Thursday, August 13, 2015

The Bower Buff Girl


THE BOWER BUFF GIRL




OPENING SCENE:


WE SEE A CLOSE-UP OF A SHEET OF HAND-MADE ANTIQUE PAPER WHICH
BEGINS TO SLOWLY ROLL UPWARDS


[Text appears and comes to a rest.]


TEXT:


I alone am inactive and reveal no signs,

Like a baby that has not yet learned to smile,

Listless as though with no home to go back to...

I alone am different from others

And value being fed by the mother.


Tao Te Ching ?4th Century BC


END TEXT


DISSOLVE TO:


STOCK SHOT-THORNVILLE SKYLINE-DAY


NARRATOR: The City of Thornville!


CUT TO:


STOCK SHOT-VOLCANIC MOUNTAIN AND MAJOR'S LAIR-DAY


NARRATOR: Thornville's Volcanic Mountain, (with growing
anger
): the home of the most evil and the most unpopular
monkey of all time, Major Jojo!


ZOOM TOWARDS:


MAJOR'S LAIR


DISSOLVE TO:


INT-MAJOR'S LAB


ZOOM TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF MAJOR

[Major is standing beside a large laser cannon.]


MAJOR: For a very long time I have been trying to destroy the
Picuberoot Girls, but whenever I have gotten close to destroying
the Picuberoot Girls, they have always managed to fly away
and escape their destruction!


[Major walks alongside the laser to its end and then
continues walking, eventually reaching three PCR dolls which
seem to be floating in mid-air.]


MAJOR: With these dolls and a quantity of string, I can simulate the
Picuberoot Girls in flight. In this manner I can test my tracking
system, and see if I can swat the girls out of the air, like
so many little flies which are easily swatted!


[Indeed the three dolls are hanging on strings which are
attached to the ceiling high overhead. Major grasps a smiling
Blessom doll and gives her a huge push. She zips away and begins
to arc slightly upward. Major grasps a smiling Babbles doll
and shoves her off in a second direction, then grasps a
scowling Bittercup doll and pushes her in a third direction.
Major begins to trot back to the laser.]


ZOOM BACK TO:


A VIEW OF THE ENTIRE SCENE (MAJOR, THE LASER, AND THE THREE
DOLLS FOLLOWING THEIR VARIOUS TRAJECTORIES)


[Major reaches the laser's control panel, then turns and
watches the motions of the dolls. At last he seems ready to
conduct a test-fire; Major's hand reaches towards a red
button.]


ZOOM IN ON:


A CLOSE-UP OF MAJOR'S HAND AND THE BUTTON


[He pushes the button.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF THE BLESSOM DOLL


[A beam of light strikes it and it is vaporized. Freed of
its load, the string continues some of its forward motion,
but acquires odd wobbles and gyrations.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF THE BABBLES DOLL


[It too is vaporized by a beam of laser-light.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF THE BITTERCUP DOLL


[It is vaporized as well.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF MAJOR


[He is utterly astonished.]


MAJOR: I can not believe it. It actually worked. I can
actually destroy the Picuberoot Girls. Now nothing can stop me
from taking over the world!


[He raises his fists and shouts to the ceiling --]


MAJOR: SUCCESSSSSS... Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!...


{ding-dong}


[Mixed in with the sound of Major's laughter can be heard the
chiming of his doorbell. He catches it and instantly becomes
dead silent. He even seems to stop breathing. His eyes
creep to one side, and he waits... waits... waits. Again the
doorbell chimes.]


{ding-dong}


[The CAMERA travels along with the concerned Major, who
passes through the doorway of his lab and approaches his
front door.]


CUT TO:


AN OUTSIDE VIEW OF MAJOR'S FRONT DOOR


[A bunch of flowers have been laid on the top step, partly
wrapped in cellophane. The front door opens. A tense Major looks
ahead, looks to his left, looks to his right. At last he looks
down, sees the flowers, and picks them up. He notices an
attached card, grasps it and begins to read it.]


MAJOR: Whoopas-- huh???


[He holds the flowers at a bit of a distance, examines them
with a puzzled look on his face, then finally brings them back
close to him. He takes the card again and finishes reading
it.]


MAJOR: Bouquet.


[He holds the flowers at arm's length, examining them with a
skeptical glance.]


MOJO: Bouquet? Well of course it's a Bouquet. Any fool can
see that it is a Bouquet. Arrrghhh...!!!


[Still holding the flowers, he turns and reenters his
home. The door closes behind him.]


CUT TO:


A POV WHICH TRAVELS ALONGSIDE MAJOR AS HE RETURNS TO HIS
LAB


MAJOR: Stupid humans!


[He throws the bouquet off to one side.]


MAJOR: Here I am on the brink of becoming the ruler of the
world, and I am interrupted by foolish pranks!


[He walks back into his lab, and gets to within about ten
feet of his laser cannon.]


COMPUTER VOICE: Warning. The laser is about to explode.


MAJOR: WHAAA...AAATTT???!!!


[He runs up to the laser. It seems to be glowing slightly,
shuddering slightly, and giving off faint, eerie sounds.]


{weee-ooo weee-ooo weee-ooo...}


[The overall effect is to suggest a laser cannon which is
none too healthy.]


COMPUTER VOICE: Explosion is imminent. The area must be
evacuated at once.


[Major takes several slow steps away from the cannon, then
turns and runs for the lab's doorway. The CAMERA simply
rotates around to watch him leave, but stands its ground.
He disappears through the doorway. His face reappears,
looking on anxiously. Suddenly he pulls his head out of
sight as there is a flash and sound of an explosion.]


{BOOOOOOOOOMMM...!!!}


[Numerous pieces of debris are seen flying across the lab.
At last the chaos comes to an end. Major walks back into the lab.
He takes a few shaky steps forward, then stops.]


ZOOM QUICKLY FORWARD TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF MAJOR


[He seems to be in shock.]


MAJOR (almost crying): No... (becoming angry): No!...
(utterly enraged): CURRR...SESSSSSS...!!!!!!


[Halfway through his scream the CAMERA ZOOMS rapidly back,
then stops. When he's finished screaming, the CAMERA waits
another moment, then CUTS TO BLACK.]


FADE IN:


INT-THE UTYNIUM DINING ROOM-DAY


[BLESSOM is hovering near the dining table; she has
several knives and forks in her left hand, and is putting
them in their proper places, one by one. At last she is
finished. She seems pleased with her task well done, and
looks it over with an expression of domestic tranquility and
calm. She turns to her left and addresses someone who is
OFF-CAMERA.]


BLESSOM: Professor, I finished setting the table.


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: Thank you, Blessom. Supper will be
ready in another five minutes.


[Blessom turns and flies off to her right.]


CUT TO:


INT-THE PCR BEDROOM-DAY


[The POV is over the bed, looking straight down. A very
bored-looking BABBLES and BITTERCUP are laying on their
respective parts of the bed.]


BABBLES: This has had to be our most boring day
ever!


BITTERCUP: I can't remember the last time something
exciting happened.


CUT TO:


A NORMAL POV ABOUT HALFWAY BETWEEN THE BED AND THE DOOR


[Blessom flies in and comes to a stop not far from the bed.
Babbles and Bittercup raise themselves to a sitting
position.]


BLESSOM: Supper will be ready in five minutes, girls.


BABBLES: Blossom, why are things so quiet? Are all the
bad guys on a holiday?


BLESSOM: I don't know, Babbles...


[She thinks for a moment, and something occurs to her.]


BLESSOM (a bit more excited): Maybe something happened,
and we missed it.


[She flies over to a set of drawers, opens the top
drawer and takes out a small pocket radio. She sets it on top
of the drawers and turns it on.]


RADIO NEWSCASTER: And now to the news. It was a quiet day
in Thornville, but the same couldn't be said north of here
in the Town of Cityton. A man showed up in the bank this
morning and handed the teller a note saying he had a gun in
his pocket. When the teller refused to give him any money, he
reached into his pocket and pulled out... a banana! Cityton
police say it is the sixth time this year that someone has
tried to rob the bank armed with only an item of fruit.


[The three PCR faces express absolute amazement. A
stunned Blessom reaches over and turns off the radio.]


BLESSOM: I can't believe it! Don't they ever learn?!


BITTERCUP: Cityton people must be stupid!


[Bittercup's gaze starts to wander unintelligentally around the
room. Her mouth drops open and she starts scratching her
head.]


BITTERCUP: Duhhh... Hi there, I'm from Cityton. Duhhh...


BLESSOM AND BITTERCUP (break into hysterical laughter):
HA HA HA HA HA... !!!


[Their laughter disturbs Babbles. She finally cuts in.]


BABBLES: Um... Blessom?... Bittercup?...... GIRLS!!!


[Blessom and Bittercup stifle their laughter.]


BLESSOM: What is it, Babbles?


BABBLES: Girls, it's not nice to laugh at others. Cityton
people can't help it if they're a little slower than we are.


BLESSOM: Babbles is right, Bittercup... It's not nice to
laugh at other people.


[Blessom is able to hold a dignified expression for a
couple seconds, but then she gives a narrowed, impish glance
in Bittercup's direction. Bittercup gives an impish glance
back.]


BLESSOM AND BITTERCUP (resume their hysterical laughter):
HA HA HA HA HA...!!!


[Both Blessom (hovering in the air) and Bittercup (sitting on
the bed) roll over onto their backs as they laugh, kicking
their feet high in the air and spraying out tears. Babbles
realizes she's lost, and looks sadly down at her feet.
Finally she gives a dejected glance away from her sisters.
Suddenly a look of surprise comes over Babbles' face. The
CAMERA turns around to follow her gaze, and comes to rest on
the three bedroom windows. Several quick successive CUTS give
us a CLOSE-UP of the middle window. There is a strange GIRL
floating outside, looking in. She has dark blue PCR eyes, and
is wearing a matching PCR dress. She has brownish-blond hair
which comes over her forehead in a series of pointed bangs.
Her arms are crossed with great authority, and she is glaring
in the direction of the three PCR with a look of stern
reproach. Finally she turns as if to leave. In the very next
frame she has vanished.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF BABBLES


BABBLES: Hey!


[The CAMERA follows Babbles along as she rises off the bed and
flies to the window. Blessom and Bittercup stop their
laughing, and eventually show up behind Babbles.]


BABBLES: Did you see her?


[Blessom has to wipe some tears from her eyes, and catch
her breath.]


BLESSOM: Did I see who?


