(Jared's POV)
Townsville…
There is the city skyline just after sunrise.
"The city of Townsville. And it's a beautiful day." The narrator said, while in the suburbs, a tree stands root in the ground. "But not as beautiful as it will be this Sunday, because it's Father's Day."
At the end of this line, the Talking Bird is in a nest on one of the tree's limbs. It wears a hat and a proud smile and has a pipe in its mouth. Three eggs sit next to it.
"And, boy, I can't wait." The talking bird said, patting eggs. "These little guys are gonna hatch."
Down a busy street, with a supermarket visible.
"Yes, everyone is excited and getting ready—even Professor Utonium, Jared, and the Powerpuff Girls." The narrator said.
We are walking along the sidewalk. The Professor has his pipe in his mouth and carries a bag of groceries as I am listening to music on my iPhone 16 Pro Max; the girls float along just in front of us. We pass several shops whose front windows are filled with fatherly-type gifts: cigars, bikes, and so forth.
"Oh, girls, Father's Day is my favorite holiday." The Professor said, happily.
"Why?" Bubbles asked.
"Well, if it weren't for you, Jared and I wouldn't be able to celebrate it."
"Speaking of celebration, what are you and Jared making this year?" Blossom asked.
"Mmmm…my favorite. Liver and onions!" The Professor chirped.
"I'll be making you girls some cake!" I said, excitedly. "Nothing like the Easy Bake Oven can do."
The Professor's idea of a favorite dish makes the girls queasy for a moment. Bubbles whispers to Buttercup, Blossom and I.
"Yeah. I know. I know." I said, sadly. "I'll help you both find it for him."
Blossom addresses the Professor, "Well, what do you want for a present?"
"Oh, girls, anything you make me'll be fantastic. Besides, you know I don't need material possessions. And girls, you usually get Jared video games so he can play them with you. Jared and I have got you. I remember last year, Blossom, you made me that…" The Professor said, smiling.
"Ceramic bowl?" Blossom asked.
"Ceramic bowl." The Professor said.
"Got a picture of that." I said, opening up a photo of the misshapen bowl on my phone. "Thought it was nice."
The Professor tries his best to be elated at the memory.
"Yeah, that was—great. A-And—and Bubbles, with your, uh…uh…" The Professor said, softly, to Bubbles. "…what—what'd you make?"
"Crayon drawling!" Bubbles cheered.
"Crayon drawling." The Professor said, frowning.
I got the crayon drawing of the Professor, complete with pipe up on my phone. And it was taken after the photo with the bowl. The crayon drawing is next to the bowl in another photo.
"That was wonderful. And—and Buttercup." The Professor said, looking at Buttercup.
"Boxing gloves!" Buttercup said, irritated.
"Oh…that—that's right, made out of socks." The Professor said, laughing uneasily.
A pair of boxing gloves is in a photo I took with the other presents. They will never be mistaken for Everlast knockoffs.
"I remember that." The Professor said, as I placed my phone back inside my pocket. "You see, girls, those gifts are kind of funky, but they're charming, and…" He looked down at the girls. "…well, that's all I really ne…"
The Professor abruptly stops speaking. Buttercup looks back at him worriedly and stops; her sisters and I, however, do not notice until we thump into her.
"Professor?" Blossom asked.
"Crap." I said, when the pipe tumbles out of the Professor's mouth in slow motion. "I forgot this would happen."
"You forgot?" Blossom asked, and the groceries are now hurtling toward the ground. The eggs shatter and spray everywhere in slow motion. "What's the Professor even looking at?"
"Guess he got jealous I got Super Smash Bros on the Nintendo 64." I said, looking down at the floor.
The girls and I are now very concerned.
"Jealous over a video game? Professor? What's the matter?" Blossom asked, looking at the Professor.
The Professor looks as if someone has hit him over the head with a board—eyes wide, body frozen and rigid. Finally, he raises one arm and points ahead of himself.
"Look!" The Professor said, in a hushed voice.
Outside a sporting-goods store…
In the front window is a set of gleaming golf clubs set against a backdrop of a putting green. The bag holding them has the number 2000 emblazoned on it in a single column of large white digits. The three zeroes are interlocked; a golf tee is painted below the bottommost one. A sign next to them advertises the 'HOLE IN 1 DEAL.' The Professor's silhouette leans into view; his reflection appears across from it in the window. He acts as if he has just found the Holy Grail.
