The Powerpuff Girls, Season 6

[Mojo sees the Rowdyruff Boys for the first time since they've been revived]

Mojo Jojo:
The Rowdyruff Boys?! This is not possible! How is it that something that was destroyed can exist again?! I demand an explanation as to how something that was destroyed can exist again!

[The Boys exchange looks.]

Brick:
Duh! Nice hat, dorko!

[The Boys laugh and high five each other.]

Mojo:
How dare you talk to your father that way?!

Rowdyruff Boys:
Father?!

[They laugh even harder, until Him suddenly appears behind the boys]

Him:
[effeminate] Yes, it seems that the boys have a new father now!

Mojo:
What?!

Him:
I brought the boys back, so I am their father now!

Mojo:
Incorrect! The Rowdyruff Boys were my idea, which means I was the original creator! Yes, it was I who originally created them, which means it was I whose creativity led to the origin of the idea which resulted in the creation of them! Therefore, the idea originated before the actual creating began, resulting in total origination of all creativity!

Brick:
[Scratching his head mockingly] Yeah... I didn't get that the first time. Can you repeat that?

[The Boys laugh and high five each other again. Him laughs along with them]

Him:
I'm sorry, Mojo. But your creation was destroyed by the Powerpuff Girls. [demonic] And would probably still be destroyed [effeminate] if I didn't revive them! Besides, seeing how I made them better, they should [demonic] remain mine!

Mojo:
Better?! How can you make Mojo Jojo's design of the Rowdyruff Boys any better?!

[Him laughs]

Him:
[effeminate] By making them immune to the Powerpuff's girly kisses! Now they can't be destroyed by the mere talk of cooties! [demonic] So why don't you run along, chimp-chump?!

[Mojo loses his temper]

Mojo:
Those boys were created to do pure evil, which makes me the more fit father, since I am pure evil!

Him:
[effeminate] Oh, I'm sorry! But nobody does evil [demonic] THE WAY I DO!

Mojo:
That is not so!

Him:
[effeminate] Is so!

Mojo:
Is not so!

Him:
Is so!

Mojo:
Is not!

Him:
Is so!

Mojo:
Is not!

Him:
Is so!

Mojo:
Is not!

Him:
[demonic] Is so!

Mojo:
Is not!

Him:
IS SO!

Mojo:
Very well, then! Since you will not acknowledge that I, Mojo Jojo, the original creator of the Rowdyruff Boys, who were originally created by me, and the more evil father, you leave me no alternative but to prove that I am the more evil father, therefore making me the better parent!

Him:
[effeminate] Fine, then! [demonic] And I will prove that I am the evilest parent!

Mojo:
Very well, then!

Both:
[Him; effeminate] Let the evil begin!

Mojo Jojo:
Behold! The TRCP-800.

Boomer:
You mean "Totally Rad City Pulverizer"?

[Mojo gives him an exasperated look.]

Mojo Jojo:
No, dum-dum.

[Brick hits Boomer.]

Mojo Jojo:
"The Remote-Control Pickle"!

Brick:
You mean "we can blow things up and stuff?

Mojo:
Mmm-hmm.

Brick:
Anything?

Mojo Jojo:
Anything.

[Him prepares to blow up the sun, destroying the Earth in the process]

Him:
[effeminate] Splendidly evil, [demonic] isn't it?

Mojo Jojo:
Evil?! How about STUPID?! Yes, thanks to your foolishness, we will be reduced to nothing! Nothing! Like the amount of intelligence inside your head! Nothing! Like the amount of respect I get after 6 SEASONS ON THIS SHOW!!!

[Him turns the sun back to normal]

Mojo Jojo:
No, you are not the more evil parent! You are the more STUPID parent, which makes you unfit to be the father of these boys!

Him:
[effeminate] Is not so!

Mojo Jojo:
Is so!

Him:
Not so!

Mojo Jojo:
Is so!

Him:
Not so!

Mojo Jojo:
Is so!

Him:
[demonic] Not so!

Rowdyruff Boys:
SHUT UP!!!

