games, books, sewing stuff and more.

They had NUMEROUS bags of stuff with them.

Varie: Lets go get some grub.

Sarah: What should we get for lunch?

Varie: I have just the restaurant in mind.

Rarity: Ooh what is it darling?

Varie took them to an awesome restaurant that had some of the most amazing made from scratch food ever and it was called Sashhouse A Go Go So and they had amazing food that was of Las Vegas Caliber.

Sunset Shimmer: OH WOW!

Lana: This is so delicious!

Lola: Yeah it is! I love the Chicken Benedict.

May: I love all this food.

Varie: Yep. It's Las Vegas Food as J.D. calls it. We've been here many times before and it was great.

Carly Atlas: You weren't kidding. This is all delicious!

Misty Tredwell: It sure is!

Tara: (to Sarah) Remember when we dressed up as each other?

Sarah Gunnerson: (Laughs) That was so much fun.

Gwen T.: Yes it was.

Varie: You guys looked all awesome in each others clothes.

Lori: You all literally did.

Twilight Sparkle: Yeah.

Rarity: Varie darling I heard from Vypra that you like Mystery Novels too.

Varie: I sure do. My favorites are Sherlock Holmes and Nancy Drew. What is yours Rarity?

Rarity: I have always loved Shadow Spade. She is a great detective.

Lola: Awesome.

Nicole: Cool.

Varie: It sure is. I solved the case of the Apple Crumble Eye Crust.

Lana: I remember that. That was an epic and awesome case.

Lucy Loud: I liked it because of the battles with Nurse Claiborne.

Numbuh 3: Yeah she deserves to be thrown in jail.

Jen Walters: I just realized that I haven't gotten a boyfriend yet.

Varie: There's plenty of fish out there Jen.

Lola: Yeah you're find one.

Lyra Heartstrings: Yeah there's plenty out there. Me and Bon Bon are close now.

Bon Bon: Yep.

Jen: Okay.

Mary K.: You'll find someone.

Luan: Yeah.

Jen: As long as it's not Dr. Doom.

They laughed.

Later the girls came back.


French Narrator: (French Accent) THE NEXT DAY.


(Opening shot: the city skyline with the giant tree in the background during the day.)

Narrator: The city of Gotham Royal York…is enjoying a beautiful sunny day! (The girls and us fly across the screen and sky.) And so are the Powerpuff Girls and Team Loud Phoenix Storm.

(Cut to the exterior of their house; they land at the front door, which is ajar.)

Blossom: I think April and May are both my favorite months out of the whole year.

Me: Mine too Blossom. It's amazing how all the flowers grow this time of year.

(Close-up of the doorknob; wisps of vapor start to issue from within the house.)

Buttercup: (from o.c.) Mine too. I like it.

Bubbles: (from o.c.) Yeah, mine too. (Pull back to frame all three.) The flowers are blooming…

Buttercup: The sun is shining… (The vapor has now reached Blossom and us.)

Blossom: The smell of spring is in the air…

(Suddenly her eyes go very wide with surprise as she cuts herself off—whatever is drifting past her smells like anything but spring. Her sisters get a whiff and react similarly. Close-up of Buttercup, covering her nose.)

Me: (Sniffs) Hey that smells good.

Buttercup: What is that smell? (Blossom does likewise.)

Blossom: Ugh! It's terrible! (Bubbles has her hands to her mouth.) It smells like hot meat.

Buttercup: And onions.

Nico: (Sniffs) And olive oil.

Bubbles: Peppers! Garlic powder! Oregano! A dash of Worcestershire sauce, and definitely a pinch of cumin!

Blossom: This can only mean one thing.

Me: Chili.

(We barge in; cut to inside the house. As we poke our heads cautiously around a corner, the rattling of equipment and a glutinous bubbling are heard from o.c. Cut to inside the kitchen; the Professor stands at the stove, with his back to the camera. This is the source of the fumes and the commotion. He has donned an apron and an oven mitt.)

