The Powerpuff Girls, Season 6

Narrator:
Then at last they were done - whew! - just before dawn. So they sped back to Townsville, to home with a yawn. [Weaving back and forth due to fatigue, they fly in through the bedroom windows. Cut to a pan across the room; they float in, yawning and rubbing their eyes, and head straight for bed] They entered their room, for the wear no less worn, [Buttercup pulls up the blankets, and all three are instantly asleep] And snuggled into bed to await Christmas morn.

[Cut to a point near the ceiling. The Professor bounces into view, accompanied by the creaking of bedsprings]

Professor:
[excitedly, on separate bounces] Girls! Wake up! Wake up! [Pull back; he is jumping on their bed, annoying them] It's Christmas! It's Christmas! [He stops jumping and bends down, laughing] He came! Santa came! [Close-up of them. From offscreen] Come on, come on! Let's go open the presents, come on, let's go, let's go, let's go! [Back to him] I think somebody might have gotten that new atom splitter they've been eyeing! [He moans eagerly, clasps his hands together hard enough to make them quiver and chews his lip in anticipation. Next he starts jumping on the bed again] Come on, come on, come on, come on! [He giggles. Finally he gets a response. On the next three lines, each sits up with her eyes still shut tight]

Bubbles:
Professor, it's too early!

Blossom:
We'll open presents later.

Buttercup:
Go back to bed!

[They lie down again; he sits at the corner of the bed, his head hanging, then shuffles disappointedly out of the room and pulls the door shut. The girls sleep peacefully for a moment before waking up in time with the following lines]

Bubbles:
Wait a minute.

Blossom:
What are we saying?

Buttercup:
Who cares if we're tired?

Powerpuff Girls:
It's Christmas! [Cut to the balcony. The Professor clumps along toward his own room and stops when he gets halfway there. Without warning, the girls streak past, jolting him out of his deep blue funk] Presents!

[He breaks into a huge smile and runs toward the stairs. Cut to just outside the lighted living room window; happy chatter is heard from inside, mixed with the sound of wrapping paper being torn off boxes. Pull back slowly to frame the entire house, with all its windows now illuminated, and stop on Santa at the curb. Fully suited up, he looks toward the family and then tips a wink to the camera. A touch of his nose, and the background for the end shot comes up in a flash]

Narrator:
Now all the nice kids of the world won't get stiffed. They'll look on with pure joy at every wrapped gift. So paper's torn open and ribbon unfurls, 'Cause Christmas was saved...thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!