"The Pro Excellence 2000 Golf Clubs!" The Professor said, as the girls' reflections and my reflection appear by his own. "Only twelve of these sets exist in the whole world!" He is behind the clubs, looking out the window. "Oh, my game would be perfect if I had these."
Sporting-goods store…
I am looking at the top of the golf bag.
"Oh, my, they are beautiful." The Professor said, looking down toward the base of the golf bag. "A true marvel of craftsmanshi–oh, dear!"
The Professor—and we—now see the price tag for the set, which retails for two large.
"Two thousand dollars." I said, looking over at the Professor as we were behind the clubs again. "That's a lot of money."
"It is." The Professor said, while he is as crushed as a little boy who has just spied a wonderful Christmas gift that he badly wants but knows he will not get. "No wonder they're called the 2000 clubs. I can't afford these!" A tear forms in his eye. "Oh, never mind." The Professor wipes it away and starts walking away. "Come on, girls, Jared. We'd better get home before the liver spoils."
The girls and I watch the Professor go with great concern, then trade a brief, silent glance.
"And we can't let the cake burn." I said, happily. "When I say cake…"
Suddenly the girls' faces and my face light up with smiles.
Outside the sporting-goods store…
The girls and I are outside the store. I looked down at the girls and I'm sipping on some Mountain Dew.
"All right, girls, Jared. That's the last of the finishing touches." Blossom said, happily.
There is a collection of pipes and sticks poking up from a dented trash can and I looked down slowly toward the base on the next line. The objects are topped with socks, bottles, even a tin can be lashed on with rope. Flies buzz around the opening of the can, which has the number 2000 sloppily painted on in the same design as on the bag of clubs. The whole thing is the girls' and my less-than-brilliant attempt to create a knockoff of the real thing—and, judging from the stagnant liquid that has pooled around the base, not a very sanitary one either.
"The Pro Excellence 2000 Golf Clubs!" Bubbles said, excitedly.
"Uh…" I said, looking down at the girls. "Cheapening it out wasn't the best idea."
"You're right." Buttercup said, looking down at the homemade golf club set. "These stink!"
"Come on. Back to the drawing board." Blossom said, sadly.
"Maybe I could use some of that UNIT or Torchwood money." I said, frowning.
"No."
Girls' bedroom…
A sheet of paper labeled 'IDEAS' is in the hands of one of the girls. I'm snacking on some chocolate chip cookies. Three entries— 'Lemonade', 'Cookees', 'Brownies'—have been written down and crossed out. During the next line, a fourth entry, 'Popsikles', is also struck through.
"Look, girls, Jared. We're just not going to be able to raise enough money by Father's Day. And using Jared's saving the world payroll money would be cheating." Blossom said, looking at her sisters. "If we had some real talent, we could raise money. But we don't."
Blossom's sisters have been sitting on the bed and listening with me snacking on the chocolate chip cookies.
"Fighting crime's a talent." Bubbles said, frowning.
"Yup." I said, happily. "It is. And so is saving the world."
"I can't believe you get money for saving the world and we don't." Blossom said, floating in midair and looking fairly frustrated. The hotline interrupts her sulking, and she smiles and turns toward it. "I'll get it!" She does so. "Hello? Mayor?"
Girls' bedroom / Mayor's office…
The Mayor is in his office on the other side, "Blossom! I need your help. Mojo Jojo is destroying the town!"
"We're on our way!" Blossom said, hanging up.
"But…" The Mayor said.
Girls' bedroom…
"Girls…" Blossom said, looking back at her sisters. "…we can raise that money! We don't need Jared's payroll money!"
Bubbles and Buttercup trade a puzzled look.
"Uh…" I said, tossing a chocolate chip cookie into my mouth.
(Open POV)
Townsville…
The city is in flames, with smoke pouring over the buildings and sirens cutting the air. Along one trashed street; firemen are aiming their hoses at several buildings. At the start of the next line, the girls are hovering around Mojo. He is cuffed and being watched by two nearby policemen.
"All right, Mojo." Blossom said, looking at Mojo. "How do you explain yourself this time?"
"The hobby store did not have what I wanted, so I lost my temper." Mojo said.
"Oh, come on!"
"I was looking for a model ship to build! It is my hobby."
"Take him away, boys!"
"Our pleasure, Blossom." The policeman said, saluting, with an Irish brogue.
Exterior of Townsville Hall…
Peace has been restored.
