(Open POV)
Townsville…
There is the city skyline at night.
"The city of Townsville, but enough about that." The narrator said.
There is a house in a subdivision. This structure is a rather plain, boxy affair, with a large corner window on the first floor and three round ones on the second. A garage sits off to one side; the front door is bright red.
"Here at the Powerpuff Girls' suburban home is where our story begins." The narrator said.
(Jared's POV)
Utonium Residence…
A scream shatters the calm; inside, Bubbles is flying down the hall, doing her best to keep ahead of a cockroach scurrying after her.
Bubbles follows the cockroach but she gradually pulls ahead of it, "Get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away!"
Buttercup approaches from behind.
"I'll get it." Buttercup said, throwing a punch at the wall, knocking a hole in it but missing the roach.
"All this for a cockroach." I said, entering the room with a cup of green tea. "Really Bubbles?"
"It's scary." Bubbles said, hovering nearby. "Did you get it?" The roach moves into view, and Bubbles becomes so scared that her pigtails stand up straight. "Aaah!"
Bubbles fly away towards me.
Buttercup flies up and fires her eye lasers at the wall; she burns up the paint but misses again. She flies after the roach, and Blossom flies up to inspect the damage.
"Uh-oh." Blossom said, flying towards the roach. "Girls."
"This isn't going to be good." I said, looking at the chase where Bubbles is fleeing from the roach and screaming, with Buttercup in hot pursuit.
"Aah! Squish it, squish it, squish, it, squish it, squish it!" Bubbles said, terrified.
Blossom catches up, "Buttercup, no. It's just a cockroach."
"Shut up, Blossom. It's gross." Buttercup said, scoffing.
"It is not!" Blossom said, angrily.
"Is too." Bubbles said, flying, the roach following. "Squish it, squish it."
"You got it, Bubbles. One squished roach coming up." Buttercup said, pulling ahead and flying after the roach.
"Sometimes, stuff like this makes me wish I chose Equestria and Ponyville." I said, while Blossom stops briefly and groans in disgust. "Because they're being scared over the cockroach for no reason."
"I agree." Blossom said, flying after her sisters, rounding a corner. "Girls, no." She stopped flying. "Ew! Gross!"
"How is it gross?" I asked, looking at Professor Utonium.
Blossom addresses herself to him; he has the roach on his palm.
"Professor, you're touching it." Blossom said, as the other two girls are next to Professor Utonium.
Blossom lands by them.
"Oh. Not gross, hmm?" Buttercup asked.
"It's not. I just wouldn't want to touch it. Blecch!" Blossom said, worried.
The Professor's voice is deep and thoughtful, exactly the sort you might expect from an eminent scientist and/or a father figure in a 1950s TV show, "Actually, girls, to him, well, you're pretty gross yourselves, with your big heads, large eyes, little bodies…"
"Okay." The girls said, irritated.
"You're lucky it isn't a pepperpot with a squid inside of it that shouts 'Exterminate' all the time." I said, looking at the roach as the Professor continued. "Because it's more harmful than this simple cockroach."
"Jared's right, this is less threatening than a Dalek from what I've heard. You see, the Blattaodea, or more commonly known as the cockroach, may be ugly and disgusting, but…" The Professor said, looking down at the roach. "…they're also strong and focused creatures and are very important to the balance of nature."
"They're as important as ants." I said, happily. "God, I can't wait to meet Ant Man and the Wasp someday. That's gonna be crazy."
Around the insect, I thought about a patch of ground. It begins to run along as the Professor continues.
(Open POV)
"The cockroach has on Earth for more than 250 million years." The Professor said, as a voiceover. "And in that time, they've squished, squashed, stomped, smushed, smashed, and even stepped on."
On each of these words, the background scenery advances through the ages and the roach is crushed by a different foot. The order: a dinosaur in prehistoric time, a simian in the caveman era, a sandal-clad man in ancient Greece, a knight in the Middle Ages, a Pilgrim in colonial times, and a businessman in a city of today. This last foot stays in place.
"But even after centuries of being underfoot…" The Professor said, as a voiceover, but the roach's foot is removed and the roach is very battered. "…the adaptable cockroach will probably outlive us all, for they are the only creature capable of surviving the effects of radiation."
