Townsville…
There is the city skyline during a beautiful morning.
"The city of Townsville!" The narrator said, looking at the street and people of all sorts traveling on foot and wheels, on their way to some recreation. "And look! The wonderful citizens of Townsville, or 'Townies', as I like to call them, are gathering in Townsville Park for a day of fun-filled activities. What joy!"
The narrator laughs loudly.
Park…
It is filled with families enjoying themselves at picnics and games. After a few seconds, the Narrator cuts himself off abruptly, his voice taking on a darker, more ominous tone.
"But one place in Townsville Park is not filled with fun activity." The narrator said, coldly.
"Townsville Volcano Mountain!" The narrator said, looking at the observatory. "For on top of this mountain lies the lair…"
Mojo's lair…
Mojo Jojo is fast asleep in bed inside, and the narrator continues.
"...of the revengeful, resentful, spiteful, lawbreaking, mad, swindling, thieving, malicious, extorting, assaulting, crooked, torturous, dishonest, complaining, wicked, indecent, menacing, touchy, swarthy, shadowy, villainous villain of all time." The narrator said, looking at a digital alarm clock. The time is 8:59. Two toy monkeys hold hammers near a bell on top of the unit. "And he calls himself…"
The time advances to 9:00 on the nose and the monkeys start ringing the bell with their hammers. Mojo reaches over and shuts the alarm off with a single finger; he is now sitting up in bed and looking much the way normal people do when they first get up - not very good, that is. He wears striped pajamas and a matching nightcap.
"...MOJO JOJO! Oh, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" The narrator said, angrily.
Ignorant of the Narrator's hateful remark towards him, Mojo yawns and slides his feet into a pair of slippers by the bed before shuffling across the lair toward a huge, closed hatch with a console in front of it. He reaches this and presses a button; the hatch slides open to give him a view of the bright, beaming sun just outside. It is enough to bring him fully awake as his face takes on an angry scowl and grimace.
"Curses." Mojo said, with a low voice.
The hatch closes.
A message flashes up on a screen: 'Morning Preparation Sequence Activated!'. Mojo is still looking quite out of sorts, is carried across the lair on a conveyor belt to stop behind a red screen. Now he is visible as a silhouette. First, several mechanical arms reach in to strip him of his pajamas and nightcap. These retract and are replaced by showerheads that drench him with steaming hot water; he jumps and grunts at the feel of it on his skin. The showerheads give way to a large heat lamp that dries him in seconds. Now back in his pajamas, he slides out and opens his mouth so that another arm can brush his teeth. His braincap is lowered and set into place on his head; at this point, he has the rest of his villain outfit on and is standing with his back to Townsville. Once the cap is adjusted properly, he turns toward the camera - he is now properly dressed for another day of trying to run Townsville ragged.
"Now to have some breakfast!" Mojo cheered, walking over to a refrigerator.
The refrigerator opens, with Mojo standing at it and looking in. The egg tray has only one occupant, a fact that immediately causes him great consternation.
"One egg left?!" Mojo exclaimed, while this is enough to set him off on a rant. "For a nutritious breakfast, two eggs is the minimum requirement! And I have but one, which is one shy of two! And it is two that I need!" He switches to a low voice. "Curses." Mojo walks across the lair, cape trailing in all its glory. "I must immediately purchase some eggs, for I need to have breakfast. And without the eggs, I cannot have the breakfast that I shall require."
Outside Mojo's lair…
Mojo steps out with the door open, he slams the door shut behind him, and starts down the stairs. It takes him some time to reach the ground. When he gets to the bridge over the moat around the mountain, he stops short and starts to pat himself down frantically. Finally, he realizes what he has forgotten.
"I have forgotten my wallet!" Mojo said, with a low voice. "Curses."
He stomps back up the stairs, goes inside, and slams the door behind himself again. At ground level, Mojo reaches the moat again. Now there are several kids swimming and playing on both sides of the bridge. Again, Mojo stops short - this time, Mojo is furious.
"Hey, you kids! Get out of my moat! It is not made to be played in!" Mojo said, angrily.
The kids regard Mojo silently for a moment, then go right back to what they were doing. Jared is busy listening to music on his iPhone 15 Pro Max.
"This will be the day we've waited for. This will be the day we open up the door." Jared said, singing along to this RWBY song. "I don't wanna hear your absolution. Hope you're ready for a revolution?"
Park…
Mojo walks across the park, threading his way through the happy picnickers.
"I must remember to destroy those kids after my breakfast has been eaten." Mojo said, talking to himself.
A dog and cat chase each other, circling Mojo as he walks along with his head down. After they leave him alone, a Frisbee sails into view and hits him in the head.