Blossom: (from o.c.) Professor? (He turns around, holding up a mixing spoon.)

Professor: Hey, girls! Guess what? You're just in time to taste my special concoction for the—

(Cut to the girls and us, now in the kitchen doorway—this was where they peeked in from.)

Girls: (wearily) We know. The Second Annual Gotham Royal York Chili Cook-Off. (They float in.)

Me: A chili cookoff? COOL!

Professor: Oh, of course, you knew. You could probably smell the goodness a mile away. (holding out filled spoon) Here. Tell me what you think.

(The camera shifts to point toward the girls along with the spoon's handle. They glance at the heaping contents with considerable unease.)

Professor: (from o.c., wheedling) Come on, taste it.

(They gulp nervously; shift to frame all four. As he beams proudly over the finished product, the girls each take a small amount in their hands and reluctantly slip it into their mouths. As soon as the chili hits their tongues, all six eyes bug out and all three gag reflexes kick in.)

I tried some and my eyes bugged out too.

Professor: A winner, huh? (All responses are very strained.)

Buttercup: Mmm-hmm.

Blossom: Uh…words can't describe.

Bubbles: I never tasted anything like it.

Me: Yeah.

(Her teeth crumble away as she says this—evidently the chili is a bit too toxic for even the girls to tolerate. However, the cook is entirely oblivious to their discomfort.)

Professor: It just needs a few more finishing touches. Thanks, girls! And thanks J.D.

(We zip away, and he helps himself to a taste. It seems to have no ill effects, and after a moment of letting it sit in his mouth, he gets an idea.)

Professor: Ahh, I know what it needs. (laughing, turning back to the stove) Coffee!

(He produces a can of it and proceeds to tip a liberal amount into the chili pot. Cut to the bedroom, where Buttercup is bent over the trash can in close-up. She groans weakly—the aftereffect of tossing her cookies as she did in "Him Diddle Riddle"—and lifts her head.)

Buttercup: Whoever thought it could actually look better coming out than going in?

Me: Gross.

(Pull back. Blossom sits on the other side of the can and does not look as if she has fared much better, while Bubbles sits hunched over near them.)

Buttercup: I'm guessing the Professor isn't gonna win this year.

Nico: Yeah no dice.

Blossom: We're gonna have to tell him the truth.

Bubbles: We can't do that. He has to win! Remember what happened last year?

FLASHBACK

(A flash of white, and we are at that moment in time. The Professor and the girls are in his bedroom; he hunches over the bed and sobs into the pillow as they float overhead. After a moment, he lifts his face.)

Professor: Why me?

(He drops his head again; cut to just outside the front door and pull back slowly as he keeps wailing. Yellow caution tape has been wrapped around the house and yard, and holes have been dug in the latter. Hazardous-materials workers in full-body protection suits are hard at work: removing contaminated items from the house, taking soil samples, writing damage assessments, pulling in test equipment through a bedroom window. A vehicle is parked in the driveway for the purpose of containing all the dangerous materials. Not only did the Professor fail to win the contest with this entry, but he also single-handedly turned the place into a Superfund site.)

Professor: (from inside) WHY ME?!

(Flashback to the present.)

Blossom: Yep. He has to win.

Nico: They had to call in the HAZMAT Division because of that?

Me: That's a little too extreme.

Eli: Yeah.

Laney: But you girls are right. He has to win. I can tell it's far too important for him.

Bubbles: But how?

Me: We'll think of something.

(Fade to black.)

(Fade into the Professor's bedroom. It is nighttime outside, and he is in his pajamas and lying awake in bed.)

Narrator: Later that night…

Professor: It still needs something. Something…extra special.

(He turns off the bedside lamp, and the view snaps to black. A second later, it snaps in again as he turns the lamp back on; now inspiration has struck anew and made him sit up in bed. Close-up of a flask of Chemical X in the lab; he reaches into view and removes it from its clamp. Now it is seen being gently tipped over in the kitchen.)

