Get Back, Jojo
transcribed by Louis Badalament II (lb140900@ohio.edu)
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EARLY 21ST CENTURY, MORNING, -PRESENT
TIME-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -POKEY OAKS
KINDERGARTEN-
It's time to start off a bright school morning in...
KEANE: The City of Townsville...
...which...
KEANE: ...is a place where you can be anything you want
to be, and that's what we'll be learning about on Career Day!
Which, as chance would have it, is taking place at this very
moment in time within Pokey Oaks Kindergarten! Inside MISS
KEANE'S classroom, every member of the student body is
accompanied by at least one of their parents. All the tables
have been cleared away, and while a few of the parents are in
chairs, most are right on the floor with their kids.
KEANE: Good morning, boys and girls, and good morning to our
parents, too!
They return her welcome with equal cheerfulness.
KIDS & PARENTS: Good Morning, Ms. Keane!
KEANE: Boys and girls, we're going to be learning about
'careers' today! A 'career' is what you do for a living when
you're all grown up! And to help us out, some special grown-ups,
your parents, are going to be talk to us about what they do for
their career you'll see that different grown-ups have chosen different careers!
She hunkers down closer to her bright-eyed pupils, all so full
of potential.
KEANE: It all depends on what you want to do! Now, boys and
girls, do any of you know what you want to do when you grow
up? Raise your hands if you do!
Some of the kids and, ironically, their parents as well, raise
their hands in the air...
KEANE: Well! A lot of you have an idea for what you want to
do, and that's great!
...While others look befuddled and stare pensively at the
ceiling, as if hoping it'll give them an answer.
KEANE: ...And many of you don't know yet, and that's
okay, too! Maybe after hearing some of our parents talk about
what they do, you guys'll be inspired to make some career
choices of your own! Our first parent is...
Time passes. Nothing worthy of note seems to happen until
HANNUD'S father steps to the front of the class to talk about his
career. He is an Indian man in a business suit who looks like an
older version of HANNUD with a very big black mustache. He has a
thick foreign accent and speaks in stilted, single-idea
sentences.
ANNUSH: Boys and girls. Hello. My name is Mister Annush. I
am Hannud's father.
From where he sits on the floor, HANNUD beams at his father with
pride.
ANNUSH: I work in insurance. My company insures buildings in
Townsville against damage.
MISTER ANNUSH pauses, as if trying to think how best express he
can express to his kindergarten audience how it's like to be
working in insurance in the City of Townsville. Then he
says...
ANNUSH: I am a veeeeeeery busy man.
With that, the PARENTS & KIDS clap as MISTER ANNUSH sits
back down.
KEANE: Well, thank you, Mister Annush!
She checks her schedule.
KEANE: And next up is Professor Utonium!
Who is currently seated in one of the kiddy chairs while his
daughters sit on the floor. At the sound of his name, BUBBLES,
who is closest, taps the PROFESSOR on the leg.
BUBBLES: You're up, Professor!
The POWERPUFFS watch the PROFESSOR rise from his seat and make
his way to the front of the classroom.
PROFESSOR: Um...Hello! I'm Professor Utonium. And I am
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup's...uh...father!
And...um...creator.
From where they sit on the floor, the POWERPUFFS beam at their
father with pride.
PROFESSOR: Ahem. I'm a scientist. I invent things! In fact, I
brought in something I recently invented to show you!
From over to the side, the PROFESSOR wheels up the invention,
which is covered by a white sheet and stands about as tall as he
does.
PROFESSOR (Prideful): Presenting my newest
invention...
He throws off the sheet...
PROFESSOR: ...THE TIME PORTAL!!!!
The main component of the PROFESSOR'S Portal is a black metal
frame perched atop of a long pole. Around the frame are several
oddly-shaped knobs on the ends of shorter shafts that are
initially folded inward towards the frame's inside at all angles
save at the Portal frame's direct bottom, but when the PROFESSOR
finishes saying the word 'Portal', all the knobs fold back
outward, so that they stick outside the frame like an old-fashion
television with way too many antennae. After this, the frame,
initially empty of even a screen, comes alive with an image of a
white background with some lightning-shaped bolts of 'static'
running here and there.
PARENTS & KIDS (Impressed): OOOOOOOH!
PROFESSOR: In my long career as a scientist, I'd say the Time
Portal is my greatest!...
The PROFESSOR casts a look over at his daughters.
PROFESSOR: ...Well, second greatest invention ever!
His GIRLS beam at him again.
PROFESSOR: You know, kids, when I was your age I never thought
I'd grow up to be a scientist!
Though he's talking at a normal conversational tone, the
PROFESSOR'S voice is loud enough to carry outside the school.
PROFESSOR: In fact, science was something that just didn't
interest me at all!
A somewhat rather unfortunate fact, because just as this moment
when MOJO JOJO is passing by the classroom window with his arms
full of groceries, these words he hears catch his interest enough
to stop a moment.
PROFESSOR: Yes...if things kept going the way they were, I
might never have gone into the scientific field at all!
Outside, MOJO JOJO tosses his bags of fresh groceries like
rubbish, and plasters his face against the window pane.
Unfortunately, he is spotted by no one within in the
classroom.
PROFESSOR: But one day, something happened that changed my life!
This one strange incident occurred when I was still a lad!
Now MOJO JOJO races around to the building's other side.
PROFESSOR: It inspired me! Motivated me!
All too soon, MARY, the schoolmate, who is seated near the back
of the room, has two gloved monkey paws jammed over her
mouth...
MARY: Mmmmmppphhh!!!
...And is dragged out of sight.
PROFESSOR: Moved me...to get into science and create The
Powerpuff Girls!
It is at this point the PROFESSOR decides to stop talking about
himself for a bit, and get on with his little 'Show and Tell'
session.
PROFESSOR: Well...now let me show you how this thing
works! I'll set The Portal for the Sixteenth Century!
He does this by pressing down on a knob reading '1564 - Year',
pressing in on '6 - Month', pulling out on '12 - Day', pushing
down on '12 - Hour', and then pulling it up again. The bolts of
'static' within the Time Portal's frame increase in propensity
and get more 'excited' than there were when the machine first
came alive.
PROFESSOR: And I'll use this Special Tool...
...Which kind of resembles a wire-like accordion with a
'pressing clamp' on one end and a 'grabbing arm' on the
other...