Townsville Hall…
"Girls, thank you once again for saving the day." The Mayor said, from inside.
Mayor's office…
The girls stand in front of the Mayor's desk.
The Mayor looks down at the girls from behind his deck, "I know there are other things you could be doing on a Saturday, but…crime never sleeps."
"We don't mind. It's our special talent." Blossom said, winking, nudging at Bubbles. "Right, girls?"
"Right!" Bubbles and Buttercup said, at the same time.
"That's the spirit!" The Mayor laughed, laughing. "And special talents should be rewarded." He is reaching under the desk. "Would you girls like some cookies?"
On the end of this line, the Mayor comes up with a plate of them—fresh out of the oven. Bubbles licks her chops at the sight, but Blossom only shows a strange smile.
"Mmm—no, thanks. We're not hungry." Blossom said.
"Oh, but they're fresh." The Mayor said.
"No, thanks." Blossom said.
This surprises Bubbles slightly.
The Mayor looked down at the girls, "Well, I'd like to repay you somehow."
During this line, the sisters look back and forth at each other—an idea is coming to all three at once. After a moment, Blossom speaks again. They adopt the behavior of children asking an adult for a particularly toothsome sweet.
"Well, actually, me and the girls were talking, and—we'd like to be paid for our services. Like how Jared got paid for his services with saving the world." Blossom said, happily.
"That's the spirit!" The Mayor said, laughing. "You're very enterprising little ladies." He is pulling out a small coin purse, jingling it. "Well, I think I've got a few nickels here in my change purse." He is opening it. "What are you charging, girls?"
"Two thousand dollars!" The girls said, cheerfully.
The Mayor begins to fish around in the bag; he takes no notice of the grossly inflated figure they have just quoted him.
"Ooh, that's reasonable. Let's see. Here's fifteen cents, here's, uh…" The Mayor said, sadly.
Whatever working brain cells the Mayor has finally relay the message, and his hair and mustache nearly explode off his face with alarm.
"TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS?!?!?!" The Mayor exclaimed, with a drawn out tone.
The Mayor cuts loose with a long, panicked scream as the girls look up at the Mayor's monocle. The reflections of three beaming little girls are visible in it as sweat pours down his face. Every alarm in his head is blaring at top volume; after several unbearable seconds—both for him and for the girls—the monocle shatters.
"Ooh!" The girls cried, at the same time.
The Mayor is now a nervous wreck. The monocle frame and bits of glass litter the desk, his hair and mustache are badly disheveled, and his hat looks as if it has been hit repeatedly with a Louisville Slugger.
"Oh… Ms. Bellum… My heart pills." The Mayor said, hoarsely.
Ms Bellum walks into the room carrying a tray with a glass of water and a prescription bottle on it. As she speaks, she sets this down and he reaches for the glass.'
"Sir, I think these little ladies were just having some fun." Ms. Bellum said.
"Fun, nothing. Look. I'm no sugar daddy. Those days are over." The Mayor said, drinking the water and falling asleep.
"Girls…uh, I think you better run along and go clean up Mojo's mess."
The girls look up at Ms Bellum for a moment, then scowl and begin to float away.
"Oh, all right." The girls said, at the same time.
Buttercup glares back angrily as she goes.
Townsville…
In another section of the city, the girls fly in and get to work on a little bit of urban renewal. Bubbles blows out a small fire and zips around a corner, and Buttercup empties a dustpan full of broken glass into a handy recycling bin. Blossom, meanwhile, struggles to flip an upside-down car back onto its wheels. She succeeds, and the shattered window behind the car contains the golf clubs the Professor covets—this is the sporting-goods store again. The bag now lies on its side.
Blossom does not immediately notice the clubs, as she has her back to the window. When she turns to it, feather duster in hand, she gasps softly. The golf bag sparkles before her as the camera pans along its length. Now she has a mental picture of the Professor, who looks down at her with all the persuasion he can muster.
"My life would be perfect if I had a pair of these." The Professor said, as a memory.
The picture evaporates, and Blossom finds herself caught in a moment of indecision. Her mouth begins to wobble as she looks at the clubs, which are now within easy reach. She recalls the Professor again; this time, his image is much larger and he leans down into her face. His eyes now exert a mesmerizing influence over her.
"Go on. No one's lookin'." The Professor said, as a memory.
Blossom throws a hard, sidelong glance at the clubs, and he waits tensely to see what she will do. Finally, she flies through the window.