Professor: (from o.c.) Just the teeniest little drop will be more than enough!

(As he says this, a small drop of the black liquid runs along the neck of the flask to the mouth; tilt down as it falls free and lands in the simmering chili. The mixture flares red briefly, after which the spot of Chemical X fades from view as the compound disperses itself. Pull back; the Professor holds the flask upright over the pot.)

Professor: Now that's the "extra special" I'm talking about.

(He smiles broadly. Dissolve to him back in bed, that same expression on his face.)

Professor: Sweet dreams, Mr. First-Place Chili Chef of the Year.

(He turns off the lamp, blacking out the screen. Now Blossom's eyes open in the darkness.)

Blossom: I've got it!

Me: What is it?

(Cut to her and me in the kitchen; she floats over the pot with the flask in hand and is carefully tipping it as the Professor did.)

Me: You sure adding a drop of Chemical X is a good idea?

Blossom: It won't hurt. Just one…

(Close-up of a drop sliding down the neck, then pull back. Buttercup has taken Blossom's place.)

Buttercup: …drop.

(Close-up of that one drop as it falls into the chili which reacts as before, then pull back to show Bubbles in Buttercup's place.)

Bubbles: Perfect!

(The same idea has hit all three girls at different times. Fade to black.)

Narrator: That's gonna be one explosive chili! Hoo boy!

(Snap to the gate of Gotham Royal York Park and zoom in through it. People are enjoying a lovely day, and an amphitheater has been set up with a banner for the Gotham Royal York Chili Cook-Off.)

Narrator: Gotham Royal York Park is full of excitement—

(Cut to the judges' table and pan along with it. The Mayor, Ms. Keane, and Ms. Bellum are tasting the entries. Near the Mayor's end stands the first-place trophy, which is full of chili. Ms. Bellum's face is hidden by a sign on the table: "CHILI COOK-OFF SUBMISSIONS HERE." Several bowls have been dropped off; each is identified only with a letter.)

Narrator: —as all the judges are busy tasting away and there are numerous tents up for many types of chili.

Snake: I remember that Springfield had a chili festival like this one.

Me: It sure did and I heard that Homer loves chili.

Nico: Yep. I remember that.

Rachel S.D.: That was an awesome adventure.

Me: It sure was Rach.

Homer arrived and he had his trademark chili cookoff boots on and he had his wooden spoon ready.

Eli: Looks like Homer is ready to taste some chili.

Lana: Yeah.

Homer went up to Ned Flanders stand and it was his 5 Alarm Chili.

Homer: 5 Alarm Chili Eh? (Tastes it) (Counts the Alarms) 1..2..3..4..5. You've improved from last time Flanders.

Ned Flanders: Thank diddily goodness I did.

Firefly: Let's taste some chili as well.

Me: Okay.

We went all over and tasted the people's chili and it all was good. Some was good and some was not so good.

Homer tasted Moe's chili.

Homer: (Tastes Moe's chili) Hmm. A Bland timid entry suitable perhaps for patients recovering from surgery.

Homer was whistling.

Chief Wiggum was there and so was Lou and Eddie.

Wiggum: That Simpson he thinks he's the Pope of Chilitown. Well this year I am ready for him.

He put on a welding mask and gloves and opened a cauldron and in it was a chili that was glowing neon blue!

Me: WHOA! Never saw blue chili before.

Nico: Me neither.

Homer: Hello chief.

(THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE UGLY THEME PLAYS)

Chief Wiggum: Afternoon Homer. Care for some chili? I've added an extra ingredient just for you: THE APOCALYPTIC PEPPERS OF SAN PEDRO SULA!

We saw that he added glowing neon blue peppers with aqua blue stripes on them and they were emitting a horrible glow that was terrible!

We gasped in shock and fear!