PROFESSOR: ...to reach into the Portal...
He presses down on the clam and the arm of the Special Tool
reaches into...
EARLY 16th CENTURY, MORNING, -MIDDLE
AGES-
EUROPE, LONDON, -ARISTOCRATIC
RESIDENCE-
...Some European home of bygone centuries, an office room
by the look of it, with very fine-looking stained-glass windows.
There's a bearded middle-aged man wearing a nobleman's clothes
and hat. He's seated at a desk, scratching out some kind of
writing into a book with a white quill. By his side is a
middle-aged woman in a courtier's pink gown and headgear. Both
seem so engrossed in what the guy at the desk is writing, neither
of them notice the little sparking hole that has suddenly ripped
through their reality, or the metallic hand extending from it
until...
SIXTEENTH CENTURIER: Mai Haut!
...It snatches the scribbler's feather-packing hat, and
retreats back through the shimmering vortex it came in from.
EARLY 21ST CENTURY, MORNING, -PRESENT
TIME-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -POKEY OAKS
KINDERGARTEN-
PROFESSOR: ...Oop! Got something!
The Special Tool pulls back the hat it had snagged, and the
PROFESSOR laughs at his catch.
PROFESSOR (Laughing): Hohoho, looks like someone's gonna need
a new hat!
Next, the PROFESSOR pulls up solely on the knob marked '12 -
Day'.
PROFESSOR: Let's try a more recent date, like...yesterday!
EARLY 21ST CENTURY, MORNING,
-YESTERDAY-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -UTONIUM
RESIDENCE-
Yesterday morning sees the UTONIUM family at home during
breakfast time. BLOSSOM and BUTTERCUP are at the kitchen table
eating cereal, while beside them, the PROFESSOR is reading the
newspaper. BUBBLES is cleaning dishes over by the sink. On the
tabletop not far out of the PROFESSOR'S reach is his set of car
keys.
BLOSSOM (Excited): Hey, Professor! Whaddaya gonna do for
Career Day tomorrow? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
It looks like the PROFESSOR would rather keep that a secret from
BLOSSOM, for instead of answering her question, he puts down his
newspaper and changes the subject. Seen by none of them is the
arm of the Special Tool, which swipes the PROFESSOR'S keys off
his table.
PROFESSOR: Alright! Time for school!
He fishes around for the keys, and his eyes expand in surprise
when he sees they aren't there.
EARLY 21ST CENTURY, MORNING, -PRESENT
TIME-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -POKEY OAKS
KINDERGARTEN-
Back in the present, the PROFESSOR studies his keys he's
regained with an interested look.
PROFESSOR: Hmm! So that's where they went!
He drops his extendable apparatus for the moment and turns his
attention back to the class.
PROFESSOR: Well, are there any questions?
A hand shoots up.
PROFESSOR: Yes! You in the back row!
MOJO JOJO (As MARY): Ahm...Profethsa Utonyum...I have
a quethtion!
MOJO JOJO has disguised himself. He now wears MARY'S thick
glasses, extensive dress, and also speaks with MARY'S unique
speech impediment, just for the added effect. Of MARY herself,
whom the clothes were stolen off of, there is nothing to be
seen.
PROFESSOR (Kindly): Yes, Mary?
MOJO JOJO: Golly...I was justa wondering...d'ahm...
PROFESSOR: Go on! Don't be shy!
MOJO JOJO (Sweetly): Well...can you thet your machine to any time???
PROFESSOR (Pointing to knobs): Certainly! That's what these
knobs are for!
MOJO JOJO: And any playthe???
The PROFESSOR walks around to the other end of the Time Portal,
and indicates all the knobs that are on that side.
PROFESSOR: Well, yes! These knobs over here determine the
spatial coordinates!
All this time, the disguised MOJO JOJO has gradually made 'her'
way up forward from the back of the crowd of parents and
students, and at the moment when 'she' next speaks, there is only
one row of kids between 'her' and the PROFESSOR...and yet
'she' still continues forward.
MOJO JOJO: GEE! Tho THAT means you could even thet it to
the EXACT TIME AND PLACE WHERE YOU EXPERIENCED THE INCIDENT THAT
GOT YOU INTERESTED IN SCIENCE IN THE FIRST PLACE????
Of the POWERPUFF GIRLS, only BUTTERCUP still watches her father
smilingly, with not the faintest idea that something may be
amiss. BUBBLES and BLOSSOM, on the other hand, watch their
'schoolmate' with what looks like some amount of unease. Now,
with MOJO JOJO finishing that last question, BLOSSOM startles her
father a bit by raising herself and her hand up in the air.
BLOSSOM: PROFESSOR!
PROFESSOR: Yes, Blossom?
BLOSSOM: Well, I wanted to ask...
MOJO JOJO (Interrupting): Excuse ME, Blossom...
BLOSSOM stops herself.
MOJO JOJO (Not sweetly at all): But I was nota finished...WITH MY
QUESTIONS!!!!
When MOJO JOJO starts hyperventilating to get himself under
control, he sounds a lot less like an inquisitive large human
girl, and a lot more like a livid male chimpanzee. Everybody
stares at him in surprise...but they then decide to take
matters at face value for now.
KEANE: Blossom...Mary's right. Let her finish, and THEN
you could ask your question!
BLOSSOM floats down back to a seated position, staring daggers
at MOJO JOJO all the while, very angry at her 'classmate' for her
unexpected rudeness.
BLOSSOM: Hmph!
Now MOJO JOJO is right up at the front of the crowd, no longer
as a curious little girl, but a stipulating brat who won't take
'no' for an answer.
MOJO JOJO (Ultra-demanding): PROFESSOR! CAN YOU SET IT TO THE
PARTICULAR TIME AND PLACE?!?!
PROFESSOR (Surprised): Um...Yes!
MOJO JOJO: Can you do it NOW? RIGHT NOW?!
PROFESSOR (Intimidated): Sure!
Somehow, the PROFESSOR manages to adjust every knob on his
Portal to the correct setting in a rather fast amount of time
while keeping his eyes fixed on MOJO JOJO and smiling nervously,
as if very worried of what might happen if he were to let his
eyes off this 'little girl'.
PROFESSOR: Done!
MOJO JOJO starts to push MARY'S glasses from the bridge of his
nose.
