How the Grink Almost Stole Christmas

by  VaVOOM (brownieutonium@yahoo.com).

Narrator: The city of Townsville...is having a white Christmas Eve!  It's almost time for dinner.  Ahh, and here's our girls!

We see Blossom, who is making a very accurate ice sculpture of Albert Einstein, Bubbles making a snow angel, and Buttercup making a scary snowman with icicle fangs.  All three girls are wearing warm clothing and those funny ski hats!

Professor: Girls!  Come in!  Dinner's ready!

Girls: Coming!

The Professor holds open the door and he girls zoom into the house.  He takes their coats and puts them in front of the fireplace to dry.  The girls each zip to their spot at the dinner table.

The Professor brings a large dish with an equally large roasted turkey on it.

Girls: MMmm!!  Yum!

Zoom to Mojo's Observatory.  Mojo Jojo has also called the RowdyRuff  Boys in for dinner as well.  However, they are having roasted ham for dinner.

Boys: MMmm!  Yeah!

Scene:  The Townsville skyline.  (still covered with snow)

Narrator: But while the peaceful "Townies" are enjoying their dinner, an evil plot unfolds...

The view swivels to a tall dark, nearby mountain.  There is a cave on the side with a very faint light coming from it. 

Scene: Inside the cave:  It is very dark and quiet, except for some heavy breathing.  It isn't a very tidy cave at all.  There are magazines, explosives, clubs, and evil plots all over the floor.  As the camera moves to the back of the cave it gets darker and darker, until the screen is pitch black.  Suddenly, we hear some scratching sounds and barking.

Dog: Bark!  Bark!  BARK!

Whatever was sleeping wakes up and responds in a low, gravelly voice.

Evil Voice: What is it this time, Bernard!?  Can't you see I'm trying to sleep!?

Dog: Woof!  WOOF!  ARF!

Evil Voice: A letter?  From my cousin?  Most curious indeed...

Sounds of tearing paper are heard.

Evil Voice: Oh NO!  He has failed his mission!  That lazy good-for-nothing...I'll show him...I will take the mission on... right here...in TOWNSVILLE!!  Ha ha haha!!  Hurry, Bernard, we must get ready, it is almost time...

Narrator: Oh no!  What does this sinister fiend have in mind?

Scene: The PowerPuff Girls bedroom.  The Professor is tucking them into bed.  

Professor: Goodnight, girls.

Girls: Goodnight, Professor.

The professor smiles, turns off the light and closes the door.

Scene shift to the RowdyRuff Boys bedroom.  Mojo Jojo  is also putting them to bed.

Mojo: Sleep tight, boys, and don't let the bedbugs bite.

Boys: G'night, Pops.

Mojo chuckles, turns off the light, and closes the door.

Boomer: Oh man.  What did he say?  Bugs?  BUGS in the BED?

Butch smiles evilly and gives Boomer a *pinch* under the blanket.

Boomer: AAHHH!  HELP!  BUUGS!!

Brick glares at Butch.

Brick: Cut it out!

Butch: Sheesh, what crybabies!

The camera shifts to a digital clock on a dresser next to the boy's bed.  In time-lapse video, the clock goes from 7:30:00 PM...to 9:45:00 PM...to 11:17:00 PM...  and finally to 11:59:59 PM.  One second later, 12:00:00 PM , the alarm goes off!

Butch quickly slams his hand on it and turns it off.  He shakes awake Boomer and Brick.

Butch: (whispering) C'mon,  you guys, wake UP!

Brick: Huh?

Boomer: (whispering) What is it? He looks around worriedly (Loudly) Is there another bug on me?

Brick: Shhh!!

Butch: (whispering) No, Stupid!  We're going to sneak downstairs and see if Santa Claus came yet!  And If he hasn't, then we'll wait for him!

Boomer:  (Almost yelling) Oh!  Cool, dude!

Brick and Butch: SHHH!!

Scene shift to the PowerPuff Girl's house.  The girls are tiptoeing downstairs.

Narrator: Hmm,  seems the girls are also trying to sneak a peek at that Santy Claus fellow.