Brick:
We don't care which one of you is more eviler, or more stupider, or whateverer! There's only one evil thing we care about, and that's destroying the Powerpuff Girls!

Rowdyruff Boys:
[give a group high five] Yeah!

Brick:
Let's go!

[The boys fly to Townsville. Mojo and Him begin to cry with joy]

Mojo Jojo:
My... that's the evilest thing I can imagine.

Him:
[sniffs; effeminate] All you can do is raise them the best you know how, and hope they turn out right.

Mojo Jojo and Him:
[to each other in unison] I'm so proud of them!

[The two villains put an arm around each other]

Narrator:
And so, with Mojo and Him finally happy together, the day is doomed, thanks to... the Rowdyruff Boys.

Mojo Jojo:
[after kidnapping the Narrator and taking his place] The city of Townsville. A city that, while being a city, is for some inexplicable reason called "Town." And not only is it called a "Town," but also a "Ville," thus making it a city, town, and village, which seems to me to be redundant and repetitive, which can be quite annoying if you ask me, which you have no choice but to do, for now I, Mojo Jojo, am in charge of... the city of Townsville!

Buttercup:
In the stomach or in the face?

Mojo Jojo:
How about a third type of opinion?

Blossom:
Something feels unfinished. What could it be?

[The sound of muffled cries is heard.]

Bubbles:
Girls, look!

[She points to a door and Blossom opens it. She then pulls off a piece of tape from the mouth of someone out of the scene.]

Narrator:
OW! Oh, girls, thank goodness its you! I can finally end this nightmare! So once again the day is saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!

Buttercup:
I knew something was missing!

Bubbles:
[laughing] Yeah!

Blossom:
Goodnight, folks!

[Long pause as the girls simply float on the ending titles screen.]

Buttercup:
[Impatiently] Now what?

Narrator:
Er... could I have a ride home?

PPGs:
Of course!

Buttercup:
Huh! Forget it! I ain't got no special skills! I ain't special!

Blossom:
Aww. Buttercup, you may not have a special power.

Bubbles:
But you're still special.

Buttercup:
But-- [Turns around] But-- but nothin'! I thought I had a special power, but I don't! I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL, BUT I'M NOT!! SO THERE!!

[Buttercup sticks her tongue out at her sisters and curls it; Bubbles and Blossom look shocked]

Bubbles:
What did you just do?!

Buttercup:
What?! Stick my tongue out?! You wanna see that again so you can copy that too?! Well, here!

[She sticks her tongue out again and once again curls it]

Blossom:
You can...

Bubbles:
...Curl your tongue?!

Buttercup:
Yeah, so? What's the big deal? I've always been able to do that. See?

[She once again sticks her tongue out and curls it again]

Bossman:
[Singing] Townsville's goin'down! I'm gonna throw this paper on the ground!

The Mayor:
[Singing] The babies can grow, and the little old folks, can walk real slooo-ho!

Professor Utonium:
[Repeated line, singing] Do the people have to be freedom beef?

The Gnome:
[The only unsung words in the entire episode, falling down to his demise] As I descend to the Earth, and I view the universe above me, I realize that life revolves, evolves, and dissolves, completely around the opposites. Therefore, I conclude that I cannot exist in my Utopian... [Closes his eyes] mind... [Hits the ground]

Buttercup:
Those jerks! It's not like how they say, I'm just doing my job! I'm just...Oh, Who am I kidding? They're right. I'm a mess. I need to change and I don't even know where to start.

Monk:
At the beginning, Grasshopper.

Buttercup:
What the? Who? I'm not a grasshopper!

Bubbles:
Mojo has managed to bring Townsville to a complete standstill by having all of the people speak in the most lengthy of questions and redundant answers! Thus, nothing can be asked or answered without the verbosity of words causing the city to come to a permanent and most painful halt. Furthermore...

Blossom and Buttercup:
Bubbles!

Narrator:
And the Powerpuff Girls are soaking it all up. At the beach!

[A considerable crowd is gathered around them; none pay any attention to the Professor]

Little Girl:
Can you really fly?

Fat Lady:
Have you always been so cool?

