(Jared's POV)
Townsville…
There is the city skyline during the day. Part of a piece of machinery is visible on the ground.
"The city of Townsville…" The narrator said, while the machinery is the pulley of a crane and the lower portions of the buildings have their structural ironwork exposed. "...is under renovation!"
At one building, as the narrator continues, People are seated at office desks and trying to do work, even though the wind blows all their papers away from them. One man just arrived at his job, braces himself against the gusts.
"But that doesn't hinder the daily life of its citizens. No, sir!" The narrator chirped.
At a street corner, people are waiting for a bus. As the Narrator continues, it rolls up—its outer body is gone, leaving only the seats and chassis—and everybody gets on.
"Yes, the hustle and bustle of life goes on as usual." The narrator said.
The bus rolls away.
Mojo Jojo is piloting a small hovercraft among the buildings.
"Even the evil Mojo Jojo maintains his daily routine of evildoing." The narrator said, as Mojo speeds away as the girls are and I are in flight. "But thankfully, the Powerpuff Girls and their faithful friend also stay right on schedule—and on Mojo's trail." The girls and I fly towards Mojo. "Go, girls! Go with Jared!"
Mojo rockets along, passing a crane with a beam suspended high above the ground; the girls are in hot pursuit. He laughs to himself for several seconds, then stops suddenly. Surprise registers on his face.
"Huh?" Mojo asked, stopping his craft just short of a wall of girders. "Dead end?! I can go no further! It is the end of the line!"
As Mojo speaks, the girls' reflections appear in the rear portion of the glass dome—they are approaching from behind.
"We've got you now…" Blossom said, as I looked back at the girls and Mojo had turned around.
"…Mojo…" Buttercup said, smirking.
"…Jojo!" Bubbles said, angrily.
"Power up, girls, Jared!" Blossom yelled.
"Right." I said, activating my ghost ray.
One by one, the girls warm up their eye lasers as I powered up my ghost ray; all three girls and I then cut loose against the hovercraft, but are unable to damage it. Mojo laughs back at us.
"You cannot hurt me with your puny eye beams!" Mojo said, looking at a button on his control panel; he continues. "But why don't you try on this I-beam for size?"
On the word 'this', Mojo reaches over and presses the button. A cannon on the edge of the craft fires a laser blast that slices neatly through the cable holding up the girder on the crane. It plummets toward the girls, who are still firing; Blossom cuts off her lasers and looks up, Buttercup and I follow suit.
"Shit! Bubbles!" I said, and Bubbles paid no attention. "Blossom! She's gonna get hit!"
"Scramble!" Blossom said, while she, Buttercup, and I dive aside. "Bubbles! Look out!"
Bubbles finally stops her assault and looks up just in time to be smashed down by the girder.
"Bubbles!" Blossom, Buttercup, and I said, at the same time.
I looked down at the fallen girl, lying in the middle of the street. The girder lies nearby.
"Jared, why didn't you make Bubbles invisible?" Blossom asked, as we looked down at the street level as Mojo's hovercraft descended.
"Because it needed to happen." I said, sadly.
Mojo laughs in triumph, inspecting the damage he has inflicted.
"Needed to happen?" Buttercup asked, while I looked at Mojo's face. "Now Bubbles got hurt because you let it happen."
"I, Mojo Jojo, have knocked you out! I have put you in a state of unconsciousness!" Mojo said, looking down at Bubbles; he continued. "Ha-ha! I laugh at your pain!" Bubbles forces her eyes part way open. "I make a sound of pleasure at your shortcomings!"
"I didn't let it happen." I said, looking down at Bubbles as she had Mojo's reflection in her eyes, which were fully open. "Bubbles had to get hurt."
"I do this because…" Mojo said, as Bubbles looks at him, her eyes partly open again. "…I am bad! I am evil! I am…" Bubbles' eyes start to close. "…Mojo Jojo!"
The name echoes as Bubbles passes out; Blossom, Buttercup, and I flew down to Bubbles.
"Why did Bubbles have to get hurt?" Blossom asked, looking at me. "Any hints?"
"It's that what you may see isn't as it seems." I said, happily.
"Really?" Buttercup asked, tilting her head.
