The city of Townsville! It was another beautiful morning. The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, and the sun was shining. Not that the Powerpunk Girls knew that in Mojo Jojo’s windowless bedroom, but they woke up, anyway. At least, Brat woke up. Then, she shoved her sisters out of the bed.
“Ouch,” Beserk muttered, rubbing her head. Brute was ready to pound Brat’s face in when Mojo Jojo appeared in the bedroom. He had a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. The Powerpunk Girls froze.
“Did you sleep well, girls?” Mojo Jojo asked, his voice sweeter than maple syrup. The Powerpunk Girls looked at each other.
“Um… yes?” Beserk and Brat responded at the same time.
“No thanks to Brat,” Brute muttered under her breath.
Brat raised her arm to punch her for such an insolent comment, but Beserk took a hold of her arm and forced it down. Ordinarily, she would’ve been all too happy to let the two at each other’s throats, but she could sense trouble. And not the good kind of trouble, either.
“Good, good,” Mojo Jojo said, folding his hands.
“Well, uh…” Beserk began.
Mojo Jojo glared at them, “Did you honestly think you three could get away with sleeping in MY bed? The place where I sleep? Where I can get MY villainous rest? Did you? Hmmm?!”
Beserk started to say something, but Brute interrupted.
“Well, where were we supposed to sleep, genius? On the floor?”
“I’m too beautiful to sleep on the floor,” Brat informed everyone in the room.
Beserk glared at the two of them, then smiled sweetly at Mojo Jojo, “What my sisters mean is, Dad, since we’re living here, don’t we need a bed of our very own?”
She batted her eyelashes for effect. Mojo Jojo stared at her. Trying to act sweet had been bad enough; actually seeing sweetness that early in the morning was too much. He crossed his arms.
“Yes, I suppose so,” he grumbled.
Beserk grinned, “Okay, then. So, girls, we didn’t succeed last time, but this time we WILL rob a bank! Let’s…”
The Powerpunk Girls started to fly up, but Mojo Jojo coughed to get their attention. The girls stopped and looked at him, somewhat annoyed.
“First of all, Powerpunks, you are not going out into public, and possibly facing my worst enemies, looking the way you look.”
The Powerpunk Girls looked at each other once again, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
“I am NOT brushing my hair, Dad,” Beserk said, crossing her arms.
She didn’t care if he didn’t like it or not. She loved her messy hair.
Mojo Jojo groaned, slapping a hand to his face, “No, you stupid girl. Look at your faces!”
The girls glanced at their ice cream-covered faces. They shrugged at each other.
“What about our faces?” Beserk asked.
Mojo Jojo fumed and tried to remind himself to be patient. He grabbed their hands, then pulled them out of his bedroom. He pointed to the bathroom.
“Clean yourselves up! NOW!”
Beserk and Brat looked at the bathroom with hesitancy in their eyes. Brute scoffed at them, “What’s the matter, you sissies? Afraid to get wet?”
She marched to the bathroom and opened the door. Beserk narrowed her eyes. She was not going to be showed up. She quickly followed Brute into the bathroom. Only Brat remained behind. She looked at Mojo Jojo with pleading eyes.
“I’m already beautiful enough.”
Mojo Jojo reached into his suit, only to find his beloved laser gun was not there. He must have left it in his other suit. Mojo Jojo closed his eyes, mentally counting to ten. He took a deep breath, and smiled at Brat.
“But what if the other girls come out and they’re more beautiful than you because they don’t have ice cream on their faces? What about that?” His sweet tone of voice was grating on his nerves. The things he did to try and rule the world.
Brat’s eyes widened and she turned, hurrying to the bathroom, “Wait for me!”
Mojo Jojo dropped the smile and headed to his closet. Ah, there was his laser gun. Meanwhile, the Powerpunk Girls were trying to figure out how to operate the shower. No matter which way they turned the knob, no water came out. Beserk and Brute still had their clothes on, but Brat, not wanting to get her new dress wet, took it off.
“Well, Beserk… You’re the leader. How do we work this thing?”
“I don’t know,” Beserk mumbled, turning the knob furiously. The knob broke off. Brute and Brat gasped.
“Um mum mum mum… You’re going to get in trouble,” Brat sang.
Beserk slapped her upside the head, “Shut up! I’m trying to concentrate.”
“I am way too crowded in here. Give me some room,” Brute said, elbowing both of her sisters.
Beserk punched her in the face, then floated up to the showerhead. She gave it a curious look.
“Hmm…” She raised her arm and brought it sailing down over the showerhead and the wall, “Hiyah!”
Water came spewing out in a flood over the girls. Beserk, satisfied with herself, grabbed the shampoo and proceeded to pour it over herself and her sisters.
“Ah! You got it in my eyes!” Brute screamed, throwing her fists wildly.
Beserk and Brat started punching her back, and soon they were in an all-out brawl. Mojo Jojo, who had been trying to plot in his chair, heard the ruckus and groaned. Couldn’t they take a shower without causing any problems? He got up and made his way to the bathroom. He heard splashing as he walked and looked down. He grinded his teeth and grabbed the bathroom door knob. He pulled it wide open and was instantly greeted with a flood of water.
“Oh no,” he said, frowning, before the water crashed onto him. The Powerpunks slid out of the bathroom on the wave of the water and sat in a puddle, blinking their eyes. Mojo Jojo coughed up some water and got to his feet. He glared at them, steam spouting from his ears.
“What… did… you… do?!” he growled.
“SHE DID IT!” Beserk pointed at Brat and Brute, Brat and Brute pointed at Beserk.
Mojo Jojo lost his temper, “That’s it! OUT! OUT! AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL YOU’VE ROBBED A BANK!”
Beserk looked at Brute, then they both looked at Mojo Jojo with watery eyes.
“B-but…” They both started, lower lips quivering.
“OUT!” He pointed to the door, hoping they’d get the message. Looking at their tearful eyes, he almost felt a pang of guilt. Almost. The two girls flew through the ceiling, bawling their eyes out as they left. Brat stayed behind, sniffling.
“D-daddy?”
Mojo Jojo blinked and looked at her. He slapped his forehead, “For crying out loud, put your clothes on!”
Brat grabbed her dress, which had gotten wet, anyway, and pulled it over her. Mojo Jojo, annoyed with the ceiling, didn’t bother pointing.
“NOW GET OUT!”
Brat cried loudly and left, making another hole in the ceiling. Beserk and Brute flew next to each other, exchanging grins.
“So, you think that whole crybaby thing will make him feel bad about yelling at us?” Brute asked.
“Of course. It’s a genius plan,” Beserk said.
Brat caught up with them, still crying. Beserk and Brute glanced back at her, annoyed.
“Sheesh, Brat, you can quit crying, you baby,” Brute said, crossing her arms.
Brat sniffled, genuine tears falling out of her eyes, “Is daddy mad at us?”
Beserk rolled her eyes, “No, he isn’t mad at us. He screams like that… for his health.”
Brat perked up, “Really? YAY!”
Beserk shook her head and muttered, “Dummy.”
They crashed into a bank, ready to attack. Everyone in the bank was startled at first, then they shrugged.
“Sorry, Powerpuff Girls, no one is robbing the bank right now,” the bank manager told them.
Brute flew up to him and grabbed him by the collar, “That’s Powerpunks, you idiot. Ugh, why does everyone keep calling us Powerpuff? That’s SO lame.”
“We’re not waiting for someone else to rob the bank, fatso. WE’RE going to rob it!” Beserk said.
Brat already broke through the vault and was grabbing bags of money. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched in horror. Brat and Beserk were loading themselves up while Brute laser eyebeamed at people. At people. She didn’t actually shoot anyone with the lasers; it was just fun watching them jump.
At the mayor’s office, Miss Bellum received word of the robbery, and, somehow doubting it was actually the Powerpuff Girls, picked up the phone to get in touch with them.
Blossom picked up, “Yes?”
“Powerpuff Girls,” Miss Bellum, “There are some robbers impersonating you again at the Townsville Bank. Go stop them!”
“We’re on it! Thanks, Miss Bellum!” Blossom hung up the phone.