The pest instantly revives. During the next line, a post-apocalyptic cityscape fades into view on top of this; the camera pans slowly along it.
"So after the world as we know it is no more, the kooky cockroach will be there to start a new race…" The professor said, as a voiceover.
There is a towering insect beast with four arms. It screeches and waves in the air.
"...a race of bug people with a million eyes, 16 legs, exoskeletons, feelers, and…" The professor said, as a voiceover, almost raving.
(Jared's POV)
Utonium Residence…
"I'd rather the world be overrun by humanoid squid people and humanoid octopus people." I said, smiling. "Than the world having bug people."
We're still in the hall and the Professor has gotten a little carried away with his vision.
"Professor." Blossom said, annoyed.
"Sorry." The Professor said, regaining his composure. "But remember, girls." He is kneeling to the girls. "It's not right to harm an insect just because it's yucky on the outside. It's the insect inside that's important." Blossom nods; he holds the roach out. "Now, who wants to touch it?"
This offer causes the girls to recoil in horror and leap screaming into the air; Bubbles' pigtails again try to flee the room themselves. He straightens up.
"Ha, ha, ha! I'll get a jar." The Professor said, chuckling and walking away towards the kitchen.
At the exterior of the house; the front door is open. The Professor is on the front step, holding a jar with the roach inside, on the next line.
"Okay, little guy." The Professor said, lowering the jar and turns it upside down; with me looking down to follow the bug's The girls are around his legs, with Bubbles huddling in fear behind him. "You're free to go."
The Professor shakes the jar, and the bug drops out. It squeaks and twitches its antennae. The girls and I look after it.
"Come on, girls. It's time for bed." The Professor said, happily.
"He's right. You girls had enough excitement for one night that it bugged you out." I said, smirking.
The roach sits on the front step as the door is closed.
"All right, little guy." The narrator said, and the roach heads toward the street. "You heard the Professor and Jared. Now scurry on home."
(Open POV)
Townsville…
The roach gets to the middle of the street and stops. The purring of a car engine grows from the distance, and the vehicle approaches from over the hill. Just as the front wheels are about to flatten the roach, it leaps high into the air and lands on the roof. The car rolls off toward Townsville.
"Hmm. Something bugs me about that roach." The narrator said, looking at the city skyline. "The city of Townsv—Oh. I said that already. Sorry."
Down the street, the car rolls past, and the roach jumps down to the sidewalk. It looks up, and in front of the roach is an elegant high-rise with lights in all the windows but one on the floor below the top. Inside, the roach scuttles across a well-appointed lobby—the front desk on the left betrays this as a hotel—and toward an elevator. The floor indicator clicks to indicate an arriving car; inside this, the roach stands among a group of well-dressed people and goes completely unnoticed. In a hallway, where the elevator doors open and the roach scurries out. Now it squeezes itself under a door.
Hotel room…
It is completely bare of furnishings, with the plaster falling away from the walls. A man stands at the far end, looking out a window. The roach rises into view, up onto the man. He is a fat, ugly, disgusting slob, wearing a dirty undershirt and old shorts. His voice is low, gravelly, and dripping with contempt.
"Stupid people. Look at 'em." The slob said, looking down at the busy street. "What incompetent, unorganized, filthy, dirty creatures."
Outside the window, the slob peeks around the side of the frame; the top of his head tapers to a point, and he has two long hairs growing from here.
"They've been infesting this planet for too long." The slob said, leaning out, enraged. "YOU HEAR ME, PEOPLE? YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED! PREPARE FOR THE COMING OF EARTH'S TRUE MASTERS."
Townsville…
On the ground level, a man and a woman look on.
"THE REALITY OF YOUR EXTINCTION IS JUST A MATTER OF TIME!" The slob yelled, muted, from a great distance.
"It's 8:00." Man #1 said, looking at his watch, calling back.
Hotel room…
The slob shakes his fist and mutters angrily for a few moments, but the squeaking of the roach draws his attention. He brightens.
"Skippy!" The slob said, leaning down to the cockroach. "What can you report?" It squeaks into his ear briefly, after which he leaps into the air ecstatically. "Yahoo!" He salutes the cockroach. "We must call in the troops."