"That-a-girl!" The Professor said, as a memory, giving a thumbs-up.
Sporting-goods store…
Inside the window; the clubs are silhouetted in the fading afternoon light. A Blossom-shaped silhouette flies up, grabs them, and stands there for a moment before flying away.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen…" The narrator said, somberly.
Townsville…
Blossom flies over the city.
"…I guess there's a first time for everything." The narrator said.
The Talking Bird is sleeping and wearing a nightcap—in the nest as the Narrator continues. It is now the next morning.
"But with a new day, perhaps there's hope." The narrator said, happily.
While the father snores, the eggs begin to crack. The shells finally give way, and a baby bird pops its head out from each.
"Happy Father's Day!" The baby birds said, at the same time.
The father is jolted awake.
"HEY, SHUT UP! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO SL…" The talking bird said, calming down. "Ohhh… Ohhh!" The babies start chirping. "What do you know, folks? I'm a daddy."
Outside Utonium Residence…
"Ooh, girls, something sure smells good." The Professor said, from inside the house as footsteps are heard. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble."
(Jared's POV)
Utonium Residence…
"We don't mind. Professor. We just wish we could've got you those golf clubs." Buttercup said, sadly.
"Oh, girls, I don't need…" The Professor said, smiling.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Bubbles said, happily.
The Professor's eye is being opened partway—he sees a breakfast table set in front of him, with a newspaper, coffee mug, vase of flowers, and a plate of food. I opened my eyes to see a breakfast table set in front of me, with a copy of Pokémon Snap, a coffee mug, a box set of Pokémon cards, and a plate consisting of bacon, eggs, and hot cakes.
"Happy Father's Day!" Bubbles and Buttercup said, at the same time.
"Pokémon Snap and Pokémon cards." I said, while the Professor and I are at the table, with the two girls on either side. "Wow. Bubbles, Buttercup."
The Professor gasps happily, "Oh, my heavens. Brownies!"
Bubbles grabs the Professor's shoulder as Buttercup grabs my shoulder.
"Hey, wait! Those aren't brownies." Buttercup said, scoffing.
"No. It's liver and onions." Bubbles said, frowning.
The idea of eating this particular dish at this particular hour causes the Professor to emit a sick little groan and screw up his face for a second. I then spotted something nice and comforting there in a bowl near me, that being champorado, also known as chocolate rice.
"Bubbles. Buttercup. You two didn't." I said, moving the bowl of champorado near me. "When did you both…"
"We called this woman." Buttercup said, smirking.
"She was, she. It was Asuna." Bubbles said, smiling.
"Thanks, Asuna." I said, as I began snacking on the champorado. "That's good in the morning. The liver and onion, uh…"
I looked over at the liver and onions, which are emitting typical liver fumes.
"Professor! It's your favorite! Jared's eating his favorite!" Bubbles cheered, and she held a forkful of liver and onion to the Professor. "Don't you want any?"
The Professor waves it back.
"I'd…I'd love some. But I…I can't eat without all of you here. Yeah." The Professor said, smiling nervously.
"Um…" I said, as Bubbles sniffs the liver. "It's Father's Day. Where's Blossom? What is taking her so long?"
"Oh, she said she had a special surprise. She didn't even want to help with breakfast." Buttercup said.
The sound of Blossom's voice catches all four of us completely flat-footed—so much so that her sisters' faces distort into a dumbfounded expression we have never shown before or since. The sound of drum rolling is heard.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Blossom yelled, standing in front of a curtain. "May I present…the Father's Day gift extraordinaire!"
The Professor's face is frozen in delight, but the other girls' suspicions and my suspicion are aroused.
"For one of my favorite people in the whole world!" Blossom said, flying up to the curtain cord. "Happy Father's Day!"
Blossom pulls the cord, opening the curtain—which turns out to be the one in front of the screen door—and revealing the golf clubs from the store. The price tag is still attached. She lands by the clubs and gestures toward them as if she were a model on The Price Is Right. Her gift has exactly the effect you would expect—in other words, the Professor is so happy that his face looks as if it might split along his huge grin. Steam erupts from his pipe as he shrieks in delight.
"THE PRO EXCELLENCE 2000 GOLF CLUBS!" The Professor said, shrieking again and jumps the full length of the kitchen, landing by them. "Oh, thank you!"
"Jared, where did Blossom go?" Bubbles asked, looking at me.