Blossom:  (whispering) Buttercup, I don't think this is a good idea!  What if the professor catches us?

Buttercup: Don't be such a wimp.  We'll just tell him we had to go to the bathroom.

Blossom: (loudly) At the SAME TIME!?

Bubbles and Buttercup: SHHH!!

Buttercup: (whispering angrily) Blossom, if you keep blabbing, we'll definitely get caught!!

Scene shift to the Observatory.  The boys are in Mojo's living room, hiding behind the couch and whispering to each other.

Boomer:  Oh great.  Juuust great.  Exactly how is Santa Claus going to come if we don't have a chimney?

Brick: He'll probably come through the mail slot.

Butch: Maybe he'll just bust through the wall.

Boomer: No, you dope, that would wake everyone up! 

Brick: Or maybe he can just appear.

Butch and Boomer stop arguing and stare at Brick.

Butch: You mean beam himself up?

Boomer: Like in Star Trek??

Butch and Boomer suppress their giggles for a few seconds, before they explode into a fit of laughter.

Brick: Shut up, you guys!  I think I hear something!

Butch: Yeah!  I hear it too!  It's a jolly voice saying ‘Beam me up, Scotty!'

He and Boomer start laughing uncontrollably.  Brick is getting really angry.  He holds up his arm, as if ready to punch them.

Brick: I'm not kidding!  I really do hear something!  Now ZIP IT!

The boys listen intently.  Sure enough, some scratching, picking noises can be heard. The noises are coming from the door.  Someone is picking open the lock!

Boomer: Dude!  It's gotta be one of those b-b-b-bed bug things!!

Butch: Will you shut up about bugs!?

Suddenly the door creaks open. A mysterious dark being is silhouetted by moonlight in the doorway. The boys gasp silently.

(Whispering)

Boomer: Ohmygosh, it's...

Brick: Santa Claus!

Butch:  He looks a little...I dunno, anorexic!

Boomer: A little what?

Brick: anorexic.  A person suffering from anorexia nervosa; an eating disorder characterized by fear of becoming fat, a distorted body image, and excessive dieting and often times even fasting, leading to...

Boomer:  Alright, alright, I get it already!

The dark figure creeps in and starts removing the stockings from the wall and taking down the ornaments on the tree and putting them in a very large sack.

(Still whispering)

Butch: (Angry and shocked) HEY!  What the heck is he DOING??  Why I OUGHTA...

Brick:  Will you SHUT UP!!!

Butch: But...

Brick: Shush!

Boomer: But...

Brick: I know he's taking the stuff, but I'm curious why he's doing it.  We can watch him and see what he does.

Butch and Boomer: But...

Brick moves his "hand" across his "neck" and makes the "kkccch" sound.

Butch and Boomer are fuming, but they don't want to have keep arguing with Brick, as they never seem to win anyway.  Meanwhile, the shadowy figure continues to steal all their Christmas decorations. After a while, they are all packed away.  The figure looks around, and having cleared the house of every holiday ornament, he slips out the door.

Brick: C'mon, guys, let's see where he's going.

The boys quietly peek their heads out the door.  They see the mystery person pushing the large sack into a really big, green sleigh.  The sleigh has reins attached to a small, furry dog!  Even stranger, the dog has a cardboard antler badly glued to its head, like a strange reindeer!

Boomer: What the HECK is that!?!

Butch: Oh man, this is so not good.

Suddenly, the shadowy figure jumps into the sleigh, and the dog begins to pull it away.  Since the dog is so small, the sled barely moves a couple inches.

Evil Voice:  Curses, Bernard, you lazy mutt!

The figure takes out a long, exaggerated whip and begins to lash the ground directly behind the dog.  The dog yelps and the sled starts moving much faster.

Boomer: Hey! What's that guy doin' to that poor dog?

Butch: And what does he think he's doing with our stuff!?

Brick: Let's follow that psychopathic Santa!

The boys (Yes, still in pajamas) zoom after the sled, and into the night.

Narrator: And back with our girls...

Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup are hiding behind their couch as the RRB's were doing, still waiting for Santa.