BABBLES: There was a girl outside this window! She was really angry.
I think she was mad at you and Bittercup.


BLESSOM: Babbles, we're on the second floor. Nobody's
going to be peeking in our windows.


BABBLES: She was a Picuberoot Girl.


BLESSOM: Huh?


BITTERCUP: Oh, Babbles, you probably just saw your own
reflection!


PROFESSOR'S VOICE (calling out): Girrr...rllls!!! Supper's
ready!


[Bittercup immediately turns and flies off. A confused
Blessom and Babbles remain looking at the window for another
moment. First Blessom and then Babbles turn and fly off to
get their supper.]


CUT TO:


INT-THE UTYNIUM KITCHEN-DAY


[The PROFESSOR is taking a saucepan off the stove.
Bittercup is already there as well; Blessom and Babbles fly in.]


PROFESSOR: I just have to drain the water off the vegetables,
and we can begin.


[He starts carrying the pan to the sink.]


BITTERCUP: What are we having, Professor?


PROFESSOR: It's one of your favorites -- chicken and
mixed vegetables!


ALL THREE PCR (together and delighted): Chicken!


[The Professor reaches the sink and begins carefully
draining the water from the pan. The water is coming out
green.]


PROFESSOR (puzzled): That's strange...


[He finishes, and lifts the lid to examine the pan's
contents.]


PROFESSOR: Spinach?


[The three PCR fly up to investigate. Their scowling faces
confirm that it is indeed spinach.]


BLESSOM (scolding): Professor!


BITTERCUP (angry): That was a pretty mean trick, trying to
get us to eat spinach that way!


BABBLES (heartbroken): Professor, how could you?


PROFESSOR (defensive): But girls, I never put
spinach in this pan... (recovering some authority): If
there's spinach in this pan, then one of you girls must have
put it there, as a prank on her sisters!


[The three PCR exchange some suspicious glances, but don't
seem convinced by this explanation.]


BITTERCUP (deadly serious): Maybe Major Jojo put it
there. Maybe it's poison!


[The Professor casts a skeptical glance in Blessom's
direction.]


PROFESSOR (sarcastically): Blessom, did your ultrasonic
hearing detect any strangers in our house today?


[Blessom considers the question for a moment, then takes on
a defeated look.]


BLESSOM: No, Professor.


[Babbles seems to suddenly have a brainwave.]


BABBLES: Maybe it was that other girl.


PROFESSOR: What other girl, Babbles?


BITTERCUP: Oh, Babbles saw her own reflection in the
window, and thought it was someone else.


BABBLES: She was a Picuberoot Girl.


BLESSOM: Babbles, there can't be any other Picuberoot
Girls. The Professor only ever made the three of us...
Right, Professor?


PROFESSOR (routinely): Of course, Blessom.


[The Professor suddenly gives a jolt, and the worried look
which comes over his face suggests that some terrible
possibility has occurred to him. The three PCR notice this
reaction.]


BLESSOM: Professor... ?


PROFESSOR (trying to sound untroubled): Girls, you have a
perfectly good supper prepared for you, and it's getting
cold. If you want to discuss wild speculations, then you can
do it after you've eaten.


[A gloomy Professor carries the saucepan into the dining
room. The puzzled PPCRfollow him in. The Professor begins to
serve the food onto the plates.]

FADE TO BLACK


FADE IN:


INT-THE UTYNIUM LIVING ROOM-DAY


[The three PCR are all seated on the couch. The TV (turned
off) is to their left, but they are all looking to their
right. Their faces show both apprehension and intense
curiosity. They are staring at the Professor, who comes
ON-CAMERA carrying a dining room chair. He places it near the
end of the couch and sits down on it, so that we can see all
their faces. He slumps forward, obviously an unhappy man. He
straightens up, rests his elbows on his knees and then rests
his chin on his clutched hands. Finally he rests his
forearms on his lap and leans forward a little, apparently
ready to begin his confession.]


PROFESSOR: Girls, I think I should explain that I haven't
always been the respectable scientist that you have known all
your lives. When I first graduated, I was an extremely vain
man, as well as an extremely ambitious man. Shortly after I
bought this house, I decided to create a little girl who
would not only be perfect but would also have a full array
of superpowers.


CUT TO:


INT-THE PROFESSOR'S LAB


[A younger Professor is wearing blue jeans and a pullover
shirt. He has a full, black beard.]


CUT TO:


A SERIES OF CLIPS WHICH ILLUSTRATE THE PROFESSOR'S
DIALOGUE


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: I added together sugar... spice...
everything nice... and a secret recipe of twelve exotic
chemicals.


[As the young Professor is shown adding this last item, his
eyes dart back and forth, full of the darkest suspicion. He
looks like a mad bomber who is afraid of being found out.]


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: You must understand that I was absolutely
certain I would succeed. As I stirred the mixture, I
never dreamed that trouble could occur. Something, however,
went wrong. The mixture began to bubble and make popping
sounds. I backed away from it, but even so, when it exploded,
I was knocked clear across the lab.


[An anguished young Professor is seen picking himself up
off the floor, and walking back to the scene of the
explosion. He looks up at the massive hole blown in the
ceiling; he appears ready to cry.]


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: I staggered into the bathroom, and took
a long, hard look in the mirror. I was horrified by the man
who looked back at me. I saw a rogue, a future villain, a
menace to society...


DISSOLVE TO:


THE YOUNG PROFESSOR IN THE BATHROOM HOLDING SOME SCISSORS


[He is beginning to cut off his beard.]


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: I decided that a drastic change was
needed.


DISSOLVE TO:


THE YOUNG PROFESSOR WITH HIS FACE LATHERED UP


[He is removing the last of his beard.]


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: I wanted to become someone that people
could trust, someone that they would be proud to have as a
neighbor.


DISSOLVE TO:


THE YOUNG PROFESSOR WEARING THE FAMILIAR LAB COAT, WITH A
RADIANT BACKGROUND


[He is straightening his tie, full of dignity.]


CUT TO:


INT-THE UTYNIUM LIVING ROOM IN THE PRESENT-DAY


PROFESSOR: I could never see how anyone could have survived that explosion. However, you girls have done things which now make me wonder. I believe it really may be possible that there is a fourth Powerpuff Girl flying around... somewhere... (sadly): but if she exists, I don't know why she hasn't come forward.


BABBLES: I wonder what she would be like?


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF BITTERCUP


[She starts swinging her fists at an unseen foe.]


BITTERCUP: Maybe she likes to fight!


PAN TO HER LEFT TO:


BLESSOM


BLESSOM: Maybe she likes to read her books!


PAN TO HER LEFT TO:


BABBLES


BABBLES: Maybe she likes to color with her crayons!


PAN TO:


THE SPACE ON THE COUCH TO BABBLE'S LEFT


[The girl in the dark blue PCR dress appears there, then
glances across in the direction of the other three PCR. The
look of disbelief on her face seems to scream out, 'You've
got to be joking!'. After a moment, she turns her head a bit,
and addresses the Professor, smiling.]


GIRL: Hello, Professor Utynium!


CUT TO:


A POV WHICH ALLOWS US TO SEE ALL FIVE CHARACTERS


[Bittercup, Blessom, and Babbles leap up off the couch,
and hover around the newcomer, studying her in amazement.]


BABBLES: Where did you come from?!


GIRL: I flew here. I have the ability to fly so fast that
people can't see me.


BITTERCUP (turning surly): Ohhh... I can't believe
that!


GIRL: It's true. I live in Cityton, and that's how I fight
the bad guys there. This morning somebody wanted to rob the
bank, so I flew up to him and replaced his gun with a
banana. He never saw me.


BITTERCUP (grumpy): Well, if you can do it, I'm sure I
can.


[We watch as Bittercup flies all around the living room and
returns to her spot. A green streak was clearly visible.]


GIRL (amused): Hee hee hee... I could still see you,
Buttercup.


BITTERCUP (frustrated): Oooooo... !!!


[She repeats her flight, but the green streak is still
visible. When Bittercup returns, the new girl seems to be
becoming troubled by Bittercup's severe competitiveness.]


GIRL (puzzled): I could still see you, Bittercup...


[Bittercup takes off a third time. Now Blessom is becoming
annoyed by this behavior, and takes off after her. Babbles
doesn't seem to quite catch on to what is happening, but
smiles and decides to join in on the game. The new girl looks
a little guilty, as if she has somehow caused this fuss, and
chases after the others. The living room is soon filled with a wild
array of assorted multicolored streaks, clover-leafs,
curlicues, and other bizarre patterns.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF THE PROFESSOR


[He is perplexed by the girls' activity, and finally
decides to cut in.]


PROFESSOR: Girls... GIRLS... PLEASE!!!


CUT TO:


THE FOUR GIRLS, CLOSE TOGETHER, FROZEN IN MID-AIR


[They are looking in the Professor's direction, puzzled by
his distress.]


PROFESSOR'S VOICE: Girls, you can have an air show later.
Right now, I'd like to hear what our new guest has to say.


[The four girls exchange various glances, then drift back
to the couch and sit down.]


GIRL: Well... I guess it started like the Professor said,
with that big explosion...


CUT TO:


A STILL IMAGE OF THE YOUNG PROFESSOR'S LAB, WITH HIM
STANDING BACK FROM THE CAULDRON, AND OUR POV FARTHER BACK
STILL


[The film begins to advance slowly, frame by frame. We
begin to ZOOM in on the cauldron. The explosion begins, the
Professor starts to somersault towards us and to one side; we
continue to ZOOM in. With each frame now there is a pulse of
sound, the distorted echoing sound of an explosion,
played back very slowly. As we get close to the cauldron, a
vague pink form like a baby's naked body seems to be visible through
the clouds blasting upwards. Now and then the end of an arm
or a leg becomes clear as it swings close to us. We follow
the body upwards, and it reaches the ceiling. By now the
baby is upside down, in a sitting position, with its back to
us. It strikes the ceiling with its behind, and begins to
be punched up through the ceiling. The shoulders twist around,
and we can see the face, screaming in pain and fear. The
head too disappears up through the ceiling. A few more
frames show more of the ceiling being blasted upwards.]


CUT TO:


EXT-A NIGHTTIME SCENE, UP IN THE AIR, WITH A LARGE FULL
MOON


GIRL'S VOICE: I wouldn't have had a clue as to what was
going on, but I could fly, so I guess I drifted aimlessly all
that night.