Bubbles, Buttercup, and I exchange looks of total disbelief as the Professor cries out one more time.
"Uh…" I said, and the Professor has Blossom gathered up under one arm. "I…"
"Oh, thank you so much, girls!" The Professor cooed.
The other two are caught by surprise; now Blossom is back on the floor.
"Oh, no. This gift is just from me. This is my special present. Jared, I called a friend to get you your special present. It should be in your room." Blossom said, happily.
"Oh, how sweet!" The Professor said, hugging Blossom.
I teleported out of the kitchen and into my room at the Utonium Residence to see the Nintendo Switch 2 sitting there, boxed up sitting down on the floor. I picked up the box containing the Nintendo Switch 2 and teleported back into the kitchen.
"Wait a minute! How in the heck did you get those? And how did you get a game console that won't be out for twenty six years?" Buttercup asked.
"Who cares how she got them?" The Professor asked, angrily.
"Yeah." I said, holding the box containing the Nintendo Switch 2. "Happy Father's Day, girls!"
"Oh, Happy Father's Day, indeed!" The Professor said, ecstatically.
I looked over at Bubbles and Buttercup. The heads of the golf clubs are visible in the foreground.
"Oh, Blossom…" The Professor said, while he is by the clubs and hugging Blossom again. "…this is the best gift ever!"
The Professor sounds as if he is about to cry. Now he kneels down to Blossom.
"You know why?" The Professor asked, fiercely. "Because I have a game today with the Mayor." He is patting the golf clubs. "And I'm gonna win with these babies!"
"But where'd you get the money to buy them?! The Nintendo Switch 2, I get. Since River Song is a time traveler like Jared." Buttercup said, looking at Blossom.
"Don't you mind your sisters, Blossom. Girls, money is no object. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go outside and…" The Professor said, standing up, shouldering bag, voice quivering. "…try these beauties out."
Bubbles and Buttercup hold up the plate of liver and onions.
"Aren't you gonna eat your breakfast?" Bubbles asked.
"Oh! Um… just… wrap that up for me, honey." The Professor said, smiling.
The two girls have a little trouble bending their brains from what has just happened. After the Professor's footsteps have faded away, they glare angrily toward Blossom and land across the kitchen from her.
"All right, Blossom. You've got some explaining to do. Where the heck did you get those clubs? It is obvious you got River Song's help to get the Nintendo Switch 2 for Jared." Buttercup said, looking at Blossom.
Blossom mulls this over for a long, tense moment before coming up with her answer, "I found them."
Bubbles, Buttercup, and I trade each other a very uneasy look, and large blips pop up on our mental radar screens.
(Open POV)
Townsville Golf Course…
There are golf carts on the paths.
"Can you believe this, Chief?" The Mayor asked.
During the next line, the Mayor looks at an open newspaper. The front page carries a picture of the clubs and a one-word banner headline: 'STOLEN?!'.
"The rare Pro Excellence 2000 Golf Clubs mysteriously disappeared!" The Mayor said, angrily.
The Mayor and another individual are standing on one of the greens, with the paper in front of their faces.
"Hmm! That's peculiar." The Mayor said, lowering the paper.
The other man, the Chief of Police, spoke next, "Yeah, it happened right after Mojo tore up the town."
"I say—do you think he took them?" The Mayor asked.
"Nah. Little monkeys are too dumb to golf. But whoever did take 'em is one lucky guy." The Chief said.
"I'll say." The Mayor said, opening the paper, and they look at it. "If I only had a pair of these…" They look at a picture of the clubs. "…my game would be perfect."
"Me too."
"Me FOOORRREEE!" The Professor chirped.
The paper is lowered as the Professor continues. The Professor stands across from the Mayor and the Chief of Police, top-flight clubs in hand and wearing a thoroughly silly pair of pants and matching huge, floppy cap.
"Are you boys ready to be beaten by a real pro?" The Professor asked, chuckling, similar to that of Count von Count's laugh.
On the clubs, the '2000' logo is shown very clearly now.
"Well, I'll be bamboozled!" The Chief cried.
The Chief of Police and the Mayor smile at each other.
"Cuff him!" The Mayor said, angrily.
One end of a pair of handcuffs is snapped onto the Professor's wrist, next he is with both hands manacled and the Chief leaning in on him.
"You got the right to remain silent, buddy!" The Chief yelled.
The Professor shivers in fear.