Me: WHOA MAN! I've heard so much about those peppers! They were made by evil inmates in a Honduras Maximum Security Prison!

Nico: WHOA MAN! San Pedro Sula is known as the Murder Capital of The World.

Eli: And Honduras is known as the one of the most lawless countries in the world!

Ets: Yeah!

Me: I'll try some too.

Robo Blaze: It's been nice knowing you two.

Homer picked up a pepper and he put it on his mouth and then his eyes bursted into flames and his tongue was on fire!

Homer: (SCREAMS IN EXCRUCIATING AGONY!) YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

He ran around like a chicken with his head cut off and screaming in agony and he was on fire!

Maria blasted him with water and a huge cloud of steam came out of him.

Nico: WHOA!

Me: WOW! That is intense. Can I try some chief?

Chief Wiggum: Sure.

He gave me a bowl of the Cherenkov Concoction and I tried some and ate a whole pepper and then all of a sudden...

KRABBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

I exploded in a massive pillar and mushroom of intense blue fire and it was 100 billion times hotter than that of the sun and I absorbed the fire and was stronger than ever before.

Me: WHOA! That is AWESOME!

Nico: WOW!

Blood was pouring down my right arm for my tattoo. I ate the whole bowl.

Me: That was awesome!

Wiggum: You have to be one of the toughest kids I've ever seen J.D.

Me: Can I have some more?

Wiggum gave me 3 more bowls and I ate them all and I was emitting a massive blue fire aura and it was powerful.

Nico: WHOA! That is incredible!

Later we were having Professor Utonium's Chili tasted.

Professor: (from o.c., moaning) I can barely take this. (Cut to him and the girls nearby; Bubbles has a balloon.) I'm so nervous.

Blossom: There's nothing to be nervous about. You're gonna win hands down.

Professor: You think so?

Bubbles: I know so.

Buttercup: There's no question.

Me: Absolutely.

Professor: (pointing) Look! I think they're about to try my chili.

Me: Here we go.

(Ms. Keane eats a spoonful and lets off a flaming belch; she claps a hand to her mouth.)

Me: Whoa!

Ms. Keane: Oh! Now that's pretty extraordinary.

(Ms. Bellum tastes the mix—and her curly red-orange hair straightens itself out in an instant.)

Ms. Bellum: Oh! Very inventive.

Me: Ms. Bellum looks better with her hair down like that.

(Now the Mayor tries the stuff; it hits him so hard that he is thrown out of his chair. Cut to him, prone on the ground and moaning dazedly. Ms. Bellum slides across the grass and scoops him up; her hair has returned to its normal style.)

Ms. Bellum: Are you okay, Mayor?

Mayor: Ooh, I am now.

Me: Wow! That must've been a powerful punch.

Mayor: It was! That chili packs a powerful punch! I declare the new winner of the Second Annual Chili Cook-Off!

(Close-up of the big trophy; on the next line, pull back to frame it in the Professor's hands The three judges stand with him.)

Mayor: Professor Utonium! (Pan across a cheering crowd, including the girls; he continues o.c.) Free winning chili for everyone!

(Back to the winner; he hugs the prize giddily.)

Professor: I'm so verklempt!

Girls: (hugging him) We knew you could do it, Professor!

Me: Way to go Professor!

Blossom: (pointing) And look!

(Cut to the judges' table, where the Mayor is now dishing up the winning recipe to eager spectators—and holding up a pickle.)

Mayor: Professor Utonium's chili! Try it with a pickle!

(Pull back to put the family in the foreground. They are looking at a very long waiting line.)

Blossom: Everyone's clamoring for a bowl of your number-one chili!

Bubbles: You really did it this time, Professor!

Nico: Yeah!

Narrator: (sardonically) You don't say.

(Fade to black.)