The slob raises a whistle to his lips and blows, producing a high-pitched, almost inaudible tone. Cockroaches swarm out of a kitchen drawer, a pizza box, a toilet, and all over the walls and floors of Townsville. They consolidate into a single huge flood of household pests that charges toward the slob.
"HALT!" The slob said, while the noise of stampeding roaches stops. He looks from side to side before he begins to pace the room, addressing the group. "In the past, I felt the one thing that might stand in the way of our complete success is those supercharged heroines, the Powerpuff Girls." He is running to Skippy. "But thanks to the brave efforts of Cadet Skippy, we are in possession of what I consider the most vital information to the success of our cause. It seems the Powerpuff Girls think you're…" The slob is leaning down to the roaches. "…icky, gross, disgusting. They're afraid of you. They won't touch you. And most importantly, they won't squish you." He is standing up. "And with them doing nothing to stop us, all we gotta do is scurry in and smash those disgusting bipeds, and then together, you and I, Roach Coach, will rule the world!"
He laughs madly as the roaches begin to swarm over every part of his body. The laughter echoes through Townsville.
Townsville…
At the skyline, it is now morning.
"It's a beautiful day in Townsville." The narrator said.
A man is walking jauntily down the street. He approaches a hot dog cart; he and the vendor sing the next four lines.
"Hmm, looks good, I'd like to buy a dog…" Man #2 said, singing, before stopping his walk.
"Hmm, it should. It's made from chicken and hog." The vendor said, fixing a hot dog up. "So, my pal, here's your dog, enjoy."
"Oh, I shall, oh boy, oh, boy, oh boy…" Man #2 said, singing and taking the hot dog.
The man bites into the hot dog and chews happily. A sudden crunch causes him to stop short and his eyes bug out in mixed disbelief and disgust. When he opens his mouth to scream, roaches pour from it and swarm all over his hand. More of them emerge from inside the cart, and the vendor screams as well. Now both men are covered with the pests, as is the car of a man driving along. He crashes into a fire hydrant as the infestation covers the streets and buildings of Townsville. Down the block, other people find themselves covered in roaches—even the Narrator is repulsed, and he yells in shock.
"Gross, gross, gross! Get them off! Aw, man, this is disgusting!" The narrator yelled, while a policeman is shooting at the bugs. "All of Townsville is being infested with roaches!"
At the end of the block, there is the slob, Roach Coach. He is watching from inside his room and rubbing his hands in delight, and he chuckles to himself.
The city skyline has bugs crawling all over it. A scatterbrained-sounding voice speaks.
Mayor's office…
"Aah! Aah! Oh, my. Roaches are encroaching on my town!" The Mayor said, terrified.
The roaches swarm over the office window. The speaker—the Mayor of Townsville—screams in terror. He is a short old fellow with a fringe of white hair around a bald scalp and a thick mustache. The mayor wears a monocle and a small top hat that floats just above his head.
"What to do? What to do?" The mayor asked.
Ms. Bellum steps into the room. Her voice is throaty, alluring, and quite unruffled.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mayor. Don't you think you should make the call?" Ms. Bellum asked.
"Oh, yes, yes. Good thinking, Ms. Sara Bellum. Call the exterminator." The mayor said, after a long silence.
"No, sir."
In the foreground, sits a telephone with a happy face where its dial or keypad would be. Its nose is a big red light. Ms. Bellum's high heels match her suit; her face, however, remains out of frame.
"The other call." Ms. Bellum said.
Pokey Oaks Kindergarten…
Inside, a matching phone starts to buzz, its red light flashing, and Bubbles answers—it is a direct hotline to them.
"Hi." Bubbles said, happily.
Pokey Oaks Kindergarten / Mayor's Office…
The Mayor is on the other end; roaches continue to run free outside.
"Powerpuff Girls?" The Mayor asked.
"Bye." Bubbles said, hanging up.
The Mayor stares at the now-silent phone; he and Ms. Bellum are interrupted by the breaking of the window, and the bugs pour in. The hotline at school goes off, and Bubbles answers it again.
"Hi." Bubbles said, smiling.