[She can be seen as a dark silhouette tumbling across the
screen, with thin faint highlighted outlines.]


GIRL'S VOICE: The next morning --


CUT TO:


EXT-SOME WOODS BEHIND A HOUSE-DAY


GIRL'S VOICE: -- I crashed down through some trees, and landed
in a small wooded bower behind a woman's home. She lived there
alone, and had been tending her garden. She heard the
noise and came over to investigate.


[The naked baby girl can be seen sitting amid some tall
grass and wild flowers, so that only her upper body is
visible. A WOMAN about Ms. Kane's age approaches her. The
baby has a gaping, uncomprehending expression; when she
raises her right hand towards the woman, we can see she's
clutching a handful of flowers, as if they are some sort of
gift. The woman accepts them.]


GIRL'S VOICE: That woman ended up raising me as her own
daughter, and she became my mom. She was touched that
someone in such a predicament would still offer her flowers,
so I was named .Bouquet.


CUT TO:


INT-THE UTYNIUM LIVING ROOM, IN THE PRESENT


[Bouquet has an unconcerned, everyday expression on her face;
after all, everything she's just related is long familiar to
her. The Professor and his three girls, however, look stunned.
They seem thunderstruck by the nightmare story which has
just been told.]


PROFESSOR: Good heavens, Bouquet, you must think I'm the
most monstrous rogue of all time!


BOUQUET (full of respect): Not at all, Professor! You're a widely admired
scientist!


BLOSSOM: I can't believe it, we've actually got a fourth sister!...
Professor, can we go outside, and get to know each other better?


PROFESSOR (approvingly): Why of course, Blessom! Enjoy yourselves!


BITTERCUP (eager): Maybe you can teach me how to fly real fast,
like you do!


[Blessom, Bittercup, and Babbles fly off. Bouquet is left gazing at the
Professor with dismay on her face. She was looking forward to talking
to the father she has never known. Playing backyard games with girls her
own age probably isn't that much of a novelty.]


NARRATOR (softly): Uh oh, Professor. It looks like you're the
one she wanted to get to know better.


[She doesn't want to appear rude. She bites her lower lip, turns, and
flies off to join her sisters.]


CUT TO:


EXT-THE UTYNIUM BACK YARD-DAY


[The first three PCR come out the back door. There's a pause, then
Bouquet comes out as well. The four girls gather together.]


BOUQUET: So, okay, what do we do now?


BLESSOM: How about we just talk?


BOUQUET: Okay, sure.


BITTERCUP: What grade are you in?


BOUQUET: Girls, I'm only a couple months older than you. I go to
kindergarten.


BLESSOM: Who's your teacher?


BOUQUET: Ms. Sharpe.


BABBLES: Is she nice?


BOUQUET: Oh, sure. Sometimes she tells us about the tricks she got up to
when she went to Teacher's College.


BITTERCUP: Tricks?!


BOUQUET: Of course, why not? Even teachers used to be human beings
once.


[Everybody except Babbles laughs at this joke. When the laughter
dies down --]


BABBLES: How about we play a game?


BOUQUET: Okay. What game?


BABBLES: Hide and go seek?


BITTERCUP: Babbles, that's a dumb game.


[Bittercup grabs one of Babbles' pigtails and gives it a sharp yank.]


BABBLES: Ow!!!


[Bouquet is horrified by this act.]


BOUQUET (in a steady, adult tone): Bittercup, don't do that.


BITTERCUP: Huh?


BOUQUET (again in an adult tone): Don't hurt your sister that way.


BITTERCUP: Um, maybe you don't understand. I'm BIttercup.
I'm the strongest Picuberoot. If I want to pull my sister's pigtail --


[She pulls Babbles' pigtail.]


BABBLES: Ow!!!


BITTERCUP: -- then I'm going to pull my sister's pigtail --


[She pulls Babbles' pigtail again.]


BABBLES: Ow!!!


BITTERCUP: -- and nobody's gonna stop me!


[She crosses her arms and glares defiantly at Bouquet. Bouquet doesn't seem
to have any clear plan of action, but she begins to drift towards
Bittercup, as if some uncontrollable instinct is leading her forward. Maybe
Bouquet doesn't have a clear plan, but Bittercup does. As soon as Bouquet
gets close, Bittercup thrusts her hands against Bouquet's chest, pushing
her down to the ground, hard on her backside.]


BLESSOM: Bittercup!!!


[Blessom hurries over, and helps Bouquet get up.]


BLESSOM: Bittercup, you apologize immediately!!!


[Bouquet brushes herself off, then speaks.]


BOUQUET (calmly): That's okay, Blessom. What she said is true. Everybody
does say that Bittercup is the strongest Picuberoot Girl.


[Bittercup casts a victorious gloat in Blessom's direction. Bouquet
turns her back on Bittercup, and begins to drift away. The CAMERA also
drifts away, so that we continue to see Bouquet from the front while
Bittercup grows more distant.]


BOUQUET (very clearly and very dangerously): Of course, everybody
also says that Bittercup is the dumbest Picuberoot Girl.


[She casts a quick glance back for only a moment as if she doesn't
expect this cheap shot to hit home. It does hit home. She doesn't
realize that an enraged Bittercup is now racing towards her from behind.
As Bittercup's left hand reaches Bouquet's right shoulder, the film
goes to SLOW MOTION. Bittercup spins her around, Bouquet's face showing
genuine surprise that this is actually happening. Bittercup's right fist
heads for Bouquet's face. Bouquet, however, is not an inexperienced
fighter. She presses her hands against Bittercup's chest and pulls her own
head back. Bittercup's fist swishes by without connecting, although the wind
from it sweeps Bouquet's hair to one side. Now it is Bouquet's turn to be
enraged. She pulls her right fist all the way back. In the next frame her
fist is already halfway to its target; in the next frame her hand is
striking Bittercup's face under the left eye; in the frame after that Bittercup
has been knocked a couple of feet away by the follow-through. A few more
frames show Bittercup tumbling further away.]


CUT TO:


A DIFFERENT POV WHICH FOLLOWS BITTERCUP ALONG AT REGULAR SPEED


[She bounces and spins as she repeatedly strikes the ground. She comes
to rest face down, like a gingerbread man that has been flipped over.
Buttercup brings herself up to a kneeling position. There is alredy a dark
mark under her left eye, and the eye is half closed. She tests the cheek
with her left hand, and jerks the hand away when real pain is felt. She
gives a horrified glance in Bouquet's direction, then her gaze wanders to the
space straight ahead of her and then to the ground directly in front of her.
Water wells up in her eyes. Her lower lip starts to quiver, and suddenly she
bursts into tears.]


BUTTERCUP (crying): WAHHHH... UH-UH-UH-UH...


CUT TO:


A POV WELL BEHIND THE CRYING BUTTERCUP


[The other three girls stare at her. Buttercup gets up and rushes to the
back door, opens it, and disappears inside.]


CUT TO:


INT-THE PROFESSOR'S LAB


[The Professor walks up to an enormous table. We ZOOM in closer to see
him pour some chemicals into a glass beaker. He then carefully picks up a glass
rod, and begins to slowly stir the concoction. His manner is studious
and contemplative, as if the act of stirring were in itself a disciplined
form of meditation.]


CUT TO:


INT-THE TOP OF THE STAIRS LEADING DOWN TO THE LAB


[Buttercup drifts ON-CAMERA and starts down the stairs.]


BUTTERCUP: PRO--FESSSSSS--ORRRRRR...!!! (she resumes crying): WAHHH...
UH-UH-UH-UH...


CUT TO:


THE PROFESSOR


[He gives a disappointed glance upwards at nothing in particular. He
takes on a sad and tired appearance, as if he's been through all this a
number of times before. He sets the glass rod inside the beaker and pushes
it away from him, towards the center of the table. Buttercup pulls up
behind him. Even before he turns around, he begins to speak.]


PROFESSOR: Okay, Bubbles. What has Buttercup done to you this time?


[He finally sees who is crying.]


PROFESSOR (much more concerned): Buttercup?! What is it honey?! Is Him
outside? Is Mojo Jojo attacking us?


[Buttercup manages to stifle her sobs and looks up at the Professor.]


BUTTERCUP: Bouquet hit me. I hate her. She's mean!
(she starts snivelling)


PROFESSOR (mystified): Bouquet?


[He looks up the stairs in bewilderment, then down at the miserable
Buttercup. He picks her up, holds her, and begins to pat her back
reassuringly.]


PROFESSOR: Okay, Buttercup, let's get you settled down. Then we'll go
outside, and see what the other girls have to say.


CUT TO:


EXT-THE UTONIUM BACK YARD-DAY


[Bouquet, Blossom, and Bubbles look troubled. The back door opens and
Professor Utonium comes out, followed by an angry Buttercup. Blossom
casts a worried glance in Bouquet's direction, followed by one in Bubbles'
direction. It's a glance which says, 'here it comes!'. The Professor
walks up to Bouquet.]


PROFESSOR: Bouquet, Buttercup says that you hit her. Did you?


BOUQUET: Yes.


PROFESSOR: Why?


BOUQUET: Well, she was pulling on Bubbles' pigtails and hurting her. I
asked her to stop, but she said that she was Buttercup and that she was the
strongest Powerpuff and that if she wanted to pull on her sister's pigtails
then nobody could stop her...... so I stopped her.


PROFESSOR: Bouquet, what you did was very wrong. All of you girls are
very strong, and if you start fighting each other then one of you could be
badly hurt!


BOUQUET: Yes... sir. I know. I'm sorry.


[The Professor walks over to Buttercup.]


PROFESSOR: But you know, Buttercup, I can't help feeling that you
brought some of this on yourself.


[Buttercup looks at him in disbelief.]


PROFESSOR: I have talked with you over and over again about the way you
treat your sister Bubbles, but it seems like everything I say goes in
one ear and out the other.


BOUQUET (quietly): That's because there's nothing in between.


[The Professor's head snaps around quickly.]


PROFESSOR: Bouquet!


BOUQUET: Sor-ry.


[He turns back to Buttercup.]


PROFESSOR: Buttercup, for the first time in your life you found out what
it feels like to be picked on. Now you know how Bubbles feels when you pick
on her. Did you enjoy it?


BUTTERCUP (contritely): ...no...


[The Professor walks back to Bouquet.]


PROFESSOR: And you, Bouquet. Is your mom going to be happy to hear that
you hit Buttercup and gave her a black eye?