Blossom: Girls, if Santa doesn't come in another 5 minutes, I'm going back to bed.  This is really stupid!  We're going to be too tired to play with our presents tomorrow!

Bubbles: He can probably see us through a radar or something.  I don't think he wants us to see him.  He wants us to go to bed. I want to go to bed.!

Buttercup: You two are such wimps!  You can't even stay up a little late. It's only.. uh.. (She glances at a clock on the wall) uh..

Blossom: One sixteen in the morning and thirty-four seconds, approximately.

(Blossom gives Buttercup a I-told-you so, you-think-you're-so-smart look.)

Buttercup: Whatever!  You two can go sleep like widdle babies while I meet Santa.  Who knows?  I might be able to get some extra presents!

Buttercup smiles evilly.

Blossom: (Practically yelling) That's all you ever think about!  Yourself!  Don't you ever...

Buttercup and Bubbles: SHHH!!!

Buttercup: (whispering angrily)Are you CRAZY?  Do you want to wake up the WHOLE BLOCK??  SHUT UP!!!

Blossom grits her teeth and clenches her "fists."  She is seething!

Bubbles: It's okay, Blossom, don't get mad.  Santa will give her coal instead of presents for being mean!

The scene changes back to the RRB's.  They are still following the suspicious sled.

Butch: Oh, no..

Boomer:  Look!

Brick: The sled is heading right toward...

RRB together:  The PowerPuff Girl's house!

Brick:  Those girls are nothing but trouble!

Boomer:  I don't want to go in there...

Butch:  And why not?

Boomer: Girl Cooties!

Butch:  Ugh, first bugs, now cooties.

Brick: Well, we have to help them.

Boomer and Butch: WHAT?!

Brick:  Well, you know, technically, they are our sisters...we were all created by Mojo!

Boomer and Butch look on in shocked silence at Brick with their mouths hanging open. Suddenly they start yelling like they are about to explode ( a la the 1st RRB episode.)

In one swift movement, Brick grabs both of his brothers by the head and covers their mouths to muffle the screams. They look really panicked.

Brick:  I know it's kind of a shock., but think of it this way: if we help 'em out, then they'll owe us a favor!  I'm going to let go now, do you guys think you can handle it?

Boomer and Butch nod vigorously.  Brick releases them.

Brick:  All right, then, let's go!

They boys streak toward the Utonium chateau.  As they come closer, they see that the sled has reached the house.

Scene shift to Inside the PPG's house.  The Girls are still fighting inaudibly.  Suddenly Blossom stops arguing and puts her "hand" up to her "ear".

Blossom:  Shh, be quiet, you two, I hear something!

Bubbles:  Oh, no it's Santa Claus!  He won't give us any presents because you were being bad and trying to spy on him but I was trying to be nice, I gave him milk and cookies...

Blossom and Buttercup: Shush!!!!!!

The camera zooms past the girls and to the fireplace.  Lots of soot begins to fall, and a noise like something really heavy being pushed.

Suddenly, the dark villain falls through the chimney with a hard landing.  He grumbles loudly and dusts himself off.  He comes into the light and the girls gasp when they realize he is: the Grink!  He looks quite a bit like the Grinch, except for being a fiery orange instead of green, and, if possible, looks even more menacing.  He does a double-take when he sees the girls.

Grink: What!  Why are you pip-squeaks awake?   Get back to bed!  What are you doing down here?

Buttercup: I think the question is what are you doing in our house, buddy!

All of a sudden, Bubbles flies up to the Grink on the verge of tears.

Bubbles: I'm really sorry Santa don't listen to Buttercup.  I wanted to be good but she made me an' Blossom come down here instead of sleeping to spy on you  but I wanted to be good I really did so please don't give me coal Mr. Santa... (She takes a deep breath)  And oh by the way you're orange.

The Grink is temporarily stunned at this barrage of words.  He snaps out of it after a few seconds, smiles evilly, and replies in his best (and very unconvincing) jolly voice.