"Yup. Always be aware of what's around you to avoid hurting yourself."
Girls' bedroom…
Some time has passed, and Bubbles now has bandages wrapped around her head. Bubbles forces her eyes open, and they go wide with shock. She is back at home, alone in the girls' bed. Bubbles looks around, seeing a bookshelf loaded with books and toys, then a pile of stuffed animals across the room from her; each sight inspires fear and terror in her. There are quick flashes of the table, another group of toys, and the hotline. Back to the bed; the covers have been thrown off, and Bubbles' bandages are scattered about where she was lying. She, however, is nowhere to be found.
I entered the bedroom to see the bedroom and looked out the window, outside the house, "Oh Bubbles…"
(Open POV)
Outside a construction site…
In one of the many construction sites; a crane swings a girder over the yard.
Observatory…
There is the sound of a running shower. In the bathroom, which has clouds of steam rising from behind the bathtub's shower curtain. A bit of tuneless humming and a familiar silhouette on its other side reveal that Mojo is cheerfully hosing himself down. The curtain has bananas all over it. He shuts off the water and reaches toward a nearby towel rack, retrieving towels marked 'MINE'; still humming, he wraps himself up and pushes the curtain aside. One towel is wrapped around his waist, while another covers his brain.
Mojo steps out of the shower and pads wetly over to a closet whose door handles are shaped like bananas. When he opens the doors, all he finds are a couple of bare coat hangers—no clothes at all. He looks inside, at a complete loss for words, as a large and roundish shadow falls over him. Now he turns around in fear. There was a blow land, and Mojo does a fair impression of a human cannonball, soaring gracefully off the mountaintop and over the meadow. He even makes a perfect one-point landing—on his head—while still wearing only his towels.
Outside Utonium Residence…
"Jared. How long have you been there?" Blossom asked, from inside the house.
"A while." Jared said, sadly.
"Where could she be?" Buttercup asked, from inside the house, groaning.
(Jared's POV)
Girls' bedroom…
Buttercup has found the discarded head wrappings, "These are her bandages!"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." I said, standing in front of the bed.
Blossom emerges from under the covers, "She's not under here. This isn't like her. So where is Bubbles, Jared?"
"She's…" I said, when the hotline starts to buzz, interrupting Blossom's musings and me answering.
Blossom gasps.
"The hotline!" Blossom said, flying to the hotline and answers. "What is it, Mayor?"
Mayor's office / Girls' bedroom…
The Mayor, on the other end, is in his office—which is also being renovated. A car is parked across the street from what used to be the back wall.
"Blossom! Mojo Jojo is destroying Soho with his Robo Jojo, and that's a big no-no! So hurry up and go-go!" The mayor cried.
During this line, the car is smashed flat with a huge mallet and then run over by a vehicle so big that only its tank treads was seen.
Girls' bedroom…
Blossom has now hung up.
"Oh, no!" Blossom said, while a pile of toys is behind her and I, and she addresses it. "Buttercup! Jared! Let's move out!"
"But what about Bubbles?" Buttercup asked, popping out of the pile.
"We don't have time for that now. Townsville's in trouble again!" Blossom said, angrily.
"Okay." I said, happily.
Blossom, Buttercup, and I take off.
Sky…
Blossom, Buttercup, and I flew out of the house and to the city.
"Hurry, girls! Hurry! Mojo's got a big, mean destruction machine!" The narrator said, worried.
On the end of this line, the machine itself, which is making the ground shake as it rolls through the streets. Its top half looks very much like that of the walking robot Mojo used in 'The Rowdyruff Boys', but the broad arms have been replaced by jointed ones. A large claw is attached to one, a mallet to the other. The machine is mounted on huge tank treads. A Mojo-shaped silhouette is at the controls.
Townsville…
The girls gasp in shock and I hold in my laughter, and the robot rolls over a parked car and breaks off the top half of a building with its claw. A newsstand is pounded flat; now we see a closer shot of the figure at the controls, though it is still only a silhouette. The girls and I prepare to make our stand on the sidewalk as the ground keeps shaking.
"That's Mojo Jojo, all right." Buttercup said, smugly.
"Yes. He's certainly outdone himself this time." Blossom said, sadly.