Girls bedroom…
The hotline in the girls' bedroom starts to buzz as Blossom lowers the newspaper she is reading (the same one the Chief and the Mayor were looking at) and looks in its direction. After several buzzes, Blossom finally flies over to it and answers.
"Hello, Powerpuff Girls." Blossom said.
"Blossom! It's the Professor." The Professor said, his voice over the hotline.
The sound of his voice shakes Blossom for a moment, but she regains some semblance of composure.
"Oh… hi! How you doing?" Blossom asked.
"Look, I'm in jail!" The Professor yelled, his voice over the hotline. "I've been arrested for stealing!" Blossom starts to lose it again. "I think Jared knows about it, ask him to send me some bail money!"
"Uh…" Blossom said, holding the receiver at arm's length, shaking. "…uh…"
"Blossom, are you there?" The Professor asked, his voice over the hotline.
"Yes." Blossom said, talking into the receiver again, with a small voice.
Now Blossom curls into a small ball, shaking all over and barely able to hold on to the receiver.
"Listen, I need you down here. I'm scared." The Professor said, his voice over the hotline. "They're asking me questions, waving badges, and pointing fingers!" Blossom drops the receiver. "I didn't do anything, I'm innocent! Blossom?"
Blossom clasps her hands to her face in panic. The receiver is dangling; Blossom taking off is heard.
"Blossom! Blossom!" The Professor cried, his voice over the hotline.
Mojo's lair…
There is an old-style sailing ship. The beeping of the computers in Mojo's lab is heard as a pair of tweezers reaches into view and attaches an anchor—this is a model craft. Mojo is in his lair, building a ship in a bottle. He wears a robe and a pair of glasses to improve his vision for the detailed work. He regards the model for a second.
"Ahhh…" Mojo said, putting tweezers down and standing up. "My masterpiece is complete." He is saluting, looking up. "Happy Father's Day…"
Mojo is looking at a painting of a grizzled, white-bearded monkey in a naval uniform. He has one hand tucked inside the front of his jacket after the habit of Napoleon and smokes a pipe. A small plaque beneath the picture reads
'1901-1998'— Oars, a coil of rope and an anchor are mounted on the walls to either side. This portrait appears to be Mojo's late father.
"…my captain. I wish you were here to enjoy…" Mojo said, sadly.
Blossom crashes in through the ceiling, cutting Mojo off. He has just enough time for one terrified scream before she zips him out of his chair; the sound of a swift beating is heard, and bits of rubble fly back into the air. Mojo is gagged with a strip of tape, and when Blossom takes off, he is nowhere to be seen. It is now evening.
Exterior of the jail…
Blossom makes a beeline for the main entrance.
(Jared's POV)
Jail…
The main entrance is kicked open and her silhouette appears in the doorway. The girls, the Mayor, the Chief, the Professor—who is in a holding cell— gasped in shock and I gasped in shock.
"It's Blossom!" Buttercup yelled.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. We know it's Bloss." I said, while Blossom has moved into the light.
"Look! I can explain everything. The Professor shouldn't be in jail for stealing any golf clubs." Blossom said, rattled.
"Well, yeah. Got any reason as to why he shouldn't be?" I asked, looking at Bubbles, Buttercup, and the Professor.
Blossom is now holding a trussed-up Mojo over her head. The bindings and the braincap make him look like a medicine capsule whose halves have been pulled slightly apart.
"It was Mojo's fault! He sold them to me!" Blossom said, angrily.
Mojo makes a muffled protest as if to say 'It wasn't me!'.
"I know it wasn't you, Mojo. So don't get your bananas in a twist." I said, happily.
"I didn't know they were stolen!" Blossom said, looking at us.
"I say, Chief, we've made a terrible mistake." The Mayor said, sadly.
"Wait a minute! Blossom, you told me you found those clubs." Buttercup said, looking at an unnerved Blossom; she continued. "Which is it? Did you find them, or did he sell them to you?"
Now Buttercup, Bubbles, and I direct angry gazes at the long-haired larcenist.
"It's neither, Buttercup." I said, smiling. "Blossom's lying."
"I know she's lying! Come on, Blossom!" Buttercup yelled, as I looked at the Professor; and the tomboy continued. "Tell the truth!"
"Come on, Blossom." I said, standing behind Bubbles and Buttercup. "Tell the truth."
"Yeah, you big fat liar!" Bubbles cried.
Blossom stands frozen, still holding Mojo. Her mouth wobbles with fear and indecision.