"Sorry, dude!" A picnicker said, worried.
Now several kids run around Mojo, as does a father playing 'horsey' with his son. Mojo passes a beefy kid raising a football over his head.
"All right! Touchdown!" A beefy kid said, excitedly.
"Stupid people." Mojo said, to himself.
Townsville…
Mojo stops when he reaches a group of people on the sidewalk. Next to Mojo is a boy licking an ice cream cone loudly and there is a personal stereo as well. Everyone is waiting at a crosswalk. A fat boy crunches away at a snack, chewing with his mouth open, and a black girl with blond-dyed hair snaps her fingers. She is the one with the stereo. Cars roll past in both directions, and the signal displays 'DON'T WALK'. Mojo stands among the group, with all these distractions around him, and looks as if he would gladly trade his surroundings in for any others as he does his best to endure it.
Mojo looks from one person to the next, the boy licking his ice cream, the black girl, with the fat boy behind her, and a woman gossiping with her friend.
"a-So worrier brought her new boyfriend over, and he's a doctor, so I said, 'Doctor, could you look at my hip?' It was hurting." The woman said, as she is looking at the loud chewer.
"Please change." Mojo said, sadly.
The traffic signal pays no mind to Mojo's plea. The boy with the ice cream keeps licking away; the black girl keeps snapping; the fat boy keeps chewing; the woman keeps talking.
"So he said he wouldn't do it, so I said, 'What, you're too schmaltzy to make a house call?'" The woman asked.
"Change." Mojo said, annoyed.
The traffic signal still ignores Mojo's request. It is clear his anger is boiling over in his head, but he attempts to show no sign of being ready to snap any second.
"CHANGE!" Mojo yelled.
Finally, it does so, and Mojo starts walking.
"Accursed people." Mojo said, walking across the street, the others follow.
Townsville Market…
An employee inspects a shelf of goods while humming to himself. Mojo is behind him.
"Excuse me, sir, but can you please direct me to the location of where I may locate some eggs?" Mojo asked, menacingly. "For I would like to purchase them so that they can travel home with me and I can eat them today." He pauses a moment to think. "And maybe tomorrow."
"Aisle three." The employee said, cocking an eyebrow at Mojo.
Mojo looks overhead and he is, in fact, standing in this same aisle. He looks somewhat embarrassed; he glances off to his left to a shelf right next to him. It is filled with cartons of eggs. The employee smiles over his shoulder and returns to his work, and Mojo stalks away after giving him a rather dirty look for not noticing he was already in the aisle where the eggs were before asking him where they could be found.
"Lucky Captain Rabbit King Nuggets? Where are they?" Jared asked, nearby.
The purchase Mojo made is being rung up.
Townsville…
The traffic signal changed to 'WALK'.
Mojo's lair…
Eggs are being cracked into a frying pan, juice being poured, and toast popping up. Mojo is now setting a plate of food on the kitchen table. He walked over to his seat, the spread in front of him; he is getting ready to read the day's newspaper. Unlike earlier events, he is now calm, collected, and relaxed as he settles in to have breakfast.
"Now to catch up on the world's latest events that have happened…" Mojo said, raising the paper. "...that this paper has reported with the words that they wrote."
The front page bears a headline in huge black letters and a color photo of the girls' faces against an exploding background.
"'Powerpuff Girls Save the Day'?!" Mojo exclaimed, reading the headline, enraged.
There is a silhouetted view of Mojo in the lair.
"CURSEEEEEEEES!" Mojo said, roaring. "I swear that today is the day that I will develop a plan so diabolical and evil that I will crush the Powerpuff Girls! But first…" He stands over the table, which is now littered with dirty dishes, and relents. "I must attend to the dishes that I have soiled with the food that I have eaten."
A crash of glass startles him out of his plotting; he gasps, surprised, and peeks around the kitchen doorway. A baseball rests on the floor, not far from the door. Around it shows pieces of glass from a newly broken window.
Outside Mojo's lair…
Mojo throws the door open to yell at whoever is responsible for this affront and damage to his property.
"Hey, you rotten children! How many times do I have to tell you…" Mojo said, looking down the stairs, he cuts himself off suddenly.
The girls are flying straight up the side of the mountain toward Mojo. Bubbles wears a red baseball cap turned backwards, and is chewing something; Buttercup looks very cross.
Mojo's lair…
Mojo ducks in and slams the door, leaning up against it with total panic settling on his face.
"The Powerpuff Girls?! Here?! Now?!" Mojo exclaimed, regaining his usual evil composure and laughs triumphantly. "Oh, how sweet my vengeance will be!" He looked over at the door. "My plan that I have planned will surely crush the puny Powerpuff Girls, as easily as I crush a bug!"