(Snap to the exterior of the house that evening. Inside, a Nobel Prize medallion from 1993 sits on a shelf in the Professor's study. Pull back a bit; he reaches up, removes it from its perch, and tosses it aside and I put it on another shelf for him. In its place, he sets the trophy he has just won. Close-up of him, sighing happily, then pull back across the room. The Nobel Prize has landed on the floor by his desk.)

Professor: Me. The winner. (He laughs.) What a gas! (His stomach rumbles loudly and he clutches it.) Uh-oh.

Me: Oh boy. Are you okay?

Professor: Yeah just a little gas.

FFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTT!

He farted a big one.

Me: WHEW! That was a doozy.

(In the girls' bedroom, Bubbles is putting on her nightgown. Her stomach grumbles too and she groans a bit, clutching it.)

Bubbles: Professor's chili sure is rumbly in my tumbly.

(Blossom and Buttercup are sitting on the bed and also dressed for sleep.)

FFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!

Bubbles farted. P.U.!

(Buttercup looks away in disgust, and Blossom shrugs. Cut to the Mayor's bedroom; his wife is sound asleep, while he is sitting up. His wife's stomach gurgles and she opens one eye.)

FFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!

She farted.

Mayor: My! The sheets are unusually toasty.

(Now Ms. Bellum is seen in her kitchen; her sleepwear consists of a yellow negligee. Her digestive tract argues briefly with the chili as well, and she sighs while going about her business—cutting a slice from a wedge of Swiss cheese. Cut to a gas station; it is now the next day, and Ms. Keane is filling her tank when indigestion hits her, causing her to moan a bit. She is handed a gasoline can and sighs with relief as her gut calms down and the hiss of air in a pipe is heard.)

(Through an apartment window, we see and hear a fat fellow suffering from the effects of that souped-up chili, groaning, with a hand over his belly. He is seen from shoulders to knees; suddenly he turns around, presenting his butt to the camera as an owl's hooting is heard o.c. and his stomach stops churning. Pull back a distance to frame the bird in a nearby tree. The man sighs happily.)

(Cut to a bus-stop bench. Another man clutches his own noisy stomach, moaning in pain. This time, a low sustained tone is heard to accompany his relief; pull back to show its source—the old fellow next to him is playing the tuba. The chili victim sighs. Next, in a dimly lit room, four dogs are playing poker after the fashion of the famous Coolidge painting. The distinct sound of breaking wind is herd; noses perk up, and one dog finds himself on the receiving end of three rather angry stares as the prime suspect. Another such sound is heard; this time, all four canines look o.c. in one direction, and the camera pans over there to show Don Shank, curled up sleeping on a small rug.)

Dog: (from o.c.) He did it!

(Shank wakes up briefly, glares at the dogs, and voices a contemptuous little grunt before settling down again.)

People were farting all over the place.

(By now, it should be obvious what symptom has been affecting all these people. Cut to the exterior of the house at night. The noxious byproducts of digestion gone wrong to start to emanate from this and every other dwelling on the block; a slow pan down another street reveals that the problem has spread throughout the suburbs. In the city proper, tilt-up along with the height of several buildings whose occupants have let off quite a bit more than normal, then down along another group. The vapors are now drifting down into the sewer—from which an unwholesome light starts to pulse, accompanied by a low, growling chuckle of whatever is beneath the streets. Fade to black.)

(Snap to the exterior of the house; it is now the next day. The air is clear again. Other areas of the suburbs and the city proper are no longer beset by streams of flatulence. Traffic flows normally in the city streets, and people bustle along the sidewalks. A Doodie Diaper Service truck makes its rounds, but the driver suddenly finds a blast of the greenish gas crossing his path. He floors the accelerator in an attempt to escape it, but does not notice that the street he is on has come to an end and crashes into a building.)

(Extreme close-up of a very hairy and sweaty armpit. Pull back to show it attached to a construction worker wiping his forehead. He is standing by an open manhole that has been blocked off with safety barricades, and he has been digging into the street with a jackhammer. As he goes back to work, the vapors reach him; gasping convulsively, he loses control of the rig, which drags him into the manhole.)