Buttercup moves toward her, with Bubbles and I not far behind, "Come on!"
Blossom now begins to sweat buckets as the tension mounts.
Inside the cell…
The Professor watches the drama unfold. He, the two sisters, and I are seen as silhouettes.
"Just tell the truth, Blossom…please." The Professor said, softly.
Blossom's teeth begin to chatter—the redhead is close to the breaking point. Finally, she yells and hurls Mojo toward the cell.
"Watch out!" Buttercup said, terrified.
Buttercup, Bubbles, and I dodge the throw, which connects squarely with the Chief and the Mayor and knocks them away as if they were bowling pins. Now Blossom runs for it.
"She's getting away!" Bubbles said, worried.
"Go!" I said, picking up Buttercup, and tossed her towards Blossom. "Stop her!"
"Thanks!" Buttercup said, catching up and grabbing the ponytail. "Get back here and…" She threw Blossom into a wall, with me following them. "…quit lying!"
Blossom pulls loose and screams in rage—as she often does when she plows into a piece of masonry—before making another dash for it. She zips past the other girls and I, and Bubbles and I now enter the battle, overtaking the fugitive. The three of us tumble across the floor and crash to a halt;
"Yes!" I said, and Bubbles and I have Blossom pinned but are knocked away with an eye-laser blast. "Damn it!"
The chase moves back and forth outside the cell and is visible as nothing but four bright blurs as the adults watch, stunned.
Inside the cell…
Blossom barrels along, looking behind herself; Buttercup catches up and throws a punch, but she dodges and the pursuer flies away. She sidesteps as Bubbles and I charges toward her, then makes a break for the open door. Her sisters and I move in to intercept; there is a flash of light, after which Bubbles, Buttercup, and I pin Blossom down by the arms. She looks rather disheveled from the brawl.
"All right! All right! ALL RIGHT!" Blossom cried, remorsefully. "I did it. I stole the clubs."
The admission takes the power of speech from the three men for a second, as that confession has sealed Blossom's fate.
"Why, Blossom?" The Professor asked.
Buttercup, Bubbles, and I fly up and glare at Blossom.
"Because you wanted them so much. I…just wanted to make you happy." Blossom said, letting out a sigh.
Guilt steals over his face, and the Professor grows a conscience.
"It's my fault." The Professor said, starting to cry, sighing. "I put too much value in a material item, instead of the love of you girls. And Jared puts value in material items to play with you girls, because he loves you girls like I do."
"That's what drove me to crime." Blossom said, sadly.
"Oh, Mayor, please…go easy on Blossom. She's sorry…" The Professor said, looking down at Blossom. "Aren't you, honey?"
"Yeah." Blossom said, with a small voice.
"What do you say, Chief? It is her first offense." The Mayor said.
"It is very sad." The Chief said, sniffling and letting one tear fall before wiping them away, then toughens up. "But the law is the law!"
"Oh…" Blossom said, knowing all too well that her time is coming.
(Open POV)
Jail…
As the Narrator speaks, the scene changes around Blossom to the background for a mug shot—she holds a prison ID number card 5643321.
"Blossom was sentenced to 200 hours of community service." The narrator said.
Blossom is now dressed in orange prison coveralls and a hard hat and picking up trash by the roadside. Two other convicts are at work behind her, near a transport vehicle.
"This was a harsh reminder to her and to all that crime does not pay. And why following the example of River Song isn't a good one. That's why the time traveling archeologist ended up in the Stormcage Containment Facility in the 52nd Century for twelve thousand consecutive life sentences by being found guilty of killing the Doctor and Jared." The narrator said.
"Boy, you can say that again." Blossom said, looking at the camera.
"Crime does not pay." The talking bird said, nearby.
"What—?" Blossom asked, looking up in surprise.
The bird family watches from their tree.
"Well, it doesn't!" The talking bird yelled.
Blossom puts a hand to her face in surprise.
The background for the end shot comes up.
"Once again the day is saved…" The narrator said, happily.
The girls appear. Blossom is in the middle, still in her orange outfit and looking sad and sorry. Bubbles and Buttercup, in their usual positions, look over their shoulders at her with their arms crossed; Bubbles gives a frown while Buttercup gives a scowl.
"…thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!" The narrator said, while Bubbles and Buttercup take off. "Well—two of them, at least."
Prison bars slam down in front of Blossom. Then the words 'The End' appear, indicating that she will return soon.