Mojo laughs again, but cuts himself off. Now he looks much as he did when he found out that he had left his wallet behind.
"But wait! With my unforeseen delay in breakfast, I have yet to devise such a plan." Mojo said, pacing. "But rarely will an opportunity be as ripe as this to destroy the girls!" He stopped his pacing. "I must stall them. But how?"
Mojo now has his back to the door again; a loud pounding is heard from the other side. He looks nervously into the peephole and sees the girls on his doorstep. The glass distorts his perspective to make their heads look even bigger than normal.
"Hey, Mojo? I think our ball crashed through your window. Can we have it back?" Blossom asked.
"The ball?" Mojo asked, looking at the ball. "Oh, uh...one moment, please." He talked to himself, holding up the ball. "Yes, yes, the ball! I will hide the ball, and the Powerpuff Girls will have to retrieve it. But they will not find it because I have hidden it. And they will have to stay here until I destroy them! And then there will be no more Powerpuff Girls!"
Mojo chuckles.
Meanwhile, the girls are still on his doorstep, looking as they did when they were first seen.
"Mojo? Are you home?" Blossom asked, knocking on the door.
"Come on, let's go. He's not home." Buttercup said, annoyed.
The door creaks open, showing darkness within, and the girls turn toward it. The front of Bubbles' cap carries 'PP' in black letters. Mojo steps out of the gloom, wearing his usual menacing expression, but this gives way to a welcoming smile.
"Oh, hello, girls. What can I do for you?" Mojo asked, as he starts to laugh madly.
When this subsided, Mojo looked at the girls. Blossom looks uneasy, while Buttercup shows off one of her many scowls. Bubbles, standing between them, chews happily away. A tense moment of silence.
"Uh...yeah. Well, Mojo Jojo, as Jared was getting our favorite cereal from the market, we were playing catch, and Buttercup threw the ball too hard. And I think it broke through your window." Blossom said, frowning.
"Well, it wouldn't have happened if Bubbles could catch." Buttercup said, scoffing.
"Well, I would have caught it if you threw it straight!" Bubbles said, looking at Buttercup.
"What?!"
"That's right, you throw crooked!"
"You better take that back!"
"Hi, I'm Buttercup." Bubbles said, crossing her eyes and throwing an imaginary ball. "Catch!"
"Girls, girls! It is no trouble at all. Please, come in and I will return to you your ball." Mojo said, happily.
The girls walked inside the lair. The four stand in an area appointed with various items of living room furniture: lamp, rug, couch, armchair, and so forth.
"Please wait here until I can locate your ball and give it back to you, so it can be in your possession once more." Mojo said, walking away.
Bubbles, still chewing, starts to look around herself. She and the others are brought to attention when the monkey suddenly leans down to them.
"And do not touch anything!" Mojo said, moving away from the girls. "Now, where did I put that ball?"
Bubbles blows a bubble, which promptly pops - she has been working on a wad of gum. The door slams behind Mojo; on the other side, in another room, he leans against it and laughs evilly.
"How wonderful! They are unaware of the evil that will soon be upon them! Now…" Mojo said, and in front of him is a considerable array of weapons: armed robots, lasers, missiles, bombs, swords, even a few mousetraps. "...what to use? Hmmm…"
Mojo looked at the arsenal as he speaks. He looked at a large raygun - easily four or five stories tall and at least twice as long - with a control panel at its base and a seat for its operator.
Mojo gasps softly, as if an idea has just come to him, "Oh, yes, yes! This might just do the trick!"
"Ooh! What's this?" Bubbles asked, from the outer room.
The sound of her voice causes him to turn in surprise.
Outer room…
Bubbles is reaching toward a vase on a pedestal. Behind her, the eyes of a painting on the wall are slid away and replaced by Mojo's - he is using this for a peephole.
Arsenal…
"Egad! My Ming Dynasty vase!" Mojo yelled, turning away. "The object of the very first crime that I committed!"
Outer room…
Mojo rushes up to stop Bubbles from fooling with the vase.
"DO NOT TOUCH!" Mojo said, with a softer tone. "Uh...it is very valuable."
"Yeah?" Bubbles asked, blowing another bubble, which pops.
"Yeah." Mojo said, chuckling wearily.
All three girls are now in front of the couch, and Mojo turns away and starts walking across the lair again.
"Now do not touch anything." Mojo said, walking away from the girls. "I will return shortly with the object that is not found."
Weapons room…
Mojo slams the door again.