Little Boy:
Who are you gonna beat up next?

Professor:
[sits up; two young women look his way] Hey! Any questions for me? [chuckling] You know, I invented the Powerpuff Girls. [The pair give him an irritated glance]

Professor:
Girls, you forgot your sunscreen!

Blossom:
Professor, were kinda in a hurry.

Bubbles:
Yeah, we're cool.

Buttercup:
And, uh, sunscreen is for nerds.

Professor:
[slathering the sunscreen onto himself as the young women laugh at him] Oh, do you girls also wear sunscreen? Did you know that it was invented by a scientist?

[Pause; the women laugh some more]

Woman:
[points at the professor] Nerd!

[They're lying on their bed, still in swimsuits which is causing a sunburn]

Bubbles:
It hurts so bad.

Blossom:
The sunburn or the humiliation?

Bubbles:
Both. [a tear falls; they all groan in pain]

Buttercup:
And the worst part is, there was nothing we could have done to prevent it.

Bubbles:
Maybe we should get the Professor's, uh, help.

Buttercup:
I don't need nobody's help, and I don't need nobody laughing at my sunburn!

Blossom:
[groaning] Buttercup's right. We have to maintain our professional image.

Bubbles:
Well, then, how are we gonna fight crime?

Buttercup:
Yeah. We can barely even move.

Blossom:
I think that we should have faith in the goodness of Townsville's citizens.

Professor:
(after Fuzzy destroys his first experiment tree): Girls, we're here to relax, and that's just what we're going to do after we RIP THE LIMBS OFF THIS IGNORAMOUS!

Narrator:
And with the first poke of the pin, the girls quickly got the point.

Blossom:
[jabs the doll in its rear; in midair, and clutches that part of herself] Yow!

[The Buttercup doll gets the same treatment; the genuine article matches Blossom's response]

Buttercup:
Yowch!

[Now the same things happen to the Bubbles doll and Bubbles herself]

Bubbles:
[singed] Oh! In my tailbone!

Professor:
Yes?

Caterer:
[sniffling] Townsville Quality Discount Catering.

Professor:
Oh, yes. Come in.

[Blossom and Buttercup are wearing party dresses that look very much like their everyday clothing]

Blossom:
Wow! What's all this?

Professor:
It's what we're gonna be serving at tonight's party, girls.

Caterer:
Totally, and on the menu we got, like, non-alcoholic sparkling chilled apple juice, black-eyed peas, baked ham, fried calamari, bacon-bit salad, and for dessert my very own creation: banana cream pie. [gives a double thumbs-up] It's wicked awesome, bro. [laughs; pulls back, holds up a clipboard] Please sign here.

Professor:
[signs his name] Thank you very much.

Professor:
Oh boy, oh boy, oh, boy! I sure do love parties. Don't you, girls?

Buttercup:
[indignant] No, 'cause I have to wear this stupid girly party dress and I look like a dork!

Professor:
Oh, honey, you both look adora... [noticed Bubbles isn't here] Hey, where's Bubbles?

Buttercup:
[very snarky] She's probably upstairs combing her hair, so she'll be the "prettiest girl at the party."

Bubbles:
Oh, Octi! [Zoom in slowly; her tears give way to fury]...I'm going to find whoever did this to you, and they will pay!

Bubbles:
NO! NO ONE LEAVES! [Pull back quickly through the living room; everyone stares dumbfounded at her. The Professor cocks an eyebrow in shock. Back to the door] UNTIL THE PERSON WHO TOOK OCTI FESSES UP! [Cut to a group of four guests as they trade a bewildered look, then back to her. She puts a hand on the light switch] When I count to 5, I'm going to turn off these lights. And when I turn them back on, I WANT MY OCTI BACK!

Blossom:
Bubbles, what are you talking about?

Bubbles:
QUIET! 1, 2, [Her perspective, panning across the group] 3, 4, [Long shot of her] 5. [She flips the switch, and the view snaps to black]

Mojo Jojo:
[over phone] I have your Octi doll. And if you ever want to see him alive again, you'll meet my demands! [Bubbles screams] I want 1,000 gallons of Chemical X, or your precious little Octi...dies.