MOJO JOJO (Pleased): It's SET then?!
PROFESSOR (Sweating profusely): YES! Is that all, Mary?!
MOJO JOJO (No longer MARY): YES!!! THAT'S ALL, PROFESSOR
UTONIUM! WHOO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
The disguise no longer necessary, MOJO JOJO rips MARY'S dress in
two like a sheet of junk mail. The crowd of PARENTS and KIDS
gape in alarm. As he leaps forward, the POWERPUFFS rise into the
air.
POWERPUFFS (Shocked): MOJO!!!
MOJO JOJO hurtles past the PROFESSOR, and into the depths of his
Time Portal. He falls into the warp hole as easily as a stone
dropped in the middle of the ocean; his figure quickly shrinks
within its depths, and then is gone. Then the image within the
Portal's frame vanishes completely, and all of its knobs fold
back inward to the lace where they were originally set
in...all except one dial extending out from the Portal's low
right side, which switches from its setting of 'VACANT' to that
of 'OCCUPIED'.
The POWERPUFFS fly after their foe, but they rebound off the
barricade of knobs.
BLOSSOM: You come BACK here!
All of them start attacking the interface of knobs, BLOSSOM
zapping it with her laser vision, BUBBLES slamming punches into
it, BUTTERCUP trying to wrench the knobs right out of the frame.
The PROFESSOR has to act fast to stop them.
PROFESSOR: WHOA, GIRLS!
He points to the one thing that still hangs outside the
frame.
PROFESSOR: See that? It's OCCUPIED! Right now, it's
transporting Mojo Jojo into the past, which is a little more
complicated than transporting a hat or a set of keys, so it could take a little
longer!
He walks over to the other side a bit, resting his chin in his
hands, and wearing a thoughtful look.
PROFESSOR: Really...I'm not even sure if he'll
SURVIVE...it could be a rough trip through the...
It should be observed here that at this, and every other time
that the PROFESSOR invokes the title of the phenomenon he is now
about to speak of, he does so in an ooky-spooky kind of voice,
with tremendously emphasized gravity, as if trying to impress
everybody with how profound it all is. It is the same tone of
voice most people in Townsville use when introducing the demonic
entity known only as HIM...only moreso.
PROFESSOR: ...FIFTH DIMENSION.
POWERPUFFS: 'The Fifth Dimension?'
PROFESSOR: Yes! That's how the Time Portal works!
He now walks over to a rat maze set next to TWIGGY'S hamster,
and brings up a little white mouse in his hands he'd taken from
somewhere, and places it inside the maze.
PROFESSOR: Imagine this mouse trapped in a TWO-dimensional
maze...
The little mouse looks around in confusion for a bit, but is not
truly given a chance to really explore the maze, for at that
moment, the PROFESSOR picks him back up again...
PROFESSOR: ...with no idea that there's a THIRD dimension that it can
move in!
With what must seem, to the mouse, at least, a miracle bordering
on divine intervention, the PROFESSOR totally bypasses his
TWO-dimensional constraints, and carries him right over to where
the cheese is at the end of the maze. The mouse then feasts
greedily upon it.
PROFESSOR: Yes! So do we find ourselves in a
FOUR-dimensional world, seemingly trapped by space and
time...
He draws a helpful diagram on the upper-left corner school's
chalkboard of a human being within FOUR-dimension settings,
perhaps, even now, going completely going over the heads of all
the KIDS, and not a few of the PARENTS attentively paying
attention...
PROFESSOR: ....unless by moving in the...FIFTH DIMENSION...
He traces a line down to the lower-right corner of the
chalkboard where another figure in a FOUR-dimensional geometric
shape sits with the word 'PAST' underlined nearby.
PROFESSOR: ...we can overcome these limitations and, in
theory, travel through time! Well, we should know pretty soon if
our monkey friend survives HIS trip through the FIFTH DIMENSION!
IRRESOLUTE TIMEFRAME, -CHRONOLOGICAL
DISSONANCE-
5th DIMENSION, TIME PORTAL, -ERRATIC
MILIEU-
MOJO JOJO is, indeed, surviving, but not liking the trip. His
hands are covered over his eyes, and when he dares to spread his
fingers and see what the Fifth Dimension is all about, he finds
himself standing on nothing, his body involuntarily propelling
forward on its own as if being pushed by some weird force of
gravity, passing through the centers of an endless succession of
frames.
There is no color within the Fifth Dimension, even MOJO JOJO'S
own physical body has been sucked of all its purples and greens
and blues and so forth...reducing him to only a series of
arranged lines and shapes, like the hastily scrawling of a
storyboard artist in some cartoon.
MOJO JOJO is shooting forward through what seems to be some
strange, bottomless tunnel; the sight of it startles him almost
out of his senses. Suddenly...
MOJO JOJO: aAAaAAaAH!!!!!
...the strange force acting on his body suddenly increases
in speed. The screams he screams echoes in a very strange
fashion within this bizarre new setting. The frames snake around
to the center of some spiraling form...
MOJO JOJO: wAAaaH!! YAAaaaaH!!!
He passes squiggling fields of writhing blackness surrounding
the framelength's exterior, until finally, the Portal opens up
into that blackness, where a large spiraling shape swirls around
and around like slow water in a bathtub drain. He plummets into
the darkness, and then falls straight through that, into the
center of the spiral...
MOJO JOJO: WAAaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAH!!!
EARLY 21ST CENTURY, MORNING, -PRESENT
TIME-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -POKEY OAKS
KINDERGARTEN-
Meanwhile, back at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, the dial on the
PROFESSOR'S Time Portal turns from 'OCCUPIED' back to 'VACANT'
again. All the knobs start folding back outward again, and a
view of the Fifth Dimension starts filling up the frame.
PROFESSOR (Sounding pleased): AH! Looks like me MADE it!
BLOSSOM (All business): Alright, Professor! We're goin' in!
BUTTERCUP: Yeah! We'll bring him back before he can do any damage!
PROFESSOR: Ooh, I hope so! Messing around in the past can
have a MAJOR impact on our present reality! Yes, you'll have
to be careful as well, Girls, not to affect anybody or anything!
The PROFESSOR points his finger authoritatively at the
POWERPUFFS, speaking in tones of utter seriousness.