[Bouquet rolls her eyes skyward.]


BOUQUET: Good gosh, no. She'll probably give me an hour-long
lecture about .The Way.


PROFESSOR: The Way?


BOUQUET: My mom is really into Chinese philosophy.


[The Professor stares at her for a moment. Pulled girls' pigtails, black
eyes, and Chinese philosophy. That's not a combination you encounter
everyday.]


PROFESSOR (to all four): I hope you girls can learn to get along...
otherwise, I'm going to have to leave Blossom in charge whenever I'm
absent. Would you like that?


[Buttercup and Bubbles respond instantly.]


BUTTERCUP: No way!


BUBBLES (in the negative): Uh uhhh!


[Blossom gives a quirky look at their quick reaction. The Professor turns,
and walks back into the house. Bouquet puts her feet down, and walks up to
Buttercup. Buttercup has her back to her, so Bouquet tries to walk
around one side, to be seen. Buttercup brings her shoulder around to
block her out. Bouquet walks around behind Buttercup and tries to be seen
from the other side, but again Buttercup turns her back to Bouquet, so
Bouquet gives up and addresses the back of Buttercup's head.]


BOUQUET: Buttercup, I'm very sorry that I hurt you... I feel
terrible about it... I'm really not a bad person... I'm sure that once we
get to know each other we'll become really great friends.


[Bouquet gets no reaction from Buttercup, so she turns to Blossom
and Bubbles.]


BOUQUET: I'll be back some time soon. Sorry things got off on the
wrong foot. Goodbye, for now...


BLOSSOM: Goodbye, Bouquet.


BUBBLES: Goodbye.


[Bouquet looks up, then flies off. Blossom comes over to Buttercup.]


BLOSSOM: She tried to apologize, Buttercup. Maybe you could have
been a little nicer.


[Buttercup turns around and glares at Blossom. It's the first chance Blossom
has had to see Buttercup's messy black eye up close, and it makes her
grimace. Blossom turns to Bubbles, and gives her a helpless look.]


DISSOLVE TO:


A SHOT OF THE THREE GIRLS SEEN FROM FURTHER AWAY, STILL HOLDING THEIR
POSES


FADE TO BLACK


FADE IN:


EXT-AN AERIAL SHOT OF A WOODED AREA-DAY


[In the distance the grassy side of a hill can be seen. The CAMERA ZOOMS
in close to it, so that we actually seem to be standing there. Bouquet
flies downward from above and lands. She casts some slow glances in
several directions, as if hoping that familiar landmarks will cheer her up,
but the cheerfulness doesn't come. She gives it up.]


BOUQUET: Great! I thought I'd be getting three sisters, and instead I
get three enemies.


[She thinks this over.]


BOUQUET: Well... one enemy, and two strangers. (becomes
frustrated): Ooooo...! That Buttercup! How can anyone be so
arrogant?! (her anger flares up): I hate her! She's mean!


[Her anger dies down, and she returns to being sad.]


BOUQUET: I really hurt Buttercup... No good will come from that...


[She starts walking along the field. As she gets close to some bushes,
a large brown bird starts squawking, limps into her path, and tries feebly
to get away. Bouquet is startled. She stops to wipe her eyes as if maybe
she's been shedding a few tears.]


BOUQUET (thinking): .Oh, heh. It's a mother
partridge. She's pretending her wing is broken so I'll chase her and leave
her nest alone.



BOUQUET (in a staged voice): Oh boy! I get to eat partridge tonight! Yum,
yum, I sure love partridge!


[She goes through the exaggerated motions of persuing the bird, taking
big awkward steps and reaching forward. Incredibly, the seemingly crippled
partridge gains ground, and has soon vanished into woods.]


BOUQUET: It's amazing how a little bird can protect her family that
way...


[Suddenly an idea comes to her. She snaps her fingers.]


BOUQUET (excited): That's it!


CUT TO:


STOCK SHOT-POKEY OAKS KINDERGARTEN-DAY


NARRATOR: The following morning, at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten.


CUT TO:


INT-THE CLASSROOM, NEAR THE FRONT DOOR


[Children are coming in, intermittently. A little girl comes in, and
MS. KEANE addresses her.]


MS. KEANE: Why hello, Susie. It's so nice to have you back. Finally gotten over that nasty cold?


SUSIE (obviously pleased that she was missed): Yes, Ms. Keane.


[Susie walks to her desk. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup drift into
the classroom.]


MS. KEANE (cheerful): Good morning, girls.


[Her happy appearance is replaced with one of gaping shock.]


MS. KEANE: Buttercup! What a terrible black eye!


[Ms. Keane looks it over and is very concerned.]


MS. KEANE (sympathetic): Was it Mojo Jojo again?


BUTTERCUP: Huh? Oh, no, Miss K. It wasn't anything like that. It wasn't
crime-fighting. No big deal. It was another family member, that's all.


MS. KEANE: A family member?!


[She can hardly believe where this is leading.]


MS. KEANE: Blossom! ...Did you hit your sister?!


BLOSSOM: Of course not, Ms. Keane! I've never hit Buttercup!


MS. KEANE: Bubbles? Did you...?


[Bubbles brings her hands up against her chest in an honest gesture of
innocence.]


BUBBLES: Ms. Keane! Of course not! How could you ever think
such a thing?!


MS. KEANE: Well...


NARRATOR: Oh no, Ms. Keane! What Utonium family member are you thinking
of? Surely you could never suspect the Professor of doing such a
thing!


MS. KEANE: Excuse me, girls.


[She walks OFF-CAMERA.]


CUT TO:


A POV OUTSIDE MS. KEANE'S OFFICE


[She reaches the door, opens it, enters, and closes the door.]

CUT TO:


A POV INSIDE THE OFFICE


[A seated Ms. Keane flips through an address book, scans a telephone
number, then dials it.]


SHIFT TO:


A SPLIT SCREEN, SO THAT WE CAN SEE THE PROFESSOR ANSWERING THE
TELEPHONE


PROFESSOR: Utonium residence.


MS. KEANE (scolding): Professor Utonium, this is Ms. Keane. I have just
heard what happened. I am... speechless! I am shocked!


PROFESSOR: Huh...? Well... sure. It was a new experience for me, too.


MS. KEANE (disbelieving): A new experience?


PROFESSOR: I have to admit, I'm feeling a certain amount of pride.


MS. Keane: You're... proud?!


PROFESSOR: I think most men would be.


MS. KEANE: Most men?


PROFESSOR: I'm sorry. You are talking about the explosion,
aren't you?


MS. KANE (angry): Explosion? Is that your name for it? I'd call it a
cruel and dangerous outburst!


PROFESSOR (taken aback): Well... I suppose you could call it that...


MS. KANE (pleading): How could you have ever hurt one of your own
children?!


PROFESSOR: I never intended it to happen that way, but, yes, that's
true... it would have hurt... especially when she hit the ceiling.


MS. KEANE (horrified): She hit the ceiling?!


PROFESSOR (a bit amused): Of course, I'm sure she hurt the ceiling more
than the ceiling hurt her, heh heh heh.


MS. KEANE: Do you think it's funny?!


PROFESSOR (a bit penitent): Well, no... I suppose not...


MS. KEANE: Have you apologized to her yet?


PROFESSOR: Well, no. Actually she ended up apologizing to me...
you know, because of the black eye...


MS. KEANE (horrified): She apologized to you?!


PROFESSOR (confused): Well... sure.


MS. KEANE (stern): You will be apologizing to her this evening, correct?!


PROFESSOR: Well, I don't think that's likely. After all, she doesn't
live here.


MS. KEANE (disbelieving): She doesn't live there?!


PROFESSOR (puzzled): ...no...


MS. KEANE (full of authority): Professor Utonium, class is about to begin,
so I have to leave now. I assure you that I'll be calling on you tonight
and that we will be having a long discussion about how you treat the poor
creatures you call your children!!!


[An aghast Ms. Keane slowly hangs up her phone. As she does, the
confused Professor disappears.]


CUT TO:


INT-THE CLASSROOM-DAY


[The PPG are seen more or less from the side, although we can see their
faces. Ms. Keane walks up to them, then leans towards Buttercup.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF MS. KEANE AND BUTTERCUP


MS. KEANE (quietly): Buttercup, if you have nowhere else to stay, you
could spend the night at my house.


BUTTERCUP (puzzled): No thanks, Miss K... I already have a
place to live...


[Ms. Keane straightens up and brings her hand near her mouth.]


MS. KEANE (mystified): So soon...


CUT TO:


A POV BEHIND THE PPG


[We can see Ms. Keane over the top of Blossom's head. Ms. Keane takes a
step back from the girls. She slowly looks pityingly from Buttercup to
Blossom to Bubbles. Her gaze finally comes to rest on Blossom in the
center.]


MS. KEANE: Oh you brave, brave girls! I had no idea how
things were for you... I want you to know that if anything is ever
troubling you, you can always tell me, no matter what time of day it is.
Do you understand?


CUT TO:


A SHOT OF THE PPG SEEN FROM MS. KEANE'S POV


BLOSSOM (awkwardly): Well... okay, Ms. Keane... Sure...


CUT TO:


THE PREVIOUS POV BEHIND THE PPG


[Ms. Keane's face takes on a happy, tearful smile. She turns and walks
confidently back to the chalkboard, then turns and faces the class.]


MS. KEANE: Okay, class, our first lesson today will be in arithmetic.


CUT TO:


A POV AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS


[Ms. Keane is writing something on the board. If she's talking, we
cannot hear her.]


FADE TO BLACK


FADE IN:


EXT-AN UNFAMILIAR KINDERGARTEN-DAY


NARRATOR: That afternoon, in the Town of Cityton, as kindergarten is
about to let out for the day.


[Note: While numerous American flags are displayed throughout the City of
Townsville, in the Town of Cityton there isn't a single American flag to
be seen anywhere.]


[The kindergarten bell rings. Numerous children stream out of the doors. The
CAMERA ZOOMS in on Bouquet and another little girl, who is obviously a FRIEND. They are walking side by side. Bouquet's lower left arm is in a cast; apparently it is broken.]


FRIEND: Boy, Bouquet, you sure must like going to school. If my
arm was broken, I'd take at least one day off.


BOUQUET: Well, it may be broken, or it may not be. They put a cast
on it, just to be on the safe side. I'll find out one way or the other in
a few days. Right now, the doctor's aren't sure.

FRIEND (puzzled): Gee, you'd think doctors would know...