Grink:  Oh, yes, (cough) I am Santa. Ho, Ho, Ho, (cough, cough, bleah)  Um, I was, ah, coming to...Bring you some presents!   Ha! Yes. For being good girls.  Now you three just run along to bed, now, while I, ah... deliver the presents! Yeah!  Ho, ho, ho, (hack , wheeze)...Ahem.

Blossom: Aw, c'mon do we really look that stupid?  We know who you are!

Buttercup:  Yeah, just like that weird green guy in that Dr. Seuss book!

The Grink is visibly angered at the mention of his cousin.

Grink: No, No, NO!  I am the Grink!  Far smarter, and more handsome than my meddlesome cousin, the Grinch!  He failed his mission, but he still gets all the publicity! Books, movies, mugs, cheap fast food toys...I shall take on the job of stealing Christmas, and prove who is truly the evilest of all!  Everyone will be on their knees begging me to pose for pictures, star in movies, and autograph my merchandise!!  I'm gonna be in STAR WARS!!!  Ha ha ha!!

The three girls fly up in formation (still in their pajamas).

Blossom: What? No one steals Christmas!

Buttercup:  Without a severe thrashing!

Bubbles: from...

The RowdyRuff Boys fall down through the chimney.

PPG together: the RowdyRuff Boys?

Brick: That's right!

Blossom: Hey! What are you guys doing here!?

Bubbles: An' why di you come through the chimney?

Brick: We came to save you.

Boomer:  So we wouldn't wake everyone up.

Buttercup: Whoa, whoa.  Let's get one thing straight.  Whadda mean, you came to save us?

Butch:  What part of it don't you understand?

Buttercup: We don't need saving! Since when do the Powerpuff Girls need saving?  We've protected Townsville from much tougher villains than that.  I think we can handle it.

Butch: Are you kidding?  You girls couldn't hurt a fly if you tried!

Buttercup: Don't tempt me...

Blossom:  Hold it, Buttercup!  (to the Boys) How did you guys know to come here anyway?

Boomer: We followed him cause he was robbin' our house! Look!

While the PPG and RRB were arguing, the Grink has taken advantage of the situation by stealing all the all the X-mas ornamentation and packing it in his sack.  He is now trying to make a quick getaway.

Bubbles: Ha! Caught you red- er, orange-handed!

Grink:  Ha! You'll never catch me!

He smashes through a window and runs to his sleigh, cackling wildly.  His laughter, however, is cut short when he sees that the reins holding his dog have been chewed through, and he is nowhere in sight.

Grink:  Aarrgh!!!  Stupid dog! Oh, well. Who needs him?!!

He picks up the reins himself and struggles to pull the sled away.

The PPG and RRB arrive.

Boomer: Dude, that is just pathetic!

Buttercup: Let's cream him!

Brick: Wait! Don't hurt him!

Butch: What why?

Bubbles: He was bad and stole our stuff!

Blossom: Yes, but we still have to be good!

Brick: At least until the real Santa comes.

The Grink, who is so weak that he has not moved the sled an inch, has overheard their conversation.

Grink:  Heh, heh, that's right you can't lay a finger on me!

As the Grink strains with the sled, the PPG & RRB try to think of an alternative to fighting.

The camera zooms on Butch.  He looks around.  We see from his perspective a wide pan of the snowy landscape.  An idea hits him, and he smiles mischievously and begins packing a large lump of snow.  His brothers and sisters catch on and follow his example.

The Grink looks up and we see the shadows of the PPG and RRB on him.  He gasps and stutters.

Grink: n-n-No! Nooo!

Brick: Let's give this dude some holiday cheer, Ruff Puff style!

PPG: YEAH!!

Blossom:  Merry Christmas THIS!

RRB:  YEAH!!

They all surround him and start pelting him with snowballs.

Grink: NOO! AH! Please I Beg YOU!  Ahhgh!! Stop! Stop it! Ow! AAH! COLD, COLD, COLD!!!

A full blown, one-sided snowball fight ensues.  The PPG and RRB are flying around so fast, they are only streaks of light.