Professor:
[panicked] What? What do they want?

Bubbles:
He has Octi! [everyone gasps] He wants 1,000 gallons of Chemical X! [a second round of gasps] Or he'll kill him! [a third round of gasps] Please, Professor! Please do what he says!

Professor:
[softly] No. [A fourth round of gasps]

Bubbles:
But why?

Professor:
Because... I killed Octi! [A fifth round of gasps]

Bubbles:
But why? I can understand Buttercup, because she's so mean...

Buttercup:
Hey! [Blossom smiles at her]

Bubbles:
...and Blossom, because she's so bossy.

Blossom:
Hey! [Buttercup smiles at her]

Bubbles:
And Ms. Keane, because she wants me to pay attention.

Ms. Keane:
Hey! Oh, no, that's right.

Bubbles:
And the Mayor because he's a big baby!

Mayor:
I am not a baby! [blows a raspberry]

Bubbles:
[hanging her head] But you. I never thought you would do anything to hurt me. Why didn't you tell me?

Professor:
And, well, that's what happened.

Bubbles:
So...do you have him?

Professor:
[pulling Octi out of his jacket] Of course I have him.

[The Mayor gasps]

Ms. Bellum:
Mayor, we're done gasping.

Bubbles:
[holding tentacle out to Professor] Can you fix him?

Professor:
Of course I can.[he tries] Oh, it doesn't fit!

Bubbles:
That's because you've got the leg in backwards. [she turns it] Now try it. [he succeeds; she smiles and hugs Octi] Yippee! Oh, Octi, I'll never let you out of my sight again, ever!

[Last lines of the series. Everyone, including Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup angrily wait outside the bathroom door for Mojo]

Bubbles:
MOJO! You get out of there right now! You're nothing but a big party pooper!

Mojo Jojo:
[moaning from contaminated banana cream pie he ate] Oh, how did you know?

[The toilet is flushed]

Narrator:
And so once again, the day is saved. Thanks to The Powerpuff Girls and the contaminated cream pie.

Bubbles:
[from offscreen, to "Deck the Halls"] Christmas time is in a few days, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! [As she continues, the camera reaches her taping up the sleigh picture and pulls back] Santa'll give me lots of toys, yay, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!

Buttercup:
Bubbles! I'm trying to concentrate!

Bubbles:
I'm only trying to spread some Christmas cheer. [She floats down as Blossom walks over to them with a small gingerbread house in hand]

Buttercup:
Well, can it. I'm busy.

Blossom:
Doing what?

Buttercup:
Writing my wish list for Santa.

Bubbles:
Are you crazy? You're only giving him two days to prepare - and that's even if he gets it on time!

Buttercup:
Oh, yeah? When did you send yours, smarty-pants?

Bubbles:
December 26.

Buttercup:
Hah, that's after Christmas.

Bubbles:
December 26, last year. [She blows a raspberry]

Buttercup:
Oh, no! What if I don't get my official Red Raider carbine-action two-hundred-shot range-model air rifle?

Princess Morbucks:
[offscreen] Hah! Who would want a stupid old BB gun?

Powerpuff Girls:
[gasp] Princess!

Princess Morbucks:
Besides, you'll shoot your eye out. Since my daddy buys me anything I want, I only have one thing on my list for Santa: to be a Powerpuff Girl!

Blossom:
Don't hold your breath, Princess.

Princess Morbucks:
What?! Why?!

Bubbles:
Because Santa has his own list, and he checks it twice. It says who's naughty and who's nice.

Princess Morbucks:
So?

Bubbles:
Duh, you're naughty.

Princess Morbucks:
[gasps] Nuh-uh!

Blossom:
Yeah-huh.

Princess Morbucks:
Nuh-uh!

Buttercup:
Yeah-huh.

Princess Morbucks:
Nuh-uh!

Bubbles:
Yeah-huh!

Princess Morbucks:
Prove it!

Blossom:
You bought the city and legalized crime.

Buttercup:
You hired Mojo to try and destroy us.