“Trouble, girls. Someone’s impersonating us again at the Townsville Bank. Let’s go!” Blossom explained.
The three girls flew out the windows and headed to the Townsville Bank at top speed.
“Ouch,” Beserk muttered, rubbing her head. Brute was ready to pound Brat’s face in when Mojo Jojo appeared in the bedroom. He had a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. The Powerpunk Girls froze.
“Did you sleep well, girls?” Mojo Jojo asked, his voice sweeter than maple syrup. The Powerpunk Girls looked at each other.
“Um… yes?” Beserk and Brat responded at the same time.
“No thanks to Brat,” Brute muttered under her breath.
Brat raised her arm to punch her for such an insolent comment, but Beserk took a hold of her arm and forced it down. Ordinarily, she would’ve been all too happy to let the two at each other’s throats, but she could sense trouble. And not the good kind of trouble, either.
“Good, good,” Mojo Jojo said, folding his hands.
“Well, uh…” Beserk began.
Mojo Jojo glared at them, “Did you honestly think you three could get away with sleeping in MY bed? The place where I sleep? Where I can get MY villainous rest? Did you? Hmmm?!”
Beserk started to say something, but Brute interrupted.
“Well, where were we supposed to sleep, genius? On the floor?”
“I’m too beautiful to sleep on the floor,” Brat informed everyone in the room.
Beserk glared at the two of them, then smiled sweetly at Mojo Jojo, “What my sisters mean is, Dad, since we’re living here, don’t we need a bed of our very own?”
She batted her eyelashes for effect. Mojo Jojo stared at her. Trying to act sweet had been bad enough; actually seeing sweetness that early in the morning was too much. He crossed his arms.
“Yes, I suppose so,” he grumbled.
Beserk grinned, “Okay, then. So, girls, we didn’t succeed last time, but this time we WILL rob a bank! Let’s…”
The Powerpunk Girls started to fly up, but Mojo Jojo coughed to get their attention. The girls stopped and looked at him, somewhat annoyed.
“First of all, Powerpunks, you are not going out into public, and possibly facing my worst enemies, looking the way you look.”
The Powerpunk Girls looked at each other once again, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
“I am NOT brushing my hair, Dad,” Beserk said, crossing her arms.
She didn’t care if he didn’t like it or not. She loved her messy hair.
Mojo Jojo groaned, slapping a hand to his face, “No, you stupid girl. Look at your faces!”
The girls glanced at their ice cream-covered faces. They shrugged at each other.
“What about our faces?” Beserk asked.
Mojo Jojo fumed and tried to remind himself to be patient. He grabbed their hands, then pulled them out of his bedroom. He pointed to the bathroom.
“Clean yourselves up! NOW!”
Beserk and Brat looked at the bathroom with hesitancy in their eyes. Brute scoffed at them, “What’s the matter, you sissies? Afraid to get wet?”
She marched to the bathroom and opened the door. Beserk narrowed her eyes. She was not going to be showed up. She quickly followed Brute into the bathroom. Only Brat remained behind. She looked at Mojo Jojo with pleading eyes.
“I’m already beautiful enough.”
Mojo Jojo reached into his suit, only to find his beloved laser gun was not there. He must have left it in his other suit. Mojo Jojo closed his eyes, mentally counting to ten. He took a deep breath, and smiled at Brat.
“But what if the other girls come out and they’re more beautiful than you because they don’t have ice cream on their faces? What about that?” His sweet tone of voice was grating on his nerves. The things he did to try and rule the world.
Brat’s eyes widened and she turned, hurrying to the bathroom, “Wait for me!”
Mojo Jojo dropped the smile and headed to his closet. Ah, there was his laser gun. Meanwhile, the Powerpunk Girls were trying to figure out how to operate the shower. No matter which way they turned the knob, no water came out. Beserk and Brute still had their clothes on, but Brat, not wanting to get her new dress wet, took it off.
“Well, Beserk… You’re the leader. How do we work this thing?”
“I don’t know,” Beserk mumbled, turning the knob furiously. The knob broke off. Brute and Brat gasped.
“Um mum mum mum… You’re going to get in trouble,” Brat sang.
Beserk slapped her upside the head, “Shut up! I’m trying to concentrate.”