PROFESSOR: That means NO superhero stuff! I MEAN IT!!! If
anyone in the past saw you flying or using your superpowers, that could have consequences as drastic as anything Mojo might
cause!!!
BLOSSOM salutes the PROFESSOR like a Navy sailor would his
captain.
BLOSSOM: Aye, aye, Professor! No superpowers! Okay! C'mon
Girls! Hold hands, here we go!
BLOSSOM leads the way into the Time Portal and the Fifth
Dimension within. With she holding BUTTERCUP'S hand, and her
holding BUBBLES' hand, the POWERPUFF GIRLS head back in time.
IRRESOLUTE TIMEFRAME, -CHRONOLOGICAL
DISSONANCE-
5th DIMENSION, TIME PORTAL, -ERRATIC
MILIEU-
The moment BUBBLES passes the Portal's threshold, she turns her
head back and, with her voice ululating weirdly, bids the
PROFESSOR farewell.
BUBBLES: ByE-ByE, PrOFEssOR!
PROFESSOR: Good luck, Girls!
And then they're off,
falling...falling...falling...
LATE 20th CENTURY, MORNING, -INSPIRATION
DATE-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -SCHOOL
HALLWAY-
...While farther up ahead, MOJO JOJO falls on his face on a
hallway floor. He is now within some school building of times
gone by. He rises back quickly to his feet.
MOJO JOJO: Ooooh...what a trip!
Then a piece of paper tacked on a nearby bulletin board catches
his eye.
MOJO JOJO: Hmmm?! What's THIS?!
The paper reads; '1959 YEARBOOKS SIGN UP!'
MOJO JOJO: 'Nineteen Fifty-Nine?!' HA HA! It WORKED!!!
Now...WHERE IS HE?!
He walks a little way down the hall, when at that moment, he
hears the voice of a teacher from behind a nearby classroom
door.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Okay! I'm going to start this movie!
Everybody in their seats? Good! Mister Utonium, can you please get the lights?
From behind the door MOJO JOJO is now standing in front of,
there comes sound of rapid little footfalls, then the lights are
turned off, and then the footfalls making their way back to their
seat.
As the TEACHER'S film starts up, MOJO JOJO jumps up, grabs the
end of the classroom door's window, and lifts himself up. He
grins evilly as he peers within the classroom where the unwitting
young prey with such a momentous future ahead of him that he has
crossed Space and Time to catch up with and royally confound sits
in total open obliviousness.
(END OF ACT ONE) Act
Two
LATE 20th CENTURY, MORNING, -INSPIRATION
DATE-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -SCHOOL SCIENCE
LAB-
The education bit of cinema being watched by the students inside
this school has been filmed in and for a community that, while in
the future will progress to the status of 'city', for now is
known simply as...
MOVIE NARRATOR: The Town of Townsville! An ordinary town in an
ordinary Main Street...except for the not-so-ordinary Active
Volcano!
The film shot cuts to a view of the aforementioned Volcano,
which rumbles in a rather stilting manner on-cue with the end of
the MOVIE NARRATOR'S first line, before the viewers are treated
to a shot of the actual man. The MOVIE NARRATOR is a
refined-looking man in his thirties, seated on the edge of a desk
that's empty except for a model of an atom. With his dapper
shoes, suit, hairdo, double chin, and flawless diction, he is the
model of what every mother of that time period worth her salt
would want their young boy to become upon growing up.
MOVIE NARRATOR: Kids: Here, as in any town near an Active
Volcano, it's Safety First!
Then the scene cuts from his office over to the rimmed surface
of the Active Volcano. There's a young teenage boy
unrealistically dancing around the edge of the Volcano's
precarious opening.
MOVIE NARRATOR: Jimmy thought it would be 'coolsville' to 'goof
around' this Active Volcano!
Suddenly...Jimmy loses his balance, his arms flip around as
he tries to recall his balance, his eyes bug out in dismay
and...well...you can probably guess it for yourself,
dear reader...
MOVIE NARRATOR: And LOOK what happened to him!
...That's right. The next time Jimmy was crossing the
intersection in his car, he hit the brakes too late and crashed
headlong into a gas tanker. An all too common tale.
The audience of children packed inside the classroom gasp in
shock...but the MOVIE NARRATOR isn't finished yet.
MOVIE NARRATOR: (Still cheerful) Lisa liked to 'hang out' with
the wrong crowd...unfortunately for her, it was also the wrong place, an Active Volcano, with
dire consequences for
Lisa!
Consequences such as...
MOVIE NARRATOR: Stunted Growth!
GASP!
MOVIE NARRATOR: Bulimic Disorders!
DOUBLE GASP!
MOVIE NARRATOR: And Other Diseases!
...Certainly none of which could ever include being
melted into goo by the tremendous heat of the Volcano's lava! The very
idea!
MOVIE NARRATOR: Children, talk to your family about the
dangers!
Next we see a young little scamp talking with his smiling
parents. Mom is Knitting Some Knitting, Dad is Reading The
Paper, and both are seated in comfy-looking chairs and are
nodding their heads, as if in synch with music only they can
hear.
This scene is followed up shortly by another shot of a suburban
home; with another little boy seated next to Dad at the breakfast
table. FATHER'S got most of his face hidden behind that
newspaper he's reading.
MOVIE NARRATOR: Go on, Junior, Dad's not going to bite!
The MOVIE SON pauses a moment longer looking out towards the
screen at the ever-helpful MOVIE NARRATOR before turning to his
FATHER and asking...
MOVIE SON: Dad, is it okay for me to play around the Volcano?
The MOVIE FATHER puts down his paper. Well, well! Looks like somebody has
already been playing around the volcano, and has
even got the bulimic facial pustules to prove it, the rascally
kook!
MOVIE FATHER (Brightly): Son, I'm glad you asked this
question!
The MOVIE SON smiles keenly at his father.
MOVIE NARRATOR: See? That wasn't so bad! And now, the Mayor
of Townsville has a special message about the Volcano!
Coming into the MOVIE NARRATOR'S office is none another than
MAYOR MAYOR! He looks exactly the same as he will decade
later...only here he's got much more hair!
MAYOR: Hey, kids! My favorite thing to do is to throw things
into the Volcano! Try it! It's great fun!
MOVIE NARRATOR (Smiling): You mean don't throw things into
the Volcano!
MAYOR: No, I mean do throw things into the Volcano!