Bubbles:
You gave us a bomb for our birthday!

Buttercup:
You teamed up with three felons and went on a crime spree.

Bubbles:
You tricked our friend Robin into stealing and then you tattled on her!

Blossom:
You're a spoiled brat who's greedy and jealous. And you don't care who you step on to get what you want.

Princess Morbucks:
And your point is?

Princess Morbucks:
Spoiled? Greedy? Bratty? Naughty? [enraged] NAUGHTY?! Driver! Do you know what those rotten old Powerpuffs said to me today? They said I was naughty! Can you believe that?

Driver:
[coughs] Yes.

Princess Morbucks:
Me? Naughty? I'm not naughty, am I?

Driver:
Well, uh, I'll... oops, seems my finger has slipped. [closes the window] Phew, that was close.

[The phone rings]

Princess Morbucks:
[on the phone] WELL?! YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!

Driver:
KKKKKHHHH! You're-you're-you're breaking up! KKKKKHHH-KKKKKKKKHHHHH! I'm going through a-unnel! -Alk-late-

Princess Morbucks:
[bangs on the window and sticks her head out from the limousine] No, we're not! I'm in the car, you twit!

[Later that night, Princess is tucked in her bed]

Princess Morbucks:
Nanny!

Nanny:
Yes, sweetheart?

Princess Morbucks:
Am I naughty?

Nanny:
Time for bed. Lights out. [runs off and the lights go out as the door to the hall slams]

Princess Morbucks:
Wait! I need another pillow! [pause; silence] Fine! I'll just go get it myself! [gets up from her bed to get another pillow and gets crushed by a bunch of coal] Naughty, huh? I'll show you who's naughty! [throws a piece of coal; later suited up in burglary outfit; kicking a piece of coal along herself while walking down the hallway] And all these years, I thought that coal in my stocking came from Daddy's coal mine! [follows coal down a staircase] Who does that blimp think he is, denying me presents?! Well, this time, I am gonna be a Powerpuff Girl! And I'm sure not gonna let some elf with a weight problem stop me! [gets into a cart driven by her driver] Well, I'll show him, and I'll show those Powerpukes who's naughty and who's nice! [gets off the cart and boards her private plane]

Narrator:
She entered her jet, to her man gave a yell, And away Princess went, with a plot, I can tell.

Princess Morbucks:
To the [[w:North Pole]! And step on it! [slams the hatch shut and the plane takes off]

Narrator:
And left no one aware of the web she would weave, not even the girls, preparing for Christmas Eve.

Professor:
Every year, it's the same darn thing. I can make three little kids out of seasoning, but I can't get these lights to work.

Narrator:
And beyond the boundaries of this particular town, More hoping and wishing can be found all around. [A mail truck picks up Christmas letters from across various countries] The whole world's fallen under the Santa Claus spell. And on this eve of all eves, their hearts start to swell. From Paraguay to Paree, from Tucson, to Timbuktu, The world's children are hoping their dreams will come true. But these dreams are about to be foiled...[Princess' plane is in flight] By an evil young girl who's nothing but spoiled.

Princess Morbucks:
Now, if I were a big, fat, bearded oaf, where would I keep a stupid list? [Finds Santa's nice list] "Nice. Agatha Aarons, Arnold Adams..." [mumbles] "Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup"? [more mumbling] "Mitch Mitchelson"? You gotta be kidding me. [more mumbling] "Zachary Zimmerman." Where's my name? [finds a sticky note that bears the word "NAUGHTY" above a single name: hers. She gasps] "Naughty. Princess Morbucks." [She uses a pencil to edit the list and escape]

Narrator:
She spoke not a word; she had finished her work, And took leave of her lie with a satisfied smirk.