“I am way too crowded in here. Give me some room,” Brute said, elbowing both of her sisters.
Beserk punched her in the face, then floated up to the showerhead. She gave it a curious look.
“Hmm…” She raised her arm and brought it sailing down over the showerhead and the wall, “Hiyah!”
Water came spewing out in a flood over the girls. Beserk, satisfied with herself, grabbed the shampoo and proceeded to pour it over herself and her sisters.
“Ah! You got it in my eyes!” Brute screamed, throwing her fists wildly.
Beserk and Brat started punching her back, and soon they were in an all-out brawl. Mojo Jojo, who had been trying to plot in his chair, heard the ruckus and groaned. Couldn’t they take a shower without causing any problems? He got up and made his way to the bathroom. He heard splashing as he walked and looked down. He grinded his teeth and grabbed the bathroom door knob. He pulled it wide open and was instantly greeted with a flood of water.
“Oh no,” he said, frowning, before the water crashed onto him. The Powerpunks slid out of the bathroom on the wave of the water and sat in a puddle, blinking their eyes. Mojo Jojo coughed up some water and got to his feet. He glared at them, steam spouting from his ears.
“What… did… you… do?!” he growled.
“SHE DID IT!” Beserk pointed at Brat and Brute, Brat and Brute pointed at Beserk.
Mojo Jojo lost his temper, “That’s it! OUT! OUT! AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL YOU’VE ROBBED A BANK!”
Beserk looked at Brute, then they both looked at Mojo Jojo with watery eyes.
“B-but…” They both started, lower lips quivering.
“OUT!” He pointed to the door, hoping they’d get the message. Looking at their tearful eyes, he almost felt a pang of guilt. Almost. The two girls flew through the ceiling, bawling their eyes out as they left. Brat stayed behind, sniffling.
“D-daddy?”
Mojo Jojo blinked and looked at her. He slapped his forehead, “For crying out loud, put your clothes on!”
Brat grabbed her dress, which had gotten wet, anyway, and pulled it over her. Mojo Jojo, annoyed with the ceiling, didn’t bother pointing.
“NOW GET OUT!”
Brat cried loudly and left, making another hole in the ceiling. Beserk and Brute flew next to each other, exchanging grins.
“So, you think that whole crybaby thing will make him feel bad about yelling at us?” Brute asked.
“Of course. It’s a genius plan,” Beserk said.
Brat caught up with them, still crying. Beserk and Brute glanced back at her, annoyed.
“Sheesh, Brat, you can quit crying, you baby,” Brute said, crossing her arms.
Brat sniffled, genuine tears falling out of her eyes, “Is daddy mad at us?”
Beserk rolled her eyes, “No, he isn’t mad at us. He screams like that… for his health.”
Brat perked up, “Really? YAY!”
Beserk shook her head and muttered, “Dummy.”
They crashed into a bank, ready to attack. Everyone in the bank was startled at first, then they shrugged.
“Sorry, Powerpuff Girls, no one is robbing the bank right now,” the bank manager told them.
Brute flew up to him and grabbed him by the collar, “That’s Powerpunks, you idiot. Ugh, why does everyone keep calling us Powerpuff? That’s SO lame.”
“We’re not waiting for someone else to rob the bank, fatso. WE’RE going to rob it!” Beserk said.
Brat already broke through the vault and was grabbing bags of money. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched in horror. Brat and Beserk were loading themselves up while Brute laser eyebeamed at people. At people. She didn’t actually shoot anyone with the lasers; it was just fun watching them jump.
At the mayor’s office, Miss Bellum received word of the robbery, and, somehow doubting it was actually the Powerpuff Girls, picked up the phone to get in touch with them.
Blossom picked up, “Yes?”
“Powerpuff Girls,” Miss Bellum, “There are some robbers impersonating you again at the Townsville Bank. Go stop them!”
“We’re on it! Thanks, Miss Bellum!” Blossom hung up the phone.
“Trouble, girls. Someone’s impersonating us again at the Townsville Bank. Let’s go!” Blossom explained.
The three girls flew out the windows and headed to the Townsville Bank at top speed.