Finally, the film finishes up with the MOVIE NARRATOR, the
MAYOR, and some guy in a Volcano costume hugging together and
waving towards the audience...
MOVIE NARRATOR: Oh, we 'lava' you, Mr. Mayor! Hahaha! So,
once again, it's Safety First with Mr. Active Volcano!
...And a big shot of 'END' and all the copyright
information.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Ms. Keane, can you please get the lights?
LIL' KEANE: Sure, Teacher!
The future schoolteacher of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, now barely
older than a kindergartener herself, if that, flips the lights
back on. As MOJO JOJO'S head rises up in the window of the
doorway leading out, a strange look crosses LIL' KEANE'S face, as
if she's getting some funny premonition. She turns towards the
door...a little too slow to catch MOJO JOJO before he backs
back down. Then she shrugs her shoulders and returns to her
desk.
The SCIENCE TEACHER is a well-dressed young woman in her middle
ages. There are bottles and sinks and chemicals all around her
laboratory classroom, as well as a skeleton replica hanging from
a hook, and on the face of one of her blackboards is a diagram of
a volcano.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Well, I hope you all learned something from
the movie!
The future assistant to Townsville's MAYOR raises her hand.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Yes, Miss Bellum?
LIL' BELLUM: I learned that the Mayor is a complete idiot.
While the SCIENCE TEACHER may not exactly be disagreeing with
that, it would seem that that wasn't the type of lesson she
wanted to bring home to these bright young minds.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Yes...well...ah...does anyone
have any questions about the film?
Another child's hand raises up.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Um, yes?
We focus on a small child that looks a heck of a lot like the Professor if he
was a small child. The voice of this child sounds just like the
Professor's at a higher octave.
CHILD: I felt that the subversive use of metaphoric
circumstance and the contextual delivery of the objective matter
underlined the fundamental misrepresentation of intrinsic social values!
MOJO JOJO'S eyes bug out. Except for the matter of his height
and age, this young boy is an exact likeness of the man MOJO
JOJO would one day come to call 'Father!' From the prudish
hairdo and the starchy tie, to the sophisticated intellect and
uptight mannerism, MOJO JOJO has no reason not to
believe...
MOJO JOJO: It's HIM!
...The future PROFESSOR, to be more precise, not the kinky
demon. Meanwhile, the young boy's mouth is still going a mile a
minute...
CHILD: ...Without any redeeming moral or ethical
resolutions!
MOJO JOJO (Contemptuously): Arrogant little FOOL!
Suddenly, a hand reaches behind the boy and yanks him backwards
so that he falls onto the floor.
SCIENCE TEACHER: I saw that Mister...
Guess Who?
SCIENCE TEACHER: ...Utonium!
LIL' PROFESSOR: Hahahahaha!
After that mean little chuckle, the future scientific averts his
eyes in semblance of innocence. Beside him is LIL' KEANE, who is
studying the LIL' PROFESSOR with glaring disapproval, as are his
other classmates.
MOJO JOJO: WHAT?! That BRAT is Professor Utonium?!
With his red-colored shirt, and trendy-looking hairdo, the
PROFESSOR looks much more laid back about everything as a boy.
SCIENCE TEACHER (Trying to get his attention): Mister Utonium!
LIL' PROFESSOR: What? I was just funnin', that's all!
MATTHEW begins to get back up to his seat, and LIL' PROFESSOR
moves out to help him.
LIL' PROFESSOR: Hey buddy, I'm sorry! Here, let me help you
there!
The SCIENCE TEACHER smiles approvingly at this turnabout. She
goes back to writing on her chalkboard, but turns around in
displeasure when she hears a noise not unlike those that would be
made by GRUBBER of the future GANGRENE GANG.
SCIENCE TEACHER (Offended): Why, Matthew!
Absolutely everybody's pointing at him.
MATTHEW (Clueless): What?? What??
SCIENCE TEACHER: In the Kiddie Korner! Now!
MATTHEW (Joylessly): Yes, Teacher.
MATTHEW rises morosely out of his chair. Fortunately for LIL'
PROFESSOR nobody hears the tell-tale squeak of the 'POO-POO
CUSHION' he'd placed underneath MATTHEW'S seat when helping him
to sit down. LIL' PROFESSOR now reaches over quickly, grabs the
whoopee cushion and hides it back in his backpack, laughing
nastily to himself.
LIL' PROFESSOR: Heh-heh! Stooge!
MOJO JOJO (Disapproving): Insolent little whelp!
SCIENCE TEACHER: Now, class, we're going to do something fun
today! We're going to build a real, working, Volcano!
LIL' PROFESSOR is the only one in his class who does not greet
this news with at least part of a smile.
LIL' PROFESSOR (To himself): Like I can barely contain
myself!
SCIENCE TEACHER: Now, if you'll notice, you've all been given
some items for...
PHHBT.
The SCIENCE TEACHER looks up. A few of the students are looking
at LIL' PROFESSOR. LIL' PROFESSOR'S not looking at anybody. She
decides to let it pass.
SCIENCE TEACHER: ...Yes. Well, to begin with, take your
milk bottle and put it...
LIL' PROFESSOR lowers his elbow over the cupped hand he has
jammed in his armpit and makes yet more armpit flatulence. The
SCIENCE TEACHER almost completely loses her cool.
SCIENCE TEACHER: MISTER UTONIUM! Maybe you'd like to join
MATTHEW in the KIDDIE KORNER!
She points over towards the Kiddie Korner, where his khild
klassmate MATTHEW, is facing the wall seated on a stool in a
kringing krouch with a krass kap with 'KLASS KLOWN' komposed on
its kover.
LIL' PROFESSOR: No, man, that's cool. Don't gotta threaten
me 'n' stuff!
SCIENCE TEACHER (Angrily): Well, as I was saying!
So now on to that 'fun' that the SCIENCE TEACHER was talking
about.
SCIENCE TEACHER: To begin with, take your milk bottle and place
it in the bowl. Then take the clay and work it in your hands.
Mold the clay around the milk bottle to form your Volcano. Be
sure not to cover up the mouth of the bottle.
LIL' KEANE sitting next to LIL' PROFESSOR, takes the extra time
to make sure her Volcano comes out looking like a proper
Volcano. Not so LIL' PROFESSOR. He finishes this set of
instructs much faster, and far more creatively; his Volcano comes
out looking vaguely like one of the many, many, many gigantic
beasts his future daughters will have to best time and again.