"Hey Mojo." I said, walking towards Mojo. "Is she in there?"
The robot rumbles toward us.
"She is." Mojo said, looking over at me.
"Here he comes!" Buttercup yelled.
"Hold your ground!" Blossom said, angrily.
"Boy." Mojo said, while Blossom and Buttercup turn toward his voice, stunned. "This situation would be much more menacing if it were actually me in there." He is still sopping wet and wearing only his towels. "Wouldn't it?"
"Mojo Jojo?!" Blossom and Buttercup exclaimed, at the same time.
Buttercup charges down the street.
"Buttercup! Wait!" Blossom cried.
Buttercup now has Mojo on the ground and is starting to smack him back and forth, "Take this! And that! And some of this! And one of those!"
"Buttercup!" Blossom said, while the beating stops. "If Mojo Jojo is here, then he can't possibly be the one destroying Townsville."
"Then who is in the Robo Jojo?" Buttercup asked.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" Mojo asked, pointing towards his machine.
"It's actually pretty funny." I said, still holding in my laughter.
The craft rumbles toward the two girls and I and throws its shadow over us; it grinds to a halt just inches from where we float above the sidewalk. As we look up toward its pilot, the figure descends from its seat at the controls; I look down slowly toward the front to the sound of footsteps echoing on metal. I looked at a hatch set between the treads. It hisses open, and a huge cloud of steam pours out, obscuring the individual. The steam clears after a few seconds, but the figure is still only a silhouette—with a pair of recognizable pigtails on the sides of its head. Finally, the lights come up on it, I am looking at the reveal that wearing Mojo's usual outfit, including the brain cap, is none other than Bubbles.
"Bubbles?!" Blossom and Buttercup exclaimed, at the same time.
"Bubbles?!" The narrator exclaimed.
"Bubbles?!" The mayor exclaimed, hiding behind the girder.
"Bubbles?!" The talking dog exclaimed.
"Bubbles?!" The crowd exclaimed.
"Bubbles." Mojo said, scoffing.
"That's hilarious!" I said, laughing a lot. "I can't. This beats Bubbles' hardcore phase."
"Jared!" Buttercup yelled.
"It's not funny!" Blossom said, terrified.
For obvious reasons, Bubbles does not wear the gloves. She begins to speak, but not in her usual sweet tone—she is doing the best Mojo impersonation she can. The accent is a bit off, but she has the speech patterns down fairly well. She speaks in this manner until otherwise indicated.
"I am not Bubbles! Bubbles is not who I am! I am the one, the only, single solitary doer of dastardly deeds! Purveyor of pestilence! Interloper of lawlessness! Menace to mankind! I am bad! I am evil! I am Mojo Jojo!" Bubbles said, laughing evilly.
"I do not talk like that!" Mojo said, irritated. "The way I communicate is much different. I do not reiterate, repeat, reinstate the same thing over and over again. I am clear, concise, to the point! I…"
Mojo is zipped off his feet and given another overdose of Buttercup's tender mercies.
"Take this! And that! And some of this! And one of those!" Buttercup said, angrily.
"Jared, got any hints?" Blossom asked, flying up towards me.
"Nope. I did say what you may see isn't what they seem. Which is that Bubbles thinks she is Mojo and Mojo is out here naked." I said, looking down at the ground.
Buttercup keeps beating.
"What kind of evil have you bestowed upon our sister?" Blossom asked, looking at Mojo.
"You've got to be kidding. I'm wet. I'm naked. Your sister is wearing my clothes. And this is all part of some evil plot…TO RULE THE WORLD AS A SOGGY CHIMP IN MY BIRTHDAY SUIT?!" Mojo exclaimed.
"Buttercup, I don't think Mojo is behind this one. That's why Jared doesn't want to fight Bubbles or Mojo. That bonk to Bubbles' head must have led her to believe that she is Mojo Jojo!" Blossom said, worried.
"No. Really? Do you think?" Mojo asked, sarcastically.
An irked Bubbles addresses the four of us.
"Enough of this tomfoolery! Cease and desist! And furthermore, shut up!" Bubbles cried.