Now Ms. Bellum is tap-dancing around all the roaches on the floor.
The Mayor yells in shock, "Emergency!"
"Bye." Bubbles said, hanging up, and it instantly goes off again, and she answers. "Hi."
Both adults are covered with roaches.
"Get downtown!" The mayor said, worried.
"Bye." Bubbles said, hanging up.
Bubbles looks cheerfully at the hotline, but it stays quiet now. She looks away from it; her sisters are on that side, both glaring angrily at her. A chastened expression comes over her face when she sees their displeasure.
Mayor's Office…
The pests have accumulated to such a depth that the Mayor can barely reach out of them to press the button on the hotline's face. Ms. Bellum's legs sticking out.
Pokey Oaks Kindergarten…
When the buzzer goes off this time, Blossom picks up the call while Buttercup keeps one hand clamped over Bubbles' mouth.
"Yes, Mayor?" Blossom asked, excited talking over the line. "What? Gross! Do we have to?" She acts resignedly. "Ok." Blossom hangs up. "Something's bugging the town. Let's roll!"
The girls take off.
Townsville…
The girls are in flight. They get some distance into the city before stopping short and realizing the magnitude of the problem facing them. To their disgusted horror, they see roaches infesting the entirety of Townsville and its citizens.
"GROSS!" The girls said, angrily.
"Man, this is disgusting. These bugs got to go." Buttercup said, flying towards the city.
"Buttercup, no!" Blossom said, flying towards the city as well.
Buttercup charges through the infested streets, but is brought up short by Blossom. The latter takes on the self-righteous 'goody-goody' tone that kids sometimes use when trying to kiss up.
"Stop! Don't you remember what the Professor told us?" Blossom asked, as Buttercup looked away, bored. "He said, and I quote, 'It's not right to harm an insect just 'cause it's yucky on the outside. It's the insect inside that's important'."
"Oh? Like, what are you gonna do, put them in a giant jar?" Buttercup asked, sarcastically.
Blossom thinks about this, then smiles and takes off.
"Hey!" Buttercup yelled, calling after Blossom.
"That's right, fly away. Fly away scared, you stinking Powerpuffs!" The Roach Coach said, surprised. "Huh?"
Blossom is in flight; she is carrying a giant jar.
"A giant jar? That's crazy." The narrator said, at a loss for words.
"NOOOOOOOO!" The roach coach yelled.
Blossom flies through the city, scooping up all the roaches with the jar, as the Narrator speaks. Everyone is swept clean of the insects.
"And so with her lightning-fast speed and her knowledge of where to get giant jars, Blossom makes quick work of cleaning up the town." The narrator said.
One woman screams for a moment even after she has been cleared of roaches. Finally she stops and takes notice of her new situation.
"Aah! I'm bug-free!" The woman said, excitedly.
There is now a cheering crowd.
"That you are, lady, and so is the rest of the town, so give it up for The Powerpuff Girls! Yes!" The narrator said, excitedly.
Blossom stands proud; Bubbles waves; Buttercup looks a bit miffed that her dig at Blossom turned out to be a good move.
The Roach Coach runs up to the front of the crowd, "No fair! How dare you trick my army of roaches with a giant jar?"
"So you're responsible for this mess." Blossom said, sadly.
"That I am. I am Roach Coach. I am sick of you human scum infesting the planet! I am here to…" The Roach Coach said, and he has a whistle in his hand. "…exterminate!"
The Roach Coach lifts the whistle to his lips and blows. The jar begins to shake back and forth, making it hard for the girls to keep their footing on the lid.
"W-W-What's happening?" Blossom asked.
The jar explodes into shards of glass, freeing the horde of roaches; this is seen from three different camera angles, after which the insects swarm toward their master.
"That's it, boys. Come to papa!" The Roach Coach yelled.
Again they cover every part of the Roach Coach, and he laughs insanely. They form into the shapes of various insect body parts; the girls look up in stunned silence as a gargantuan shadow falls over them.
"Uh-oh." The girls said, softly.
The PowerPuff Girls are facing a king-sized cockroach composed of the thousands of bugs that Blossom packed up in her jar, nearly close to resembling the insect monster in the Professor's story.