LIL' PROFESSOR is so pleased with the end result that he plays
with it a bit, first playing the part of the beast...
LIL' PROFESSOR (Threatening growl): RRRGH!
...and then the terrified victim.
LIL' PROFESSOR (Well-acted): AH! It's a MONSTER! It's
like...It's gonna like, EAT ME!!!
MOJO JOJO (Shaking his fist): Just LOOK at that brat!
More surprising than the fact that it's MOJO JOJO, of all
possible people, who's disapproving of such troublesome and
antisocial behavior, is the fact that the SCIENCE TEACHER is not
keeping an eye on the troublesome LIL' PROFESSOR, but obliviously
continues onward with her less.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Okay! Now we take our water and we carefully
pour it into our Volcano.
LIL' PROFESSOR takes the water-filled measuring cup on his desk,
looking bored out of his whole thing...until he takes it
upon himself to continue make-believing his Volcano to be a
monster. He pours in the water, saying in the ghoulish voice of
a B-movie grave-robbing mad scientist...
LIL' PROFESSOR: YES! Monster is THIRSTY! Awgrr! Monster LIKE
water!!! YES!!! More water!!! YES!!!!
SCIENCE TEACHER: And now, very carefully, we add just two drops of red coloring fluid.
Very carefully, LIL' KEANE adds just two drops of red
coloring fluid.
Very carefully, LIL' PROFESSOR pours the entire bottle down
his Monster's throat.
LIL' PROFESSOR: BLOOD! BLOOD!!! BLOOD for Monster!
Monster LOVES to drink BLOOD!!!!
He's got LIL' KEANE'S attention. She stares at him silently
with wide, unblinking eyes, and very slowly, raises her hand.
SCIENCE TEACHER: So far so good. We are now ready to add our
chemicals.
LIL' PROFESSOR is over the moon! He raises the many flasks of
fluid up off the table, looking and sounding more like a mad
scientist than ever.
LIL' PROFESSOR (esthetically macabre): CHEMICALS! CHEMICALS!!!
LIL' KEANE (Worried): Teacher!
He squirts in the contents of two bottles at once. Whatever it
is that's in his Volcano is now starting to smoke.
SCIENCE TEACHER: Being extremely careful not to add too much at once!
LIL' PROFESSOR is extremely careful to ignore this last little
detail, and pour in lots of everything because...
LIL' PROFESSOR (Adding yet more of them): Huh-huh! Monster
LOVES Chemicals!!!!
LIL' KEANE (Louder and more worried): TEACHER!!!
SCIENCE TEACHER: Yes?
She sees.
SCIENCE TEACHER (Aghast): MISTER UTONIUM!!!
MOJO JOJO: FOOL! Doesn't he know that mixture
will...?!?!
BOOM!!!
LIL' PROFESSOR'S Volcano erupts with 1/3,200,000,000th of all
the violence and fury of Mount Saint Helena, enough, in short, to
fill his entire Science Lab with smoke.
SCIENCE TEACHER: STOP, DROP, ROLL!!! STOP, DROP, ROLL!!!
MOJO JOJO: Now's my chance!
As the other children Stop, Drop, Rolling their way out of
danger, MOJO JOJO jumps into the smoke-filled room, grabs the LIL' PROFESSOR under his arm, and dashes out of there.
LIL'
PROFESSOR offers no resistance, he looks like he's been knocked
out for now by the blast.
At that moment, the POWERPUFF GIRLS materialize into the
hallway, coughing and hacking on the smoke still spewing forth
from the Science Lab.
BUBBLES: I hate the Fifth Dimension!
BLOSSOM: I think we're out of the portal!
BUTTERCUP: Yeah, and into the fire! I have a feeling Mojo's
been here! C'mon!
They zip down a hallway, completely forgetting that little talk
they had with the PROFESSOR about not showing off their
superpowers, until a chance encounter with a panicking girl
running in their direction jogs their memory.
PANICKING GIRL (Running forward): FIRE! FIRE!
BUTTERCUP (To PANICKING GIRL): HEY! Did you see an ugly
monkey with a...?
PANICKING GIRL (Running backward): MARTIANS! MARTIANS!
BLOSSOM: Professor's right. We'd better not fly around.
They land on the ground.
BLOSSOM: Looks like we're hoofin' it! Let's go!
They run down the hallway until they spot some potential helpful
informants.
BLOSSOM: Hey! Let's talk to those kids!
She walks up briskly to one of the youngsters cowering on the
ground with his arms over his head.
BLOSSOM: Uh, hello there! What's happening?
PANICKING BOY: It's the Apocalypse!
A tie-wearing young boy near BUTTERCUP snorts derisively.
TIE WEARER: No, it's not! That stupid Utonium kid blew up
the Science Lab!
BUTTERCUP doesn't care much for the TIE WEARER'S using the word
'stupid' in conjunction with her father. She slugs the TIE
WEARER one good one in the face, and when he's floored, hoists
him up close to her face by his tie.
BUTTERCUP: SHADDUP! Where is he?
TIE WEARER (Fearful): I dunno!
BUBBLES, though is the one who gets the really useful
answers...
LIL' KEANE (To BUBBLES): I saw him! Some hairy guy carried him
away!
...And she runs to her sisters with the news.
BUBBLES: Guys, guys! Mojo's got the Professor!
BLOSSOM: Oh, NO!
BUBBLES: What do we do?!
BUTTERCUP: We RESCUE him! And KICK Mojo's BUTT!!!
BLOSSOM: But what's his plan? Where would Mojo take the
Professor?
Why, to his hideout, of course, right to...
MOJO JOJO: HA! My Volcano Top Observ...!!!
...atory. Only it's not there. MOJO JOJO is standing at
the base of Townsville's Active Volcano that the Science Lab
movie was showing, and he's not seeing his precious hideout.
MOJO JOJO: What is this?!?!
Then it comes to him.
MOJO JOJO: CURSES! Of course! In the past, I have not
built my Observatory yet, therefore, there IS no Observatory!
With LIL' PROFESSOR still under his arm, he begins to circle
around the base of the Volcano, critically observing all its
facets.
MOJO JOJO: There is not even a staircase!