(A man walks down the street and is stopped cold by a gust of the gases. His eyes go wide and bloodshot as he lets out a cry of agony.)

Man 1: The stench! It's unbearable!

FOGHORN!

(In an alley, two garbagemen—one of them Carl Jusscarl—are preparing to empty a Dumpster full of malodorous refuse. When the new stink reaches them, they dive in and pull the lid shut behind them in order to block it out. Two window washers are plying their squeegees high up the side of a building; the fumes cause one of them to pass out immediately, but the other pays no immediate notice, even after sniffing the stuff.)

Window washer: So let me guess. You had cabbage borscht last night for din—

(He looks up and trails off into an inarticulate cry of fear. Pull back to show what he is looking at: a giant cloud of green vapor, with arms and a menacing face. It growls softly—this is what we heard in the sewer previously—and looms over the buildings.)

Woman 1: Look! It's a methane monster!

IT WAS A MONSTER MADE OF PURE FART GAS!

(Total panic, with people running everywhere and cars crashing into one another in a mad attempt to escape the foulness. One plows into the front window of a department store. A woman lies flat on the sidewalk amid the chaos.)

Woman 2: (weakly) Too…stinky…

(More pandemonium as the apparition advances through the city. Pull back to show this view as the one from the Mayor's office window. He watches the scene.)

Mayor: Oh, darn!

(Close-up of a telephone; he reaches into view and picks up the receiver. Pull back across the office; the instrument is on his desk, behind which he is now seated.)

Mayor: Team Loud Phoenix Storm? We have a situation of gastronomic proportions!

(Cut to the all of us in flight.)

Buttercup: What exactly did he say?

Blossom: Some mumbo-jumbo about a monster, revolting stench, I don't know.

Bubbles: (pointing ahead) Maybe the Mayor wasn't talking about that?

(The other two look ahead; cut to just behind the girls. In the distance, the fume monster roars over the buildings.)

Shiv: What the Hell is that?

Me: It's a monster made of pure Methane!

Nico: That is weird! We got a monster of intense GASTROINTESTINAL DISTRESS!

Lana: Lori did you blow your butt trumpet again!?

Lori: IT WAS MY SHOE!

Me: Lets see if we can stop this Flatulent Gas Bag!

Buttercup: That stinky dude? I'll put a cork in him! (She charges; the others stop.)

Blossom: Wait, Buttercup!

(Buttercup approaches the enemy, which sucks in a huge breath and produces a forceful exhalation of disgusting green vapors. This stops her in her tracks and drops her like a rock.)

FOGHORN!

Blossom, Bubbles: Buttercup!

(She continues plummeting; the other two shield their eyes and turn their faces away as the sound of a crash landing drifts up from ground level. Cut to the point of impact, the base of a building. Two Mary Jane-clad legs and a tattered green hem poke out of the rubble, and their owner groans wearily from combined pain and revulsion.)

Blossom: My turn!

(She charges ahead, leaving Bubbles by herself in midair. The green creature laughs at its victory over Buttercup as Blossom approaches.)

Blossom: (sarcastically) Ha-ha! Think you're so funny? (gaining altitude) Well, I'll really give you something to laugh about!

(She rockets toward the head and is met with an arm sweep that engulfs her in a cloud of green murk. Stopping cold, she covers her nose and mouth to try to block it out.)

Blossom: Oh…my…what the…shnikey…ugh! This guy is just nasty!

(Bubbles has dropped to the street and is in the midst of the hysteria. She addresses herself into the sky.)

I flew up to up and he fired a wave of fart gas at me and I smelled and then...

VVVVVVVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

I THREW UP ALL OVER NICO!

Nico: AW SICK!

Me: Sorry!

Bubbles: Blossom! It's too chaotic! What do we do? Where's Buttercup?

(The answer: still half-embedded in the building she hit. She has gotten into something of a sitting position; her upper half looks as bad as her lower.)