"Accursed, annoying Powerpuffs! Now, where was I?" Mojo asked, looking at the large raygun again. "Ah, yes! The Giganto-Destructo-Powerpuffo Ray! The only ray giant enough to destroy the Powerpuff Girls!" He catches the sound of giggling from the outer room and turns angrily toward it. "What is with the funny laughing?! There shall be no giggling in the lair of Mojo!"
Mojo bursts out of the weapons room.
Outer room…
Mojo finds the girls on the couch, having a good laugh over something. He gasps sharply in embarrassment; the girls are with a photo album, spread open before them.
"My photo album!" Mojo said, worried.
"Oh, Mojo, you were so cute!" Bubbles said, giggling.
The other girls laugh at Bubbles' words, and as she finishes, she holds the album up to Mojo. There are pictures of a baby Mojo sucking his thumb, crying in his high chair with a bowl of mush in front of him, and crawling naked toward the camera. 'Cute' is questionable, but the contrast between then and now is indeed very comical. However, the grown-up Mojo has a very different opinion; he screams and snatches the album away from the girls. Buttercup keeps laughing to herself.
"I must reiterate: No touching of anything!" Mojo said, furious.
"Even this?" Bubbles asked, flying to the vase.
"Especially that!" Mojo yelled.
The door slams again.
Weapons room…
The chair behind Mojo's item of choice rises, carrying him up to the controls.
"Yes, yes. The time has almost come!" Mojo said, adjusting the controls. "Now to set the coordinates!" He is watching a large monitor, with a set of crosshairs centered on the couch. However, the girls are no longer seated on it. "Wait! Where did they go?" (The view on the monitor shifts a few times. "They are nowhere to be found!"
Outer room…
Mojo runs back into the outer room and stops near the armchair.
"Powerpuff Girls?" Mojo asked, softly, before speaking louder. "Oh, Powerpuff Girls?" His voice is still louder. "Where are those accursed girls?!"
Buttercup zips up behind Mojo and shoves him.
"Tag! You're it!" Buttercup yelled.
Mojo is up against a wall and rubbing his head, "Tag?! What kind of foolishness is this?!"
Across the room, each girl pops into view from behind a box for her next line, then ducks away again.
"We're hiding!" Blossom said, excitedly.
"You're seeking!" Buttercup said, angrily.
"Yeah!" Bubbles cheered, blowing and popping another bubble.
"Stop this nonsense immediately!" Mojo said, leaping to the box and picking it up, but the girls are no longer behind it. "But...they were just here in this place where I am looking!"
The sound of the girls' giggling draws his attention to the armchair, which is nearby. The end of Blossom's ponytail and the tips of her shoes give away the girls' hiding place. He picks up the chair, revealing them.
"Ha! I have located you!" Mojo said, and the girls zip away in different directions. "Wait! Stop!"
Mojo stands up and seethes for a moment as he tries to control his building anger at being unable to get them to hold still long enough to blast the girls with his weapon, then has a sudden flash of inspiration on how to lure them back.
"Aha!" Mojo said, softly. "Oh, Powerpuff Girls, I have some candy for you."
On the end of this line, Mojo produces a bag from behind his back. This gets an instant response from the girls; they pop up from behind the couch.
"CANDY!" The girls cheered, flying across the room and are on top of Mojo in a flash, licking suckers happily.
Blossom sits on Mojo's head, Buttercup on his back, Bubbles by his feet. Mojo looks positively disgusted at their inadvertent success in screwing up his plan to eradicate them, but at least he finally got them to stop playing hide-and-seek on him.
The girls are now on the couch. Mojo stands near the girls, his back to them.
"Now stay on this couch until I return with your ball that I have been seeking!" Mojo said, walking away from the girls, his cape sweeping across the room.
Weapons room…
Behind Mojo's cape is the rear end of the oversized raygun. Mojo is once again lifted into view on his perch.
"These disruptions have caused me quite a delay." Mojo said, looking at the monitor. "But Mojo's time of revenge has arrived!"
On the end of this line, the girls fly up on either side and surprise the bejesus out of Mojo.
"HI, MOJO!" The girls said, at the same time.
"Powerpuff Girls! What are you doing here?!" Mojo exclaimed.
"Well, we decided to help you look for our ball." Blossom said, happily.
"Eight eyes are better than two." Buttercup said, smiling.
"Yeah!" Bubbles cheered, blowing another bubble, which pops very close to Mojo's ear.
"Powerpuff Girls, spread, and search!" Blossom yelled.
The girls zip away in different directions.
"NOOOOOOO!" Mojo said, terrified.
Blossom stops at a table loaded with flasks of chemicals. She picks up a rack full of test tubes and checks under it.