"Okay, Bubbles. Quit monkeying around. This isn't funny!" Blossom said, worried.
"For the last time, I am not Bubbles!" Bubbles said, walking to Blossom. "I am…" She is socking Blossom. "…Mojo Jojo!"
Blossom goes flying across the construction site and slams into a retaining wall. She sticks there, stunned and with her hair bow in slight disarray.
"Uh-oh. Bubbles' done a bad thing." The narrator said, sadly.
Blossom blows her stack and charges across the site, but is stopped by an uncharacteristically pacifist Buttercup just before she can retaliate against Bubbles.
"Blossom, wait! She's our sister!" Buttercup chirped.
"Yeah, but that really hurt." Blossom said, frowning.
"I know, I know. But two wrongs don't make a right. She hits you, you hit her. Suddenly we're all hitting each other, then we'll all be right back where we started."
"What's the matter, Buttercup? 'Fraid I'll whup the skirt off you?" Bubbles asked.
Buttercup's attitude goes sour in a hurry, and she and Blossom exchange a long glance before she comes up with a new approach.
"All right, let's kick her butt." Buttercup said, getting ready to throw down, but Blossom grabs her foot to stop her from flying in.
Buttercup keeps trying to pull loose during the next line.
"No, Buttercup. You're right. She is our sister. And as sisters, we have an intrinsic duty…" Blossom said, while Buttercup stops struggling and folds her arms sullenly. "…to uphold peace. Not only for the city of Townsville but amongst ourselves."
"Why'd I have to open my big trap?" Buttercup asked, groaning.
"Enough of this chatter! It's time to meet your makers!" Bubbles said, angrily.
"You leave the Professor and Jared out of this!" Blossom and Buttercup said, at the same time.
Bubbles roars in fury and hurls herself at Blossom and Buttercup. She lands a long string of blows to each, alternating her attention between them. From this, she grabs the semiconscious Blossom in a flying tackle and pounds her in the solar plexus five times. Now we see her with Buttercup in hand; she lands a string of five right hooks to the unfortunate girl's jaw. As Mojo watches, completely bewildered, Bubbles flies over to a school bus, picks it up, and hoists it into the air. The other girls start to come around, their eyelids fluttering and then snapping open in shock. The bus is thrown at them, but they have no time to move aside before it slams into them and then crashes into a brick wall. The vehicle sticks there, its rear half protruding; the two targets poke their heads up from the window in the emergency door. Now they look very woozy indeed.
Bubbles rises into the air and gathers her strength to create several energy bolts that radiate out from her. A blast roars toward Blossom and Buttercup and catches them dead center; there is nothing they can do to stave off the onslaught.
Mojo watches from the ground with me as his 'doppelganger' makes progress toward the goal he has been unable to achieve by himself, "So, are you going to watch them fight?"
"Yup." I said, taking out a bag of popcorn out of my sling bag. I began eating the popcorn. "I am."
The glare from Bubbles' energy beams plays over Mojo's face, and Mojo blinks in amazement. When Bubbles finally stops, her sisters hurtle senseless to the street and land near Mojo and I, smashing two craters into the pavement.
I looked just below street level as Mojo walks up and peers over the edge of each crater, then back to the above ground as he raises his arms in triumph.
"RIGHT ON! We did it!" Mojo cheered, as smoke rises from the craters. "We finally destroyed the Powerpuff Girls! Now there is no one to stop us!" Bubbles watches him from midair. "Hand in hand, we can work together. We can rule the world! Just you and me, Bubbles!"
At the end of this line, Bubbles lands facing Mojo. Her cape waves across the sky. Bubbles is still quite angry, even though the other girls are out of commission.
"Oh no." I said, happily.
"I'm not Bubbles! Bubbles is not my name! For the name 'Bubbles' is not a correct name to address me by, because it is not my name!" Bubbles said, and I looked at her face. "If you were to address me by the name 'Mojo Jojo', that would be correct. For my name is Mojo Jojo!" I looked between Bubbles and Mojo by the robot. "And I will only be addressed by that name, which is Mojo Jojo!" I am standing behind Mojo. "And furthermore, it is not we who will rule the world, it is I!"
"Uh, did you know this was going to happen?" Mojo asked, rather disgruntled.