The Grink is running around frantically and trying to evade the icy attack.  His efforts are in vain, however, everywhere he runs, another kid pelts him.  All of a sudden, a blue streak knocks into the sled, sending it and the giant bag flying.  The bag hits the ground in slooooooow-motion and the roughly sewn seam sloowwly rips along the side.  The presents and decoration faaall ouuut and tumble into the snow.

However,  nobody seems to have noticed what has happened.  The PPG and RRB have cornered the Grink against the side of the house, and are about to begin another barrage, when the Grink stutters:

Grink: Please! I beseech you, please stop!  I'll do anything!  I'll go back to my cave!  I'll never come to Townsville again!  Just please, leave me alone!

The boys and girls look at the Grink suspiciously, still holding up their chunks of snow. 

Brick:  Do you promise never to disturb our streets again?

Grink: Yes!

Bubbles: And give back all our stuff that you took?

Grink: Yes! I promise!

Blossom: Well...

Grink: Please!

RRB & PPG: All right.

Boomer: It is the season for forgiveness.

The Grink beats it out of there as fast as he can!

The boys and girls turn around and see the overturned sled and the scattered presents.

Buttercup: Oh no!

Butch:  Our PRESENTS!

Buttercup rushes over to examine the mess.

Buttercup:  Oh, it's okay.  The presents don't look ruined.

Boomer: But look!  None of them have tags!

Blossom:  They must have fallen off.

Butch:  Know how will we know whose present is whose?

Bubbles:  Easy.  The professor always wraps our presents with our favorite colors.  Except for Buttercup, hers are always green.

Brick: Well, I think this one is mine.  See, it's red.

Blossom: What are you talking about?  It's obviously pink! So it's mine!

Narrator: Uh-oh, this doesn't look too good.

Boomer: This one is blue.  Looks like it's mine.

Bubbles:  Uh-uh.  It's baby blue. Can't you tell the difference?

Butch: Aha! This one has to be mine! It's green.

Buttercup: No way! It's lime green.  Hand it over!

Brick: Hey! Blossom, what are you doing? Let go!

Blossom: Pink! (yank!)

Brick: Red! (Yank!)

The present rips open.

Blossom & Brick: Gasp!

Blossom: A chess set!

Brick: See, that proves it was for me!

Blossom: Huh?

Brick: Obviously, this present was meant for someone intelligent.

Blossom: What!  Why you!

Another tug of war begins.

Bubbles: Let me see that! (yank!)

Boomer: Dude! Quit it! (yank!)

The present's wrapping splits in half.

Boomer & Bubbles: Gasp!

Boomer: Wow!

Bubbles: New crayons!

Boomer: See, I told you they were mine!

Bubbles: What do you mean?

Boomer: I heard about how you tried to restore Townsville when that mime guy took away all the color. Ha! These crayons are for someone with real artistic talent!

Bubbles: H-how dare you!  They're mine!

They both start tugging again.

Butch: Let GO! (yank!)

Buttercup: No! It's MINE!! (yank!)

RIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!

Butch & Buttercup: Ooh!!

Buttercup: Numchucks!

Butch: How could Mojo have known?

Buttercup: He didn't!  This is from the Professor to ME!

Butch:  You expect me to believe that?

Buttercup: Why shouldn't you?

Butch: As if he would give you a fine weapon like this!  This is for a true fighter, not a sissy, wimpy, girl, like you!

Buttercup: Oh YEAH!? (yank!)

Butch: YEAH!!! (yank!)

Narrator: Oh, no don't do it!!

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!

All three presents rip to bits at the same time. The RRB and PPG looked stunned at each other for seconds.

PPG & RRB: ARRRRGHH!!!

Blossom: This is all your fault!

Bubbles: If YOU had just kept your hands off  MY present...

Buttercup: None of this ever would have happened!

Brick:  My fault!!!??

Boomer: Your present!!??

Butch: You're lucky this is Christmas Eve!  If it were any other day, you'd be PULP by now!!

Blossom: C'mon girls, lets leave these losers to cry.

The girls start flying back toward the house their half of their presents.

Brick: You think you're so smart and cool!  Who needs you girls?

Butch: Yeah, forget you!