Buttercup: (weakly) Did someone call me?

(A man walks out of the building and looks around. He has a set of plugs in his nostrils, similar to those used by swimmers, and he speaks in a very nasal tone as a result.)

Man 2: What? Hey! Whoa! What's all the ruckus? Here I am, just minding my store, when all of a sudden, crash! Kaboom! (Pull back; this is the Nose Plug Shoppe.) Kablooie!

(Buttercup looks up at the awning above the man's head, and the business name emblazoned on it and smiles. Back to the street; Blossom has joined Bubbles.)

Bubbles: How are we gonna fight him when we can't even get near him? (Buttercup joins them; she has three sets of plugs.)

Buttercup: Look! Nose plugs! We're back in business!

Me: Perfect!

(Blossom takes a set and hooks them in place; though she has no visible nose, they remain securely fastened and she smiles. Her sisters do likewise. All three voices take on the expected nasal tone until otherwise indicated.)

I pulled out a bunch of nose plugs from my pocket and we all put them on except for Grim and Mandy.

Mandy: Thank goodness I don't have a nose.

Grim: (Jamaican Accent) Neither do I mon.

Blossom: (Nasally) Let's kick butt!

Bubbles, Buttercup: (Nasally) Kick butt!

(Take-off. Charge at the fume monster—but, they simply go straight through it.)

Blossom: Hey!

(Close-up of the thing, shaped into a ring of vapor—the wake of their passage blew it into this form. It soon assumes its original appearance and laughs at the girls.)

Buttercup: Our physical force is useless!

Me: How about this?

I fired a blast of fire and burned his arm and it exploded into flames and burned a building and I absorbed the fire.

Me: Oops. That was stupid.

Blossom: Let's blow him away!

(All of us inflate our lungs and exhale with enough force to push the creature off its "feet"; it is sent hurtling away and dissipating into scraps of vapor.)

Girls: We did it!

Me: YEAH!

(They are surprised by the distant high-pitched laughter, whose source is soon revealed to be many tiny copies of the fume monster. These rise above the buildings and come together to reform the original.)

Me: Man he's tough!

Nico: No kidding!

Me: That is one tough fart!

Buttercup: Plan C, anyone?

Bubbles: I know! Suck him in!

Me: Lets do it!

(Another monster inhalation, but this time the beast disappears down all of our windpipes. We pull in all the vapors and hold their breath, but this stuff definitely does not agree with us as. Arms flailing, eyes bugging out, turning various shades of green from head to toe—and after two or three agonizing seconds, we have to let it all out. The nose plugs pop off and all of our normal colors return as they expel the gases in a long, choking, retching wheeze. With the plugs gone, our voices take on the usual tone once they stop gasping for breath.)

Me: BLECH! (SCRUBS TONGUE WITH A BRUSH!)

Nico: YUCK!

Vince: THAT WAS DISGUSTING!

Lori: (VOMITS)

Lana: (VOMITS)

Eli: OH THAT WAS AWFUL!

Nunnally: I THINK I'M GONNA BE SICK!

Buttercup: Ugh, oh! That was so wrong!

Bubbles: My bad.

(The green plumes swirl in the air and promptly reconstitute into one smirking monster.)

Electro: Let's see how it likes some electricity! (shoots lightning at it)

I sent his lightning up into the sky!

Electro: What did you do that for!?

Me: Max he's made of pure methane and if your lightning hit it, it would ignite him and he would explode and destroy the entire city in a massive inferno.

Electro: Oops.

Lana: Can we freeze him?

Me: Only at -295.6ËšFahrenheit. But it would send his shards all over and he would reform again.

Bubbles: He's indestructible! Gotham Royal York will be stinky forever!

Buttercup: Let's face it! We're no match for that methane monster!

Me: Wait a minute. (To the Adult Powerpuff Girls) Girls didn't you defeat this guy before?