"Yup." I said, smiling.
"I, being Mojo Jojo, who is not Bubbles…" Bubbles said, while I looked at her then Mojo. "…shall rule this world alone, which is to say, without anybody else!" I am now fixated on Bubbles. "And without anybody else shall I rule this world!"
Mojo really looks fed up with Bubbles' tirade.
"And when this world is ruled by only one person, and not a collective group…" Bubbles said, as Mojo walked towards her. "…that one person who shall be ruling the world will be none other than me!" I looked over at Bubbles. "Mojo Jojo!"
Having finally said her whole piece, Bubbles laughs maniacally. I looked at Mojo, clutching the strap of my sling bag.
"OH, SHUT UP!" Mojo said, and he has an I-beam slung over his shoulder—it might be the same one that started this whole mess.
Mojo swings for the fence, and the end whistles through the air in slow motion and catches Bubbles upside the head. The brain cap knocked loose, tumbles gracelessly through the air in slow motion. I looked down at Bubbles, with the blonde now lying unconscious between the two craters, and I ran towards Bubbles as the sound of the impact died away.
"Bubbles!" I said, moving towards Bubbles. "Bubbles!"
Now Mojo retrieves the cap from its resting place on the pavement and sets it in place on his head. His gray matter squishes a bit in the process. He stands erect and begins a rant of his own as he does so. The towel he had wrapped around his head is now tied at his neck for a cape, and he stands atop the Robo Jojo's dome.
"That's all just well enough because in reality there is only room enough in this world for one Mojo Jojo. One shall be the number of Mojo Jojos in the world, and the number of Mojo Jojos in the world shall be one. Two Mojo Jojos is too many, and three is right out! So the only Mojo Jojo there is room for in the world shall be me!" Mojo said, angrily.
Now his voice echoes slightly over the distance, and Bubbles' head comes into view. She is still knocked out in front of the machine.
"And being the only Mojo Jojo in the world, I will rule the world in which there is only one MOJO JOJO!" Mojo said, laughing insanely as I am looking down at Bubbles, with a close-up overview of the blonde.
"Bubbles?" I asked, flying down towards Bubbles. "Are you okay?"
Bubbles starts to regain consciousness and speak in her normal voice again, "What? What happened?"
"You became Mojo in the span of the day after he whacked you in the head with a steel beam." I said, sadly. "You then knocked out your sisters."
"Oh." Bubbles said, standing up and starts to look around herself: the Robo Jojo, the fallen girder, the smashed ironwork, her sisters still in their craters. Finally, she gasps—she is making her way back to the reality of who she is—and righteous anger settles on her face. "There's only one evildoer in the world who could have done this to Townsville. And that's…" Mojo is still laughing like a pirate king on top of the dome. "…MOJO JOJO!"
Bubbles takes off, shedding the monkey's clothes in an instant and revealing herself in her usual outfit. Mojo has just enough time for a stunned look down at her before he is whisked from his perch and given a thorough beating. He finds himself suspended in midair, with Bubbles pummeling him from all sides and visible as nothing but a light blue blur.
Blossom and Buttercup finally climb out of the craters and take in the new development.
"Look!" Buttercup chirped, pointing a finger at Bubbles.
"It looks like Bubbles is back to her sweet old self again." Blossom said, happily.
"That's good. 'Cause there certainly isn't enough room in the world for two Mojo Jojos."
"Now if there is a rainy day, we wouldn't pay attention to you as Mojo Jojo." I said, laughing a lot. "We'd get bored with you as Mojo because we wouldn't be able to find you."
"I heard that!" Blossom said, looking between Buttercup and I. "Jared, I would make a good Mojo Jojo!"
"Sure, you will."
"Yeah, yeah, so did we, about a million times. We get it already!" The narrator yelled.
(Open POV)
The standard end shot comes up.
"And so once again the day is saved-thanks to Mojo Bubbl…uh…the—the Powerpuff…" The narrator said, slipping into Mojo mode. "…ah, heck, the day was saved. So says me, the Narrator. So-called because I speak the narrative of the story. I advance the plot. I begin and end each episode of Powerpuff Girls! Me! The Narrator!"