The boys head back to their volcano mountain with their half of their presents.

Scene shift to the PPG Bedroom:

The girls fly into bed.

Blossom:  I can't believe the nerve of those boys!

Bubbles: *sniff* All I wanted was my present. Why did he have to rip it?

Buttercup: If I ever see Butch again, I'll give him a piece of my mind.  Just my luck that it had to be Christmas Eve!

After a while, the girls fall asleep.

Scene shift to the RRB Bedroom:

The boys fly into bed.

Brick:  Those girls make me sick!

Boomer:  Now I won't ever get new crayons. *sniff* Bubbles is such  a bully!

Butch: What the HECK am I supposed to do with HALF OF A NUMCHUCK!!??

The boys slowly fall asleep.

Narrator: Oh dear.

Scene shift: Townsville Skyline, the next morning.

Narrator: Ah! It's Christmas morning!

Swivel to Mojo's Observatory.

The Boys yawn and get out of bed. They look terribly sad. They walk into the dark kitchen and are about to start making their breakfast, when suddenly a bright light snaps on.

RRB: Huh?

Mojo: Good morning, my boys, and merry Christmas to you!  It is time for you to eat the special breakfast which I have prepared for you, because since it is a special day I thought it would be appropriate to prepare you a special morning meal, which it is now time for you to eat!

Brick: Thanks, Pops, but no thanks.

Mojo: What?

Boomer:  We're really not hungry.

Mojo: What's the matter, my children, are you sick?

Butch:  No, just really upset.

Boomer:  We're probably not getting any presents.

Mojo: What? My boys not get presents?   Of course you did!

Brick:  Really?

Mojo: You don't believe me?  Look under the tree yourself.

Boomer: Oh, wow!

They boys prepare to zoom over for a closer inspection.

Mojo: Ah, ah ,ah! First, we must eat!  Come to the table!

They boys eat their breakfast quickly.

Brick:  Wow, that was delicious!

Boomer:  Mmm, mmm!

Butch: Thanks, Pops!

Mojo: (smiling)You are very welcome.

The boys zoom to the living room to open their presents.

Rip!  Rip! Slash!

Brick: Oh, wow!  Mind Boggles: the Complete set of  Strategy Brain Twisters!

Slash! Crinkle! Rip!

Boomer: Radical, dude!  My own paint set!

Shred! Slash! Slash!

Butch: Cool! Mortal Wombat #5!!

Brick: Um, Pops, could me and the guys, go outside and play with the snow?

Mojo: Of course! I'll come with you!

Brick: No!  Ah, I mean we want to um, surprise you with something.

Mojo: Well, all right.

They boys fly upstairs quickly, then zip back down is snow clothes, and out the door.

Mojo: Ah, those cute little scamps!

Boomer: Oh boy! I LOVE playing in the snow!

Brick: No Boomer, we aren't going to play in the snow.

Butch: We aren't?

Brick:  No.  I think we owe those girls an apology.

Butch: For what?

Brick: For being so rude to them.  I think we acted very selfishly and...Oouf!!

Brick smacks right into Blossom. The other girls and boys have also hit each other.

Blossom: (nervously) Oh, Uh, hi, Brick..

Brick: Oh, fancy seeing you girls here...

Buttercup:  We were uh, just coming to see...I mean..

Butch: To say sorry?

Bubbles: Yeah.

Boomer: Dude! So were we!

Blossom:  The girls and I are really sorry that we were such jerks last night...

Brick:  No. We really were acting like losers.

Bubbles:  We forgot about the spirit of Christmas...

Buttercup: And acted really selfish.

Blossom: Just like the Grink!

Butch: Aw, just forget it.  We both did.  Who's up for a snowball war!

Buttercup: You're on!

The PPG and RRB start a playful snowball fight.

Narrator: Well, whaddaya know!

Scene shift: Pulsing hearts.

Narrator: And so for the first time, Christmas is saved thanks to the Powerpuff Girls...

The Girls fly into place.

Narrator: And the RowdyRuff Boys!

The Boys also fly onto the screen.

THE END