Adult Blossom: Yes we did! All we need is a giant match!

Me: Of course! Lighting a match will suck in the fart gas and burn it out.

Dark Spicer: leave this to me.

Dark turned into Hotburn.

Hotburn: If what Blossom did is correct, I just need to use my body to suck the Methane Monster in.

Me: Go for it Dark.

It sucked in the Methane Monster and extinguished Hotburn's head and burned out the Methane Monster.

Me: ALL RIGHT!

Nico: That was clever!

Me: But I'll be tasting Methane for a while.

Eli: Me too.

Nico: YUCK!

Ets: That was gross.

Lola: Yeah.

Lana: I may like gross things but that was gross even for me.

Me: Yeah. Also I think we all learned a huge lesson here.

Nico: What's that?

Me: Putting Chemical X in chili is an awful idea.

(Wild cheering from street level; cut to the middle of a happy crowd, with the girls floating overhead. On a street corner, a hippie has set up shop selling patchouli oil.)

Hippie: Townsville is stink-free, man! Yeah!

Me: Yeah!

Dark Spicer: That's right. Once again, the day is saved thanks to me! Take that, Chase Young!

Me: YEAH!

Nico: Suck on my ass Chase!

FAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTT!

Me: Oops! Pardon me!

We laughed!

(Fade to black.)

(Fade into the exterior of the World Tree Estate.)

Bubbles: (from inside) Gee, Professor.

(Inside, he is slumped over his bed and dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief. Blossom and Bubbles sit near him; Buttercup floats above. We were with him.)

Bubbles: We're really sorry you were disqualified from the chili contest. (He blows his nose loudly.)

Me: Yeah we weren't sure about putting Chemical X in the chili was a good idea.

Nico: We had no idea it would cause all that.

Eli: It's totally unpredictable stuff.

Blossom: Yeah. We feel partly responsible. Who knew all that Chemical X would have such disastrous results?

Professor: (sniffling, smiling) Oh, guys, it's okay. I'll get over it.

Buttercup: That's the spirit, Professor! There'll be other contests for you to enter.

Me: Yeah buck up.

Applejack: There are always others for you to enter. Like at Sweet Apple Acres or Appleoosa.

Professor: (brightly) Oh, I know. (getting the newspaper from the floor) There already is one,

(Close-up of the paper, a copy of the Townsville Tribune. Frontpage headlines: "NEXT WEEK!—3RD ANNUAL TOWNSVILLE LIMBURGER FESTIVAL." Photo: various hunks of cheese. Sub-headlines: "World's Stinkiest Cheese!"—"Mayor Sells City!")

Professor: (from o.c.) and I can't wait!

Narrator: Limburger festival?! (Back to the group.)

Girls: YUCK!

Me: Better bring the noseplugs everyone.

(The standard end shot comes up.)

Narrator: Oh, cheese, Professor! You cheddar quit now if you know what's gouda for you! And so once again, the day is saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls, Dark Spicer and Team Loud Phoenix Storm!

The End!

We'll see you again soon!


Another awesome fanfic done.

Hope you all got a good laugh out of this one. I sure did. Reeking Havoc is one of the funniest episodes I've ever seen. Moral of this episode: Never Add Unpredictable Ingredients to anything or there will be disastrous consequences. It aired on April 30th, 2004 and it was so funny. NicoChan11, JediAvatarOfShinobi, Omegahatchiyak12, XP4Universe, Darkhai, vinjedi1995, Drako1234658, Etstheclarencefan and ninjakingofhearts all gave me the ideas for this. Thanks guys. No chapter tomorrow. Reason is I'm going to be on a day break till the 5th of May. The reason is because my Grandmother passed away at 99 on April 24th and I have to go to her funeral. But I will be back in action on the 5th of May. The Next chapter is for Kim Possible and we're going after The Knights of Rodeghan. But do send your sympathies for me and my family.

See you all on the 5th.