"Not so fast, Roach Coach!" The girls said, charging toward the giant head.
The Roach Coach, inside the giant head, addresses the girls, "Annoying Powerpuffs!"
The Roach Coach opens his mouth wide. Outside, the jaws do likewise and close on the girls. The girls are inside the beast. They are surrounded by squirming roaches on all sides.
"Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross." Bubbles said, with a thousand-yard stare.
"Please can we squish them now?! Please?!" Buttercup exclaimed, looking at Blossom.
"Now, Buttercup…" Blossom said, deliberately, and Bubbles fell silent. "…remember, the Professor said not to harm an insect just because it's yucky on the outside, but… THIS ONE'S YUTCHY ON THE INSIDE!!!!"
The girls explode out of the giant roach, splitting it in half.
"Hey! You're not allowed to harm my roaches!" The Roach Coach yelled, while the Powerpuff Girls do a sharp U-turn and close in on him. "Uh-oh."
The girls plow completely through the body and go to work, kicking and punching the bugs into mush and breaking off a few appendages for good measure. Their final blow knocks Roach Coach loose as he tumbles toward the street, yelling in anger.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" The Roach Coach yelled, his voice fading, and it being drawn-out. "CURSE YOU, POWERPUFF GIRLS!"
The Roach Coach falls far enough to disappear from sight, and a metallic crash is heard—as if a bucket of spare parts had been dumped onto the pavement. The girls are panic-stricken.
"Oh, no! I definitely know it's not okay to squish a person!" Blossom said, worried.
"No matter how yucky they are on the inside!" Buttercup said, angrily.
"Wait. Look." Bubbles said, pointing down at the crash site to the sound of beeping and sparking electricity.
What is spread across the street is a mess of smashed body parts with wires and motors protruding. Blossom and Buttercup land beside this lot; the fingers of one hand twitch a bit.
"Whoa." Buttercup said, in awe of the wreckage.
"He's a robot." Blossom said, stopping on the head.
Bubbles is beside the head.
"And look." Bubbles said, looking down at the head. A chunk has been smashed away, revealing a roach sitting in a tiny control room within. "There's an insect inside."
"I am not just an insect, I am Roach Coach!" The Roach Coach said, in a squeaky voice, before speaking angrily. "I am the future ruler of this planet, you stupid biped!"
"Who you calling a biped…" Bubbles said, raising her foot to stomp it. "...you little…"
Her sisters stop her.
"Bubbles, no! Don't squish him! He's a criminal, and everything has a place in this world…" Blossom said, and she, Bubbles, and Buttercup look down at the roach. "…even criminals."
(Jared's POV)
Jail…
Around the insect, it is a bare gray room. The roach is now held captive within a jar and beating its tiny fists against the inner wall. The jar bears a label… 'JAIL' ...and sits in a full-sized jail cell. The girls, the Professor, and I stand outside, as do the Mayor and Ms. Bellum.
"Well, girls, thanks again for, Uh…" The mayor said, trailing off.
"Saving the day, sir." Ms. Bellum said.
"No, no, no. For saving the day."
"No problem, Mayor." Blossom said, happily.
"Great…" I said, looking at the Professor as a spider descends into view in front of him.
The Professor eyes the spider warily.
"It's all in a day's work. It doesn't bug us." Blossom said, smiling.
I am looking at the whole group; the spider meets its end between the Professor's hands. The Mayor jumps up and grabs Ms. Bellum at hip level. I pulled the Powerpuff Girls closer in towards me for a hug.
"Professor, you just squished that spider! Oh, I get it. Better safe than sorry, right?" Blossom asked.
"No. Spiders just creep me out." The Professor said, annoyed.
"I'm honestly tired of spiders too. After the Racnoss and the spiders on the moon." I said, rolling my eyes. "I never want to encounter another spider ever again."
Everybody, including me, laughs.
"Oh, Professor, Jared. What are we gonna do with you? Ha, ha, ha! Ah." The narrator said, laughing.
(Open POV)
The standard end shot comes up.
"So once again, the day is saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls! Ha, ha, ha! 'Spiders just creep me out', the Professor says. 'I never want to encounter another spider again', Jared says. Oh, jiminy." The narrator said.