LIL' PROFESSOR: Unnnhhhh....
At this moment, LIL' PROFESSOR groggily starts to come to. He
sees that there's a hand under his chin, sees that the hand
trails up to a grim-looking monkey, and decides that he wants to
be put down. He lets MOJO JOJO know it by biting his hand
really, really hard.
MOJO JOJO: AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!
It has the desired effect; but MOJO JOJO has to shake the boy
off his hand like a rabid weasel. Once released, LIL' PROFESSOR
rubs at his head, gets a better look at the guy who'd been
carrying him and tells him...
LIL' PROFESSOR: MAN! You are one UGH-LIE hallucination!
MOJO JOJO (Offended): I AM NO HALLUCINATION! I am Mojo Jojo! I have come from the FUTURE to find YOU,
PROFESSOR
UTONIUM!!!
If MOJO JOJO was hoping this would impress the boy, he can count
himself sadly mistaken. LIL' PROFESSOR stares back at him with a
wry look of disbelief.
LIL' PROFESSOR (Derisory): 'Professor Utonuim?' Like, what a
kooky nickname!
MOJO JOJO: Now you listen to me! You will NOT be getting
inspired to create the Powerpuff Girls today!
LIL' PROFESSOR does not know what to make of this command. He
stares blankly at MOJO JOJO for several seconds before the
word...
LIL' PROFESSOR: What?
...Comes out of his mouth.
MOJO JOJO: Nothing will be happening to you today! So, NOTHING
will inspire you to get into science, and therefore, you will NOT
create the Powerpuff Girls! And then, I, Mojo Jojo, will RULE TOWNSVILLE!!!
...Actually, what would most likely happen if PROFESSOR
UTONIUM had never gotten into science and created the POWERPUFF
GIRLS is this; First, there wouldn't be a Townsville to rule, the
endless succession of monsters, villains, and plain ol' natural
disasters would have wiped it off the map AGES ago. Second, the
monkey JOJO that MOJO JOJO was born as would never have become
the PROFESSOR'S pet, or undergone that chemical-induced mutation
that gave him his MOJO when he initiated that famous accident,
and as JOJO, he would have lived out the rest of his days as a
dumb animal. Like it or not, MOJO JOJO owes his existence to the
POWERPUFF GIRLS, as much as they owe their existence to him.
But inept deduction or no, it doesn't make MOJO JOJO'S story any
more credible to the science-loathing LIL' PROFESSOR.
LIL' PROFESSOR (Disdainfully): You're CRAZY! I ain't creatin'
NOTHING! And science? Pah! Man, forget it! It's Dullsville!
MOJO JOJO considers this revelation...
MOJO JOJO: Hmmm...
And decides it just isn't sufficient for his needs.
MOJO JOJO: Nevertheless, you will accompany me to my Volcano
Top to make SURE nothing interesting happens to you!!!
He starts advancing on LIL' PROFESSOR, hands curled into
gripping claws, and LIL' PROFESSOR starts backing
away...
LIL' PROFESSOR: Hey, Daddy-O, like, cool it with the hooks!
Then MOJO JOJO grabs him and lifts him in the air.
MOJO JOJO: Gotcha!
LIL' PROFESSOR is not pleased to be back in MOJO JOJO'S grip.
He bites MOJO JOJO again, this time on the nose.
MOJO JOJO: Ouch!
MOJO JOJO starts walking towards the Volcano, and LIL' PROFESSOR
kicks him in the mouth.
MOJO JOJO: Ouch!
Then LIL' PROFESSOR raises up a fist, and clubs MOJO JOJO in an
eye...
MOJO JOJO: Ouch!
...Causing him so much pain that he drops the LIL'
PROFESSOR on the ground.
MOJO JOJO (Pointing to Volcano): Enough of this foolishness!
You will CLIMB!
LIL' PROFESSOR (Annoyed): Like, your attitude's really startin'
to BUG, Daddy-O. So, like, I'm gonna split, man, dig?!
Nonchalantly, he starts to walk past MOJO JOJO, and tells him
offhandedly...
LIL' PROFESSOR: Maybe I'll go create me some of those crazy 'Powderpuff' Girls you keep
yappin' about!
MOJO JOJO is back in his face faster than he can blink.
MOJO JOJO: WHAT?! YOU'RE GOING TO GO CREATE THE POWERPUFF
GIRLS NOW?!
Knowing that he's pushed a very sensitive button, the
troublemaking LIL' PROFESSOR smirks mischievously and plays his
game for all it's worth.
LIL' PROFESSOR: Sure! It's a cinch, man! I'm the Professor, remember?
MOJO JOJO (Horrified): NO!!!!
LIL' PROFESSOR: YEAH! And what with all these crazy happenings, I'm all
inspired-like!
With that said, he decides it's time to move on...
LIL' PROFESSOR: Haha, so see you later, alligator!
Which does NOT HOLD WELL with MOJO JOJO. He seizes LIL'
PROFESSOR by both his arms, and rams him back against the face of
the Volcano, snarling in his face.
MOJO JOJO (Truly furious): YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, ALLIGATOR!!!
For the first time, it dawns on the little troublemaker that this is not a problem that can be just brushed aside by his
snotty laughter, but a real life-threatening situation. LIL'
PROFESSOR understands how truly evil MOJO JOJO is, this obsessive
ranting chimpanzee is capable of so many atrocities, this one
little cold-blooded murder wouldn't require so much as a second
thought, and at this point, he'd be only too glad to do the deed! All tracers of snideness and sarcasm are wipes from his
eyes, replaced by a look of pure fear.
MOJO JOJO: NOW! YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO
CREATE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!?
LIL' PROFESSOR (Very scared): Hey, man, like...I don't
know what you're talking about!!
MOJO JOJO (Smiling insanely): Fine, then! If you will not TELL
me, I will be forced to implement OTHER METHODS OF PERSUASION!
Meanwhile, the POWERPUFF GIRLS in question are racing as fast as
their legs can carry them.
BLOSSOM: Hurry, Girls! We might be too late!
BUBBLES: Ooooh! Can't we PLEASE fly?!
BUTTERCUP: No! Besides, I'm using muscles I didn't even know I had!