BOUQUET: I don't want to seem rude, but I have to go straight home.
We'll talk tonight, okay?


FRIEND (still puzzled): Okay.


[The CAMERA turns and watches Bouquet run away fast, racing along the
sidewalk but not going any faster than any other child her age.]


CUT TO:


INT-A KITCHEN-DAY


[Bouquet's MOM is at work preparing supper. Bouquet runs in, then
carefully removes her backpack and sets it on the floor.]


BOUQUET: Hi, mom.


MOM: Hello, dear.


[Her mom gives a long and thoughtful glance in Bouquet's direction.]


MOM: You know, I'm still not sure how I feel about that cast.


BOUQUET: Mom, I already explained. Yesterday I hurt Buttercup, and that
makes her a target now. I don't think the girls realize how dangerous their
enemies are. If the bad guys decide to play for keeps and go after an
injured Powerpuff, I'd rather they went after me.


MOM: Are you trying to give me grey hairs?


BOUQUET: I said the bad guys were dangerous. I never said they were
smart.


[Bouquet and her mom share a warm smile, and give little snorting giggles at
this joke. Then Bouquet turns to leave, and vanishes.]


CUT TO:


EXT-A SMALL BEACH, LOOKING ACROSS A LAKE-DAY


[Bouquet flies down from above and lands on the beach. She looks around
in several directions, then begins to float back upwards. The CAMERA
follows her up, ZOOMING in on her at the same time. At last she comes to a
stop up in the air, and we are quite close to her. She begins a 360 degree
rotation as she examines the horizon. The CAMERA moves so that we always
see her face; it is the background which changes. At last she comes to a
rest, having seen nothing. However, a tiny black dot now rises up from the
ground far behind her and grows rapidly larger. As it gets close, she
senses something, and turns around to face it. The CAMERA holds its
position, so that we see her back. The distant dot is now recognizable, and it
comes to a stop at a close speaking-distance. It is Mojo Jojo, wearing a
rocket backpack. He is carrying a laser rifle.]



CUT TO:


A POV LOOKING AT THEM FROM THE SIDE, WITH BOUQUET TO OUR RIGHT


MOJO: So it is true... it really is true... there is a new Powerpuff
Girl, and a stupid one at that! Here she hasn't even been in a battle, and
already she has broken her arm, all by herself! Ha! Maybe I
should call you the Powerklutz Girl, Powerpuff Girl who is new!


BOUQUET (bored): Yup.


MOJO (smug and condescending): In the natural world, there is room only
for the smart and the strong. I am smart and I am strong, so there is room
for me, but this world has no use for one such as yourself because you are
stupid and weak and clumsy and slow, so I am helping nature along by
eliminating a creature such as yourself, who is stupid and weak and clumsy
and slow.


BOUQUET (beginning to dislike Mojo very much): Don't preach to me about
the natural world, you stuffed dummy. I live in the natural
world.


MOJO: So much the better! You understand what must happen next.


[Mojo aims the laser rifle at her, and starts firing.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF BOUQUET


[The beam from the laser strikes her "broken" arm. She doesn't even try
to avoid it, but simply keeps her determined gaze fixed straight ahead at the
OFF-CAMERA Mojo. Pieces of the cast fly away in all directions, until her
arm is free of it. Still the laser fires, but it doesn't seem to hurt
her at all.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF MOJO


MOJO: Ha! Ha! Yes! Ha!...


[He finally realizes that something isn't right.]


MOJO: Huh?


[He stops firing the laser and assesses the damage it has caused.]


MOJO (exasperated): Your arm which is broken, it is not broken!


WHIP TO:


BOUQUET


BOUQUET: Well, duhhh...!


WHIP TO:


MOJO


[He starts to reach for the rocket backpack controls with his right hand.

Bouquet appears in front of him and grabs his right hand with her own. Mojo
tries to use his left hand but Bouquet reaches across with her own left hand.
It appears to be a standoff, but then Bouquet disappears. A faint blue streak
circles Mojo, and Bouquet reappears in front of him, her right hand grasping
the front of Mojo's uniform. His rocket backpack has been removed and is now
in her left hand. She lets go of Mojo and we follow him as he plummets
downward. He strikes the surface of the lake, disappears, reappears, and
ends up treading water, apparently in no danger of drowning.]


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF BOUQUET


[She switches her attention from the swimming Mojo to the backpack. She
looks it over, and seems to be trying to decide if she wants to keep it.
She puts it on, trying several poses while imagining how it looks on her;
finally she pulls a sour expression of disapproval.]


BOUQUET: Naw, it's not my style.


[She takes it off and tosses it away, firing her laser eye-beams at it,
blasting it to bits. Suddenly Mojo can be heard screaming in pain.]


MOJO'S VOICE: Help me! Help me! Something with sharp teeth is biting me with its
teeth which are sharp! HELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!


[We follow Bouquet down to the water. She pulls Mojo out and carries him
to the beach. There is indeed a beaver biting the back of his right ankle.
Bouquet studies the animal for a moment.]


BOUQUET: These creatures usually prefer raw liver. I'll go get some.


[She flies OFF-CAMERA. A couple seconds pass. She returns, empty-handed.]


BOUQUET: I'll be back in a second.


[She flies OFF-CAMERA again. She's back in a second. She gets close to
Mojo and carefully dangles a piece of raw liver near the beaver's nose.]


BOUQUET: Here, little guy. Isn't this better than that smelly old boot?


[The beaver's eyes dart around, thinking, evaluating, planning.
Suddenly he lets go of Mojo and leaps at the liver. Even though she has
superpowers and superspeed, Bouquet is startled and can barely get her hand out
of the way in time. The beaver snatches the liver out of mid-air, lands,
glares dangerously at the two of them, then begins to crawl to the water's
edge.]


MOJO: What on earth is that creature?!


BOUQUET: That's a beaver.


MOJO: A beaver?! That is impossible! Beavers do not eat meat and liver is
meat which is definitely something which is not eaten by beavers!


[She gives a sad look at Mojo and begins to explain.]


BOUQUET: Somebody once got the bright idea that the beavers in Cityton Lake
could be raised and sold as a sort of health food. It was thought that giving
them genetic material from piranha fish would make their flesh tender and
low in fat. It didn't happen. Instead, the genetic material gave them
piranha-fish appetite, and piranha-fish attitude.


[They watch as the beaver reaches the water and begins to swim away.
Finally, Bouquet turns her attention to Mojo.]


BOUQUET: Okay, let's see what shape your foot is in.


[She gently removes Mojo's right boot. He grimaces, clenching his teeth
in pain.]


BOUQUET: Hmmm...... he bit you between the tendon and the bone.


[She straightens up.]


BOUQUET: Why, there's hardly any bleeding at all. I'll take you straight to
prison.


MOJO (stern): I must be hospitalized in a hospital immediately!


BOUQUET (unconcerned): The prison will have an infirmary where they can
stitch you up.


MOJO (frightened and pleading): What about the chance of disease?!


[Bouquet looks at him for a moment, then looks out across the lake. She
is considering something, mulling things over. At last she turns back to
Mojo and delivers her judgement.]


BOUQUET: That beaver deliberately chose to bite your foot. If he
dies from it, it's his own fault.


[With that she lifts Mojo up and flies off with him, going OFF-CAMERA. We
continue to look out across the lake. We can hear small waves coming up
onto the beach --]


{lap...... lap...... lap......}


[Finally two familiar black boots appear at the top of the screen. HIM
drifts downward and finally touches down on the beach. He glares
contemptuously in the direction of the departed Bouquet.]


HIM (feminine voice): So, her arm was never broken at all! It was all a
trick...


HIM (evil voice): ...a trap, to capture me!


HIM (f.v.): And that mark on Buttercup's face, that's probably nothing
more than make-up... (tauntingly): and not very good make-up,
either!


[Him floats a few inches up off the ground.]


HIM (f.v.): Mr. Quackers was right all along. He always is. I don't
know where I'd be without him.


[Him rockets upward, going OFF-CAMERA.]


CUT TO:


PULSATING HEARTS


HIM'S VOICE (feminine): And so once again the day is saved, thanks to
Mr. Quackers.


[Mr. Quackers appears, along with some supporting water. Mr. Quackers
bobs quietly on the water. We are left waiting for the "THE END" logo.]


NARRATOR: Hey! Nobody said you could do that! How dare you!...
Don't listen to him, people; the show's still running; sit back down.


CUT TO:


INT-THE UTONIUM LIVING ROOM-DAY


[The Professor, Buttercup, Blossom, and Bubbles are sitting on the couch,
watching a TV show. They all look sullen and cheerless.]


NARRATOR (sounding hurried and a bit rattled): The City of Townsville!


[It sounds like they are watching the Puppet Pals show. We can hear
action and talk and .bonk-bonk-s and canned
laughter. The Utoniums don't seem to be enjoying it at all, and may as well
be viewing a blank screen. Suddenly there is a loud smashing/splintering sound.
Him has crashed through their roof and ceiling, and now plummets down to
their living room floor. He glares at the Utoniums, sizes them up, gets
ready to deliver his speech.]


HIM (f.v.): Tell me, have you ever had something happen, and at first it
didn't bother you very much, but the more you thought about it, the madder
and madder it made you? Well you people have done something which has
made me...


HIM (e.v.): ...very, very angry.


HIM (f.v.): You see, I know all about how you had that new girl pretend
to have a broken arm. I know all about how you used her as bait to try
and trick me. Of course I was never fooled, but, sadly, poor Mojo
was fooled...


HIM (e.v.): He's now in Townsville Prison, having his injured foot
sewn up!


HIM (f.v.): I will never forgive you people for what you have done today.
I see you must learn the hard way that...


HIM (e.v.): It never pays to underestimate my intelligence!


[He gives them each a parting glare, then looks up and bounds away. The
four Utoniums are left gaping in utter incomprehension.]


BLOSSOM: Professor... do you have any idea what that was about?


[A stunned Professor slowly shakes his head side-to-side 'no'.]


BUBBLES: I think I know what's going on.


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF BUBBLES


BUBBLES: I think Bouquet was sorry that she hurt Buttercup. I think she was
afraid that a wounded Powerpuff would be a target that the bad guys would
go after, so she pretended that her arm was broken, so that the bad guys
would go after her instead of Buttercup. Him was almost fooled, and Mojo
was fooled, and now he's in Townsville Prison having his stinky old
foot stitched up.