Narrator:
Meanwhile, three children we know are heading to bed...[Dissolve to a slow pan across the bed. Buttercup and Blossom are asleep, and Bubbles turns off the lights and sits awake with Octi. Light from the hall shines over her] With thoughts of the morning and what lies ahead. [Silence. Dissolve to an overhead shot of the bed; she closes her eyes after a moment. Another such transition shifts the view to just over the balcony railing, the camera pointing at the bedroom door; turn down to the tree. The lights are back on] The girls drift off to sleep, their hopes at their heights, [The Professor keeps fiddling with the electrical cords] While their dad is downstairs, still working on the lights. [Fade to black. Fade in to a long shot of Morbucks Manor] But there's yet one more little girl filled with anticipation, [Dissolve to a pan along the trophy room, where the fireplace blazes] Not for worldwide rejoicing, but her plot's activation. [Stop on Princess, standing before the fire, and zoom in. She is back in her street clothes. Dissolve to a close-up; she is shoveling in coal from a pile behind her] An evil gleam in her eye, this little redhead is the sole one aware there is something to dread. [Cut to inside the fireplace; Princess looks over the flames and smiles evilly from ear to ear, knowing what is to come thanks to her malicious sabotage of Santa's lists. Now she approaches a window and looks out over the city] She knows that these fools, content in their sleep, Will, because of her, awaken and weep. [Her smile has become a Cheshire Cat grin] For tomorrow, the world is in for a big huge surprise...[Dissolve twice to longer shots of the window and the manor] Not candy and presents, but Christmas' demise!

Bubbles:
WAKE UP! [flying around, trying to rouse them] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! [They do so]

Buttercup:
Yay! Presents! Let's go, baby!

Bubbles:
No!

Blossom:
Whoo-hoo! [They charge out past Bubbles]

Bubbles:
[poking her head out] But wait!

[They pay no heed and go right for the stairs. Cut to the top of the tree, with Blossom flying tight circles around it and descending slowly; turn down to follow her. Buttercup is already eyeing the bare space under it with considerable disgust]

Buttercup:
What the heck? [Blossom reaches her]

Blossom:
Santa hasn't even been here yet! [Bubbles comes partway down]

Bubbles:
Yeah-huh. I heard reindeer on the roof. [The others float up to her]'

Buttercup:
Oh, yeah? Then where are all the presents?

Bubbles:
That's what I've been trying to tell you! THERE ARE NO PRESENTS!

Blossom and Buttercup:
What?!

Bubbles:
[rapidly] Listen, okay, okay. Me and Octi were dancing with pirates in a pond, when a man in a gorilla suit started yelling. So I woke up, and then I heard Santa on the roof. And I tried to wake you up, but I couldn't, 'cause you wouldn't wake up. So I went down the hallway, and the Professor was snoring so I came downstairs to see what Santa left even though I know I'm not supposed to. But there weren't any presents under the tree, just ornaments hanging! Like that cute little shoveling-snowman one, which is really my favorite because it's funny that a snowman would be shoveling snow, when he's made of snow. So then I looked in my stocking, but there wasn't candy. Instead, there was coal! Can you believe it? Coal! In my stocking! Which is just ridiculous, 'cause why would Santa give me coal? So I looked in your stockings, and there was coal there too! So I looked next door, and they didn't have any gifts either! Only coal in their stockings, and all the other kids on the block!--

Blossom:
[To Bubbles, angry] You went through other kids' stockings?!

Bubbles:
No! I saw through the houses. Duh! X-ray vision!

Blossom:
Bubbles, you should know better.

Buttercup:
No wonder you got coal in your stocking.

[They turn away and consider the matter closed, but Bubbles will not let it rest]

Bubbles:
[growled] I already had coal in my stocking before I looked at the other kids' stockings!

Buttercup:
Oh, really? Then why don't me and Blossom have coal in our stockings?

Bubbles:
You do!

[It finally hits them like a two-by-four to the back of the head]

Blossom:
Me? [Bubbles nods sadly]

Buttercup:
You gotta be kidding. [A shake of the head]

Blossom:
Really? [Nod]

Buttercup:
Nuh-uh.

[Bubbles can barely bring herself to meet her sisters' eyes this time. After a moment, she nods again and they gasp, shivering with fright]

Blossom:
Buttercup I can understand, but...me?

Buttercup:
[incensed] Hey!

[Cut to the stockings. Bubbles flies over, plucