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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