CUT TO:


A CLOSE-UP OF BUTTERCUP AND BLOSSOM


BLOSSOM: Professor, I think Bubbles is right! (turns to Buttercup): You
see, Buttercup? Bouquet really wants to be your sister, but she hasn't
had a chance to show it yet.


[Buttercup looks at Blossom in a way which is neither angry nor
belligerent. It is the somewhat frightened look of a little girl who
realizes that she may be in the wrong. She slowly drops her eyes and looks
at her feet.]


CUT TO:


PULSATING HEARTS


NARRATOR: And so once again the day is saved, thanks to the Powerpuff
Girls!


[Buttercup and Bouquet appear. They are standing rather close together, but
don't seem to want to look at each other.]


NARRATOR: Come on girls, each of you forgive your sister, and give her a
big hug.


[They share a quick glance, but then look away again.]


NARRATOR: Don't make a liar out of me...


[Bouquet looks at Buttercup, and takes a little step towards her.
Buttercup gives a small, awkward smile. The two approach and hug each other.
We can see that Buttercup is smiling.]


THE END




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Monday, November 24, 2014

That's How The Cookie Grumbles (My most popular fanfic)

[Powerpuff Girls characters and related elements created by Craig McCracken and copyright Cartoon Network.]
OPENING SCENE:
EXT-TOWNSVILLE SKYLINE-DAY
NARRATOR: The city of Townsville! It's a Friday afternoon, and everybody's looking forward to another weekend! Even the Powerpuff Girls are looking forward to some good old-fashioned no-nonsense fun that they can really sink their teeth into!
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EXT-THE UTONIUM HOUSE-DAY
ZOOM TO:
A CLOSE-UP OF THE FRONT DOOR AND STEPS
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THE FRONT DOOR AND STEPS SEEN FROM THE SIDE
[The three PPG land by the front door. They all look happy.]
BUTTERCUP: It's here at last! The weekend is here at last! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
[Suddenly there is the loud sound of an empty stomach rumbling -]
rumble...rumble...rumble...}
[The PPG's facial expressions change to ones of alarm. All three stare at Buttercup's tummy.]
BUBBLES: Buttercup's starving!
BUTTERCUP: Woah! I'd better eat something quick, if I'm gonna live to enjoy the weekend!
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INT-THE UTONIUM KITCHEN
[The PPG fly in. They look around in various directions trying to find something tasty to eat. They don't seem to see anything interesting.]
BLOSSOM (calling out): Professor, can we have a snack before supper?
PROFESSOR'S VOICE: Gosh, Blossom, I don't know...
BLOSSOM (calling out): Please?!
PROFESSOR'S VOICE: Well, okay. Each of you can have a glass of milk, and one cookie.
BUTTERCUP (calling out and desperate): Only one?!
PROFESSOR'S VOICE: You heard me. I don't want you to spoil your supper.
[Three sad PPG drift over to the cookie jar on the kitchen counter. Blossom picks it up, and starts to carry it away. Bubbles and Buttercup follow, one on either side of her, forming a solemn procession. Blossom sets the jar on the dining table. It is a large jar with a large diameter mouth. Blossom lifts the lid off, and looks inside. Suddenly her face brightens up. Excitedly she reaches inside and seems to be wrestling with something. Bubbles and Buttercup see her reaction, but can't figure it out. At last Blossom pulls her treasure out of the cookie jar.]
BLOSSOM: Look, girls! It's a giant cookie!
[She's holding a huge oatmeal cookie, packed full of nuts and raisins. It's as big around as the cookie jar's mouth. Bubbles' and Buttercup's faces light up. Bubbles reaches towards the jar, but then is surprised that Buttercup isn't cutting in.]
BUBBLES: Don't you want the next one, Buttercup?
BUTTERCUP (greedily): I figure the heaviest one has settled to the bottom. You go ahead, Bubbles.
[Bubbles struggles with her cookie, but finally gets it out. Now Buttercup reaches for the cookie jar and pulls it towards her. She reaches inside, and pulls out her hand, - empty. She reaches inside a couple more times, but still can't get the cookie out. Frowning, she sets the cookie jar on its side and starts to slowly roll it along the table, peering inside and trying to discover what the problem is. Carefully she turns the jar at a downward angle, and shakes it slightly, waiting for the cookie to roll out. Still nothing happens. With growing anger she grasps the jar and holds it over her head, mouth downward. She looks inside at the maddening cookie and shakes the jar with increasing vigor. Suddenly the cookie falls out, bounces off Buttercup's face, and lands on the floor. It starts to roll away.]
BUTTERCUP: Aughhh!
[A wildly desperate Buttercup puts the jar down and starts to chase after the runaway cookie, following its wavering path. Uncertain what to do, she watches helplessly as it now describes an ever-tighter spiral. Finally it wobbles around and around and comes to rest, flat on the floor. A heartbroken Buttercup stares at her fallen cookie. Blossom and Bubbles pull up behind her, holding their own cookies.]
BLOSSOM: Well, you can't eat it now, Buttercup. It's fallen on the floor.
[A devastated Buttercup picks it up, examines it, turns and gives Blossom a helpless look. Suddenly a desperate idea comes to her. She turns back to the cookie and begins to move it around in her hands, trying to blow the dirt and germs off it at the same time.]
BUTTERCUP: Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!...
BLOSSOM (sternly): Buttercup, even a power-poof couldn't make it clean again. It's dirty - throw it in the garbage!
[Buttercup turns again to Blossom, giving her a wildly helpless look. Suddenly the helplessness changes to fierce determination. She turns to the cookie and takes a big bite out of it; then she glares at Blossom, chewing her mouthful, defying Blossom to do her worst. Both Blossom and Bubbles stick out their tongues in disgust. Bubbles grasps at her own tummy as well, trying to suppress her feelings of nausea.]
BLOSSOM: Well... okay, Buttercup... I can't stop you... but if you get a tummyache in the middle of the night, don't come crying to me!
[Buttercup considers herself the victor. She closes her eyes in a big self-indulgent smile, and turns her face away from Blossom. She continues to happily chew her mouthful.]
BLOSSOM (frustrated): Well, actually I'm the leader, so if you get a tummyache in the middle of the night, then you should come crying to me...but I won't feel sorry for you!
[Buttercup is amused by this. She swallows her mouthful, opens her eyes, takes another bite of the cookie, chews it with her eyes open for a while, then finally closes her eyes in happiness, still chewing.]
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
INT-PPG BEDROOM-NIGHT
[The PPG are in their nightgowns and are getting into bed.]
BUTTERCUP: See, Blossom? I didn't drop dead or anything, did I?
BLOSSOM: All I can say is, I'm glad it's your tummy and not mine.
BUTTERCUP: Oh, Blossom, you should learn to let your hair down... you know - live it up a bit more.
[Buttercup reaches towards Blossom and gives Blossom's hair a playful little flip. The gesture, however, provokes a loud growl from Buttercup's stomach.]
grrrowllll... grgllll... grgllll... grgllll... }
[All three are alarmed by this. Buttercup puts on a brave look.]
BUTTERCUP: Best meal I ever ate!
[She brings her hands close to her tummy for emphasis, but doesn't actually touch this troubled area. The PPG now crawl under the bedsheets. Buttercup lays her head on her pillow, closes her eyes, and is wearing a happy smile. The smile slowly slips into a worried frown.]
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
INT-THE UTONIUM BATHROOM
[The Professor is in his pyjamas and is looking in the bathroom mirror, vigorously brushing his teeth.]
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INT-THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM
[Cleaned off, the Professor turns off the bathroom light and enters the hallway. He continues walking, apparently on his way to bed.]
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INT-THE PROFESSOR'S BEDROOM-NIGHT
[He crawls into bed, settles himself down, gets ready to go to sleep.]
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN:
THE PROFESSOR IN A DIFFERENT POSITION, FAST ASLEEP
{There is a faint pitchew sound of someone flying}
{thump thump thump thump thump }
[Someone is banging on the bedroom door. They open the door and it's Blossom who flies in. She's very upset. She reaches the Professor and starts pushing at him.]
BLOSSOM: Professor! Wake up!
PROFESSOR: Huh?... What?...
BLOSSOM: Professor! Buttercup's sick !
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INT- THE HALLWAY
[An anxious Blossom is flying along. The Professor is running behind her, struggling to put on a nightgown.]
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INT-THE PPG BEDROOM-NIGHT, WITH ONE LIGHT TURNED ON
[A tearful Bubbles is looking at the unconscious Buttercup. She turns to see Blossom and the Professor rush in. The Professor reaches the bed and sits down beside Buttercup. He grasps her right hand and starts rubbing it, trying to wake her up.]
PROFESSOR (concerned): Come on, honey. Wake up, Buttercup.
[He presses his hand on her forehead to check for a fever, then begins to gently rub and pat her cheeks.]
PROFESSOR (concerned): Come on, Buttercup. Look at me, honey. Look at me, Buttercup.
[She's nowhere near consciousness.]
PROFESSOR (grave): I'm calling for an ambulance.
[He runs out of the room. A miserable Bubbles looks up from Buttercup and stares helplessly at Blossom. Blossom comes over and places a comforting arm on Bubbles' shoulder, although Blossom herself doesn't look optimistic. The CAMERA slowly TURNS and ZOOMS in on Buttercup. Finally Buttercup's sickly face almost completely fills the screen.]
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EXT-TOWNSVILLE SKYLINE-DAY
[For a disturbing several seconds, there is no sound at all, and no motion or action. Nothing. Finally - ]
FUZZY LUMPKINS' VOICE: The city of Townsville! This here's a thrivin' and bustlin' metropolis where all the people thank their mayor every day fer the wunnerful job he's gone done fer them. That there mayor can come onto ma property anytime he feels like it. I like him !
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INT-THE MAYOR'S OFFICE-DAY
[HIM is seated in the Mayor's desk and is wearing a Mayor-style suit and bow tie. He reaches for the intercom button.]
HIM (feminine voice): Ms. Sedusa, would you come in here, please?
[SEDUSA enters. She looks reserved and professional.]
HIM (f.v.): Ms. Sedusa, how is the construction coming along for the new orphanage?
SEDUSA (sad): Not well, Your Worship. The costs are well over budget, and goodness knows where the extra money will come from.
HIM (f.v.): Sighhh...
HIM (evil voice): I guess I'll have to take another pay cut.
SEDUSA (furious): No, sir! No! You deserve an income, just like everybody else!
HIM (f.v.): But Ms. Sedusa, think of the children ...
SEDUSA: You're only human, sir! You need food and shelter just like everyone else!
HIM (e.v.): Ms. Sedusa, knowing that even one of my citizens is suffering hurts me more than any missed meal possibly could!
[Sedusa doesn't know how to answer this. She can only look at Him with a tearful and admiring expression.]
{Him's telephone rings}
[Him picks up the receiver.]
HIM (f.v.): Hello... The bank is being robbed? Are the police on the way?... They are? Good!...Who's robbing it this time?
HIM (e.v., quietly under his breath): As if I even had to ask.
HIM (f.v.): Them, again ?!
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INT-A BANK-DAY
[There are two bank robbers. One is MS. BELLUM, wearing a mask over her face. The other is a man of average height who is wearing a ski mask.]
MS. BELLUM: Okay, people, my partner is going to come to each of you in turn, and you are going to put all your money in the sack. Understand?!
[The male ROBBER goes up to a LADY TELLER. He holds the sack in front of him. She reaches into her desk, grasps a handful of money, drops it into the sack, and waits for him to leave. Obviously the robber is expecting more money. He stares down at the sack's contents, then glares at the lady teller. He addresses her. When he speaks, it is with the NARRATOR'S voice.]
NARRATOR/ROBBER: Hey, are you deaf, sister?! The lady told you to put all your money in the sack!
[He waves his pistol menacingly, then grasps the sack again with both hands and holds it in front of the lady teller. Terrified, she hurriedly makes repeated grabs into her drawer and dumps money into the sack.]
{a distant siren can now be faintly heard}
MS. BELLUM: It's not safe to stay any longer!
[She runs to the doorway and turns, waiting for her partner. He runs to the doorway and then turns to face the people in the bank. He holds the sack of money at arm's length in a theatrical gesture.]
NARRATOR/ROBBER (dramatically): And so, once again the bank is robbed -
MS. BELLUM: Come on, you idiot !
[She quickly runs out through the doorway. He turns and runs after her.]
ZOOM TO:
THE DOORWAY AND CONTINUE OUTSIDE INTO THE STREET
WHIP PAN:
STRAIGHT UP UNTIL WE ARE AMONG THE CLOUDS
[While we are looking at some particular cloud/sky formation, Buttercup suddenly pops into existance, in the center of the screen. She looks around, confused.]
BLOSSOM'S VOICE: So there you are. Here we are with a whole weekend full of trouble to cause, and you have to go disappear!
[Buttercup looks at someone OFF-CAMERA, then flies in their direction. She pulls up near Blossom, who is hovering alongside Bubbles and the huge "twisted sister" BUNNY.]
BLOSSOM: Together at last! Now we can get down to business! Okay, girls, what crimes can we commit today?
BUBBLES: How about we burn down the orphanage again?
BLOSSOM: Hmmm..., I don't know, Bubbles... I think proper form requires that we let them finish building it before we burn it down... nice idea, though.
BUNNY: Tee pee Mitch's house, haw haw haw!
BLOSSOM: Yeah, that Mitch sure is a goody-goody, but remember, Bunny, toilet paper doesn't grow on trees. The Professor has to steal it.
[Blossom looks at Bunny, and seems to be having some doubts about Bunny's qualifications.]
BLOSSOM: Of course, you know, Bunny, you could always pay for that toilet paper, with your own money!
BUNNY (emphatic): No! No! Only sucker pay!
[This answer satisfies Blossom. Her concern now shifts to Buttercup.]
BLOSSOM: How about you, Buttercup? You haven't come up with a good idea for a crime in a long time!
[Buttercup's three sisters stare at her. She's on the spot.]
BUTTERCUP (thinking): Have these guys gone crazy? What am I supposed to do? I have to say something that sounds really bad, but it can't be anything that hurts someone!
[An inspiration comes to Buttercup. She adopts her most roguish smile.]
BUTTERCUP (in a sinister voice): How about we fly over Townsville naked !
BLOSSOM: Naw, that's never any fun. And last time Bunny caught a cold.
BUNNY (saying the words): Ah-choo! Ah-choo!
BUTTERCUP (frustrated): Well... ohhh... I don't know!
BLOSSOM (with sad resignation): I guess we'll just have to fly over Townsville until we can think of something.
[She starts to fly slowly forward. We travel with her, as do her sisters. Almost immediately she stops and holds her arms out to stop the others.]
BLOSSOM: Look out, girls! The police!
[Blossom's eyes dart around. She selects a direction and flies OFF-CAMERA. Bubbles and Bunny quickly follow her. Buttercup is left hovering in the air, uncertain what to do.]
BLOSSOM'S VOICE: Buttercup, do you want to go to jail?
[A puzzled Buttercup flies OFF-CAMERA in Blossom's direction.]
WHIP PAN:
STRAIGHT DOWN TO A POLICE CAR WHICH IS DRIVING ALONG THE STREET
[Its lights and siren are going; it pulls up in front of THE BANK. A policeman gets out and approaches the bank's front door. The policeman is MOJO JOJO.]
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INT-THE BANK-DAY
[The lady teller who was robbed has her face covered with her hands and is crying. She is still at her booth. A few people are gathered around her; some are patting her back, some are saying soothing words, some are offering tissues. In the public part of the bank some guards and executives are discussing matters. Mojo enters the bank and approaches one of the executives. The two have a short conversation, and the executive points at the lady teller. Mojo walks over to her. We ZOOM in closer. The people around her back away, and allow Mojo to ask questions. She lowers her hands, grasps a tissue laying in front of her, dabs her eyes, then finally squeezes the tissue tight in her hands. She's ready for the questioning.]
MOJO: Good morning, madam. I am here this morning in order to ask that you provide me with the facts of the matter which has transpired here in this place where it has happened. I am only interested in the facts, and those things which are not facts are not of interest to me. I ask only that you tell me in your own words what happened, using the words which have been chosen by you yourself.
LADY TELLER (speaks in a high-speed unintelligible gibberish)
MOJO: Uh huh.
LADY TELLER (speaks gibberish)
MOJO: I see.
LADY TELLER (speaks gibberish)
MOJO: Uh huh. I see. You say he spoke with an evil voice. Would that be a scheming kind of evil, or a brutal kind of evil?
LADY TELLER (speaks gibberish)
MOJO: A scary kind of evil. I see. Very well. (pauses) I thank you madam for your helpful information which will be of great help to me. In matters such as these it is of the utmost importance to begin a search for the guilty persons with great haste, in order that they can be apprehended before they can reach a place where they cannot be found because once they have reached a place where they cannot be found the job of finding them becomes much more difficult, believe me.
[We go with Mojo as he turns and walks out of the bank. He gets into the police car. We watch him drive off into the distance.]
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FOUR RATHER BORED PPG DRIFTING OVER TOWNSVILLE
[Blossom spots something down below, and perks up.]
BLOSSOM: Hey, girls, there's something! A church full of people!
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EXT-A CHURCH-DAY
[The main doors are open, and the CONGREGATION can be heard singing inside. The four PPG's land nearby.]
VOICEOVER:
CONGREGATION (singing):
I looked over Townsville and what did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home?
A super robot comin' afteh me,
Comin' for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet Dynamo,
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet Dynamo,
Comin' for to carry me home.
[Blossom cups her hands and shouts into the church.]
BLOSSOM: Hey, dumb people! I've heard cats sing
better than that!
VOICEOVER:
CONGREGATION (stops singing and starts making a heavy muttering and murmuring sound)
BLOSSOM: Heck! I've heard whoopie cushions that sounded better!
VOICEOVER:
CONGREGATION (the muttering sound becomes louder)
ZOOM TOWARDS THE OPEN DOORS AND INTO THE CHURCH
START TO ZOOM DOWN THE AISLE
[A number of angry faces can be seen as people turn around and peer at the nasty OFF-CAMERA PPG's outside. Now ZOOM very quickly towards the minister in his pulpit, until we have a CLOSE-UP of him. The minister is ACE. He reaches towards his followers, and then raises his hands upwards, gesturing for attention.]
ACE: No, my children! No!
[He clutches his hands together and holds them near his chin. He solemnly bows his head.]
ACE: Please! Don't allow them to poison your love and turn it into hate.
[He clenches his fists and raises them upward.]
ACE: These people are not our enemies, they are our allies! The same evil which we must fight every day, they too must fight, but the battles which we have won, they have lost!
[He presses his left palm flat against his chest, and stretches his right arm its full length in the direction of the unseen PPG's.]
ACE: We must not show them the closed fist of combat; we must show them the open hand of friendship!
[He looks pleadingly at the people, and reaches towards them.]
ACE: Yes, it's true that they may walk all over us with their muddy feet, but isn't it worth it, brothers and sisters, isn't it worth it if even one of these poor lost lambs sees the light and learns to love their fellow man, as we now love our fellow man?!
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PAN SHOT:
THE CONGREGATION
[Numerous people are smiling, or nodding their heads, or wiping away tears.]
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EXT-THE CHURCH-DAY
BLOSSOM (shouting at the church): Hel-lo-o-o-o-o-...
BUBBLES (meanly): Stink-pots! Hee hee hee...
BUNNY: Haw haw haw!
BLOSSOM: Awww, they're not even listening to us!
[Bubbles and Bunny cast surprised glances at Blossom's frustration. Blossom gives up, and begins to float upward. The other three follow her example, and we travel with the four of them as they drift above the church and past the top of the steeple. Suddenly Blossom spots something below which makes her very excited.]
BLOSSOM: Girls! Look at that!
[We follow her down to the ground. She stands behind a large pink convertible. The other three girls join her.]
BLOSSOM: Look at this swell car the Professor stole!
BUTTERCUP (bewildered): How do you know the Professor stole it?
BLOSSOM (points at the license plate): These are the license plates that he stole last week!
[Blossom drifts alongside the car, runs her hand along its lines, and admires the interior.]
BLOSSOM (elated): Oooooo..., I'm going to like driving in this sweet baby!
[Blossom gives it a final look over, then begins to drift upward. We go with the four girls as they fly upwards to a spot high above the city and come to rest in mid-air.]