"Not here!" Blossom said, darting away, dropping the rack to smash on the table.
Buttercup rips a large piece of machinery loose and looks behind it, "Or here!"
Bubbles jumps into a large aquarium. The fish are a bit taken aback by her presence.
"Or here!" Bubbles said, worried.
Mojo cannot believe the ruckus the girls are causing, "My beakers! My machines! My aquarium! MY LABORATORY!"
Now Blossom tears a hole in the floor, Buttercup melts the ceiling with her eye lasers, and Bubbles dumps the contents of a flask onto the floor. Blossom plows through one of the robots in the weapons room, and Buttercup smashes up through the floor. None of these efforts produce the missing baseball, but they do work Mojo's last good nerve.
"STOOOOOPPPPPP!" Mojo said, angrily.
Incredibly, the girls actually do so; Buttercup has another piece of equipment held above her head.
Outer room…
During the next line, the door opens and Mojo pushes the girls across the floor toward the couch.
"I have just remembered where I put your ball that you have lost." Mojo said, in a rapid fire rate, with the girls flying to the couch to sit on it again. "Now sit on this couch and do not move. I will bring it back to you here where you are sitting on this couch."
Weapons room…
Mojo is back at the controls of the raygun. The chair lifts Mojo into view a third time; Mojo works the keyboard quickly. The crosshairs are centered on the couch again, and all three girls are right where he put them.
"Target locking. Check power level." The computer voice said.
The display changes to show several bar-graph readouts, with the title 'POWER LEVELS'.
"Power levels at optimum efficiency." Mojo said.
The couch pops up on the display again, but now Bubbles is gone.
"Target locked." The computer said.
"Wait! Where is Powerpuff Girl Bubbles?!" Mojo exclaimed.
On the screen, Bubbles is reaching for the vase again, even after being told to stay put because Mojo would return their baseball in a short moment if they did as they were told.
"Destructo Ray will fire in ten seconds." The computer voice said.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Mojo said, running across the room.
Outer room…
Mojo's charge and yell are interspersed with Bubbles reaching closer to the vase and finally knocking it from its pedestal. The computer counts down during this sequence. Between 'six' and 'five', Mojo slides across the floor and catches the vase, then throws an angry look back at Bubbles. Bubbles tries to look innocent; on 'three', she zips back to the couch, where Buttercup glares at her from the other end for disobeying Mojo when he was about to return their ball to them. Mojo runs to the pedestal, his back to the girls, on 'two'. He is still holding the vase, and sounds very fed up with Bubbles and her antics.
"How many times must I tell you not to touch?!" Mojo exclaimed.
"Firing lasers." The computer voice said.
"No…" Mojo said, turning around, softly.
The lights dim, and a laser beam from above scores a direct hit on Mojo. He yells in extreme pain and is left a smoking, blackened mess on the ground in front of the girls. The vase, however, appears to be completely intact. At least until Bubbles blows another bubble; just after it pops, the Ming heirloom crumbles into dust. Mojo's efforts in keeping it safe having finally failed.
"Curses…" Mojo said, weakly, standing up, suddenly angry, and thrusts the ball at the girls. "Here! Here! Here!"
Outside Mojo's lair…
Outside Mojo's front door; all four are on the step.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Mojo said, angrily.
The girls fly away.
"Thank you." Bubbles said, happily.
"Thank you." Buttercup said, smiling.
"Thank you." Blossom said, looking at Mojo.
"Curses. Curses. Curses." Mojo said, softly.
Townsville…
There is the city skyline in the morning.
"Next day, next day, next day…" The narrator said.
Mojo's lair…
The table is again set for breakfast. Mojo is getting ready to read the paper, and again is back to a more casual, relaxed, and pleased mood.
"Now to catch up on the world's latest events that have happened…" Mojo said, and he the paper. "...that this paper has reported with the words that it wrote."
This time, the front-page photo shows Mojo giving the baseball back to three happy girls.
'Mojo Jojo Saves the Day'?" Mojo asked, reading the headline, disbelieving. "...'Returns Powerpuffs' Ball'?"
On the next line, Mojo looked up at the sky.
Outside Mojo's lair…
The narrator pulled the camera back from Mojo's lair.
"CURSEEEEEEEES!" Mojo yelled, his voice drawn out, roaring.
"And so the day is saved…" The narrator said.
The background for the end shot comes up, and a very angry Mojo appears to be by himself.
"...thanks to Mojo Jojo! You saved the day!" The narrator said, excitedly.
"I did not." Mojo said.
"Don't be silly. You gave their ball back."
"I said I didn't!"
"All right, all right, you didn't. Sheesh. Talk about your grumpy monkey."