Back at the Volcano, MOJO JOJO is steadily ascending the
mountainside. It is a rather remarkable undertaking considering
that he has no ropes, no scaling equipment or tools, all he's got
are his hands and feet...and one of those hands is being
used to drag LIL' PROFESSOR up by his hair.
LIL' PROFESSOR (Even more scared): LEMME GO!!!
MOJO JOJO: SHUT UP, BRAT!
As MOJO JOJO continue to bring him higher and higher up the
Volcano, LIL' PROFESSOR tries to desperately to rationalize with
him.
LIL' PROFESSOR: Listen, that was a put-on, c'mon, a GAG!
MOJO JOJO: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! There is only ONE WAY to stop
you, Professor, and that is to DESTROY YOU!!!!
It takes a second for the full gravity of MOJO JOJO'S words to
register in LIL' PROFESSOR. He tosses all dignity aside as he
screams in horror, flailing his limbs around wildly.
LIL' PROFESSOR (Screaming in fear): AAAH-AAAH-AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
But then his skull knocks against the mountainside, and he's
promptly knocked unconscious again.
LIL' PROFESSOR: Oof!
Finally, MOJO JOJO makes it to his goal, at the top of the
Volcano mountain, where the pool of molten sludge bubbles
below.
From a distance away, the POWERPUFFS arrive just close enough to
see MOJO JOJO'S figure on the horizon, lifting LIL' PROFESSOR up
over his head. They gasp in dismay as he tosses their future
father down the Volcano's depths, for the lava below to stunt his
growth, give him bulimia, and other nasty things.
POWERPUFFS: PROFESSOR!
BLOSSOM: Walking, SCHMALKING! Let's FLY!!
And fly they do, desperately so, for LIL' PROFESSOR'S falling fast!
MOJO JOJO (Triumphantly): HOO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Victory is snatched out of MOJO JOJO'S hands at the last
possible moment. The POWERPUFFS catch their LIL' PROFESSOR just
before he hit, lifting up and out of the Volcano, and depositing
him gently on the grassy ground at the Volcano's base. As LIL'
PROFESSOR'S head touch the earth, his eyes woozily half-open, and
with a bit of effort, he lifts himself up to see who it was that
had so miraculously rescued him from such certain doom.
LIL' PROFESSOR (Groggily): Huh?
What he sees are the fuzzy figures of three lovely...
LIL' PROFESSOR: ...girls...?
...all of whom are perhaps just a year younger than he is,
floating over him protectively, and staring down upon him, for
reasons he couldn't possibly comprehend, with unrequited
love.
LIL' PROFESSOR: ...uhhnhh.
Much as he might like to expand further into the matter, it is
all LIL' PROFESSOR can do just to witness this brief little
sight, what with the knock on his noggin. He sways a bit, then
collapses back into unconsciousness with a ridiculously happy
dreamy smile on his face.
MOJO JOJO: AAAH!!!
The POWERPUFFS' attention now snaps back to MOJO JOJO, who's
throwing yet another tantrum.
MOJO JOJO: CURSES! DOUBLE CURSES!!!
BLOSSOM (To her sisters): We're not done yet!
They zip up to MOJO JOJO.
SMACK!
POW!
BAM!
Finally, one last hard WHACK! from all of them at once that
lifts MOJO JOJO up into the air, and down plummeting into the
very same lava pool he'd almost consigned LIL' PROFESSOR to.
MOJO JOJO (Falling): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!
BUTTERCUP: Should we...?
BLOSSOM: I guess we can't leave him behind...
They zip back in and grab him in the nick of time.
BUBBLES: GOTCHA!!!
But MOJO JOJO is horrified to be touched by the POWERPUFFS!
MOJO JOJO: NO!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!
And yet, he doesn't want to be left to dropped down into the
Volcano!
MOJO JOJO: NO!!! DON'T PUT ME DOWN!!
Decisions, decisions...
MOJO JOJO: I mean, YES! NO! D'AAAAAH!!!!
Suddenly, the hand of a very large Special Tool materializes
from out of a Time Vortex in the air, grabs all four of them at
once, and yanks them back into the Fifth Dimension!
EARLY 21ST CENTURY, MORNING, -PRESENT
TIME-
NORTH AMERICA, TOWNSVILLE, -POKEY OAKS
KINDERGARTEN-
Back at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, PROFESSOR UTONIUM is struggling
like a fisherman with a monster catch.
PROFESSOR: Got...something!
The PROFESSOR takes several steps backward, it looks like it's
talking some effort for him to do so.
PROFESSOR: Almost...out...NOW!!! Nnngh...NGGGAAH!
With one titanic heave he rings in MOJO JOJO holding BUBBLES
holding BUTTERCUP holding BLOSSOM holding the Special Tool out of
the Fifth Dimension and back into their Home Time. The force of
it knocks him against the while and when he opens his
eyes...
PROFESSOR: Huh?
...and sees his...
PROFESSOR: ...Girls...?
...Hovering over him the same way they did all those years
before, his mind makes a very profound connection, and he rises
to his feet in joy.
PROFESSOR: It...It was YOU!
He envelopes the three of them in a big, loving hug.
PROFESSOR: All this time, it was YOU!
BLOSSOM: What do you mean, Professor?
PROFESSOR: Like I mentioned earlier, I was a terrible brat
who had no interest in education, let alone science, but one
day my life was saved by these three Perfect Little Girls, and
from then on, I became obsessed with finding out who they were
and where they came from, so much so, that I dedicated my life to
trying to CREATE those Perfect Little Girls! And it was YOU,
ALL ALONG! Oh, Girls, I love...!
But it is at this moment MS. KEANE decides enough is enough.
KEANE: Okay, that's very nice, thank you, Professor!
PROFESSOR UTONIUM has taken up enough time already without
robbing the other parents still waiting for their turns of what
time they have! So she turns to her class and tells them with
great enthusiasm...
KEANE: Next up is Mr. Kevin, who works in the fast-paced and
often dangerous world of Professional Cartooning!!!
PARENTS & KIDS (Impressed): OOOOOOOH!
The Flashing Heart Logo Flashes Its Hearts.
NARRATOR: So, Once Again, The Days Are Saved, Thanks to the
Powerpuff Girls! But, the credits SHOULD go to none other than
MOJO JOJO, who once again had a hand in helping create...THE
POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!
MOJO JOJO: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NARRATOR: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!
(END OF ACT TWO) T
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