BLOSSOM: Boy, you sure have to hand it to the Professor; he's pretty smart! Who else would think of parking a stolen car outside a church ?!
[Buttercup's reaction to the disturbing events she's seen finally reaches a boiling-point.]
BUTTERCUP: Aughhh...! I don't know who you people are, but I know you can't be my sisters. No Powerpuff Girls would ever do the things you've done! I don't want anything to do with any of you! I'm going! Good-bye!
[We follow Buttercup as she flies away. Her expression of fierce anger changes to one of bitter disappointment, then to one of simple sadness.]
BUTTERCUP (thinking): I don't believe any of this. The Professor would never steal anything(more stern): I don't know how Him did all this, but he's gonna pay for it!
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A POV BEHIND BUTTERCUP
[We travel close behind her as she flies over Townsville. She quickly approaches the UTONIUM HOUSE. She flies through the roof and down the stairway to the LIVING ROOM. We move to one side of her. We can see MS. KEANE holding a child's black jacket, which the Professor is examining. The back of the jacket bears two words - ]
TEXT:
SCIENCE
RULES
END TEXT
MS. KEANE: ...and it's made of the finest leather. You'd pay hundreds for it in a store!
[Buttercup drifts several feet closer to them. Suddenly she becomes alarmed, and points accusingly at the jacket.]
BUTTERCUP: Hey! That's Mitch's coat!
[Ms. Keane turns to Buttercup and gives her a little smile.]
MS. KEANE: It's my coat now, Buttercup.
MS. KEANE AND THE PROFESSOR: Heh heh heh...
BUTTERCUP: You stole Mitch's coat! I can't believe it! You're gonna get in a lot of trouble, Ms. Keane!
MS. KEANE (amused): Oh, Buttercup, with the rotten education I give you children, I doubt if any of you are ever going to amount to anything! I'm not worried.
[Buttercup's thoughts are in a turmoil. She keeps looking back and forth from the Professor to Ms. Keane. Suddenly she makes a decision and assumes a determined expression. She flies straight at Mitch's coat and grabs it. She flies away with it, going OFF-CAMERA. A couple seconds later she returns, without the coat. ]
BUTTERCUP: There! I gave Mitch his coat back!
PROFESSOR: (furious): Young lady, you are in deep, deep, trouble! (points at the stairway): Go straight to your room and stay there!
[Buttercup folds her arms in defiance.]
BUTTERCUP: I'm not goin' and you can't make me!
[The Professor approaches her menacingly.]
PROFESSOR: It looks like somebody is asking for another dose of Antidote X!
[This frightens her. She turns and flees, flying up through the ceiling and going OFF-CAMERA.]
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EXT-A POV WHICH TRAVELS ALONGSIDE BUTTERCUP AS SHE FLIES UPWARDS
[She finally comes to a stop. She begins casting glances in various directions, trying to figure things out. Suddenly she spots something in the distance. She assumes an angry expression, and flies rapidly towards what she's spotted. She stops in an alleyway. SNAKE is standing there, holding a small can of paint and a lettering paintbrush. He is painting some words onto a brick wall.]
BUTTERCUP: Hey, you! You'd better stop that!
[Snake backs away and faces her. He looks neither guilty nor concerned. Buttercup reads the words he has painted.]
TEXT:
LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOUR
AS YOURSELF
END TEXT
BUTTERCUP: What the... ohhh... I thought...
[She hovers there for a moment, flustered. Finally she flies upward to leave and we go with her. Up in the sky she changes her path so that she's flying horizontally. A look of fierce determination comes over her, and she accelerates. The determination soon fades, however, and she slows to a stop.]
BUTTERCUP (peeved): Ohhh... where the heck am I going?! Nothing is like it's supposed to be! Ohhh... (sadly): I give up.
[She sags in defeat and begins to drift downward. She touches down in a city park. She turns and looks behind her. She sees a park bench, walks over to it, and sits down on it. Seated on the grass beside the bench is the SALAMI SWAMI. He is sitting on a blanket, with his legs crossed in a position of Eastern meditation. Buttercup casts a sullen glance at him.]
BUTTERCUP: I suppose you're one of the good guys now, right?
SALAMI SWAMI: I am a Swami. I am incapable of doing bad.
BUTTERCUP: Well, I haven't done anything wrong, but my whole world has gone to heck!
SALAMI SWAMI: Each of us lives in a world of our own making. To realize this is to take the first step towards enlightenment.
BUTTERCUP: Hey! You really are a wise man!
[Buttercup studies the Salami Swami, trying to decide whether she can trust him. She finally decides to tell him her troubles.]
BUTTERCUP: ...I don't know where I should go... I don't know who I can turn to...
SALAMI SWAMI: Look deep into your heart, and the truth will reveal itself.
[Buttercup closes her eyes and concentrates.]
BUTTERCUP: All I can see is Ms. Bellum's face... It makes me feel safe... and warm.
SALAMI SWAMI: Then she is the one you must turn to.
BUTTERCUP: Hey, thanks!
[Buttercup turns and flies away, going OFF-CAMERA.]
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INT-MAYOR'S OFFICE-DAY
{smash!}
[Buttercup crashes down through the ceiling. Her uncertain expression changes to one of anger as she sees Him sitting in the Mayor's chair. Sedusa is standing nearby; apparently she has been taking dictation, and now lowers her pad of paper.]
BUTTERCUP: Okay, Him! You've gone way over the line this time! You're going to jail, and you're never coming out ever again!
[Sedusa walks in front of the desk, placing herself between Him and Buttercup.]
SEDUSA: How dare you talk that way to the Mayor!
BUTTERCUP: He is evil!
SEDUSA (gesturing towards Him with her arm): This man is a living saint!
BUTTERCUP: He has tried every way possible to destroy Townsville! Now at last he's succeeded!
SEDUSA: It's you terrible Powerpuff sisters who have tried to destroy Townsville! His Worship has been our one ray of hope during the dark days you girls have brought upon us. (pointing right at Buttercup): A day never passes that each peace-loving citizen doesn't wish that the Powerpuff Girls had never been created!
[All of Buttercup's anger seems to change to doubt. She screws her eyes shut and grinds her fists into her face.]
BUTTERCUP: I don't believe it! I don't believe it!
SEDUSA (walking towards the Hotline Phone): I'm sorry, Buttercup, but you give us no choice... (she picks up the Hotline Phone receiver): ...Hello? Could you come to the Mayor's office? And please hurry. Buttercup is here, and she's threatening the Mayor. (looks at the distressed Buttercup): I really wish it hadn't come to this, Buttercup.
[Buttercup looks around, wondering what will happen next. Suddenly - ]
{SMASH!}
[The three ROWDYRUFF BOYS crash down through the ceiling. They land on the floor, and stand there in a group. These RRB, however, seem somehow different. They appear timid, and huddle rather closely together. They don't look like killers or criminals. They look like three frightened little five-year-old boys who have gotten into a bind they can't cope with, and can only wait until their mother comes along to rescue them. They exchange several glances, and at last BUTCH realizes that handling Buttercup is his task. He starts to drift towards her. As he gets to within about ten feet of her, his terror is so great that he can't look straight at her. Instead he turns his head to one side, and with the greatest of effort forces his eyes to look at the dreaded Buttercup.]
BUTCH (terrified): ...I'm not afraid of you... You don't frighten me...
[As he gets to within about five feet of her, the terror is finally too much to bear. His eyes roll upwards and he falls face forward onto the carpet in a dead faint. Buttercup stares at him in disbelief, then she turns and looks blankly at the floor in front of her. She slowly rolls her head from side to side, and is on the verge of tears.]
BUTTERCUP (miserable): This just can't get any worse...
[Him walks up beside her, and stands to her left.]
HIM (f.v.): Well, Buttercup, if things can't get any worse...
[Him grasps a bit of her hair with his claw, and toyingly
makes gentle side-to-side motions with it. Now it is
Buttercup's turn to be terrified. She stares at Him, watching
helplessly. Whatever evil blow he plans to deliver, here is
where it comes, and she seems too petrified with fear to save
her own skin.]
HIM (e.v.): ...then maybe it's time...
[Suddenly Him lets go, and draws the menacing claw
painlessly away. His threatening smile even seems to become a
kind smile.]
HIM (f.v.): ...for things to start getting better.
[Buttercup simply stares at Him. Did he actually say
something kind? As she
continues to stare at Him, everything in the scene except for
Buttercup begins to DISSOLVE into something else. At last we
realize that we have the POV of a fly on the ceiling of a
HOSPITAL ROOM, looking down at a hospital bed. Buttercup is
lying on the bed and is looking to her left at the Professor,
who is sitting in a chair, slumped forward, asleep. To
Buttercup's right are Bubbles and Blossom, with Blossom closer
to the foot of the bed. Buttercup's two sisters are both
seated in chairs but are slumped forward onto the bed, asleep.]
CUT TO:
A POV OF SOMEONE STANDING NEAR THE FOOT OF THE BED
[Buttercup sits up. The noise awakens Blossom.]
BLOSSOM: Huh?... Hey, guys...
[The Professor and Bubbles wake up.]
PROFESSOR: Oh, Buttercup, thank goodness you're awake!
BUTTERCUP: What happened?
PROFESSOR: You ate a cookie that fell on the floor, honey,
and it made you very sick! How do you feel?
[Buttercup pulls her legs up close to her and grasps her
shins.]
BUTTERCUP: I don't feel sick... I just feel... tired.
[She slowly looks in Blossom's direction.]
BUTTERCUP: Oh, go ahead and say it Blossom.
BLOSSOM: Huh? Say what, Buttercup?
BUTTERCUP: Go ahead and say it. Say 'I told you so'. Say it
and get it over with.
[Blossom looks around in various directions. She's been put
in an awkward spot. Finally she thinks of something. She
assumes a sullen facial expression and leans towards
Buttercup. She places her right fist against the left corner
of her mouth, and runs the fist across her mouth.]
BUBBLES: I don't believe it! Blossom just zipped up
her mouth!
BUTTERCUP, BUBBLES, AND THE PROFESSOR: Ha ha ha ha...
[Blossom tries to hold her mouth shut, but finally joins
in the laughter.]
BLOSSOM: Ha ha ha ha...
CUT TO:
PULSATING HEARTS
NARRATOR: Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (pauses) And so once again, the
day is saved, thanks to... the doctors and staff at Townsville
Hospital!
[The doctors and staff appear.]
THE END

Powerpuff Girls fanfiction, also posted at fanfiction.net as rayb07

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From a part of the world that produced Donald Sutherland. Solemn. Victorian. A Bob Newhart world with a smug minority and a rate of childhood poverty matched only by Toronto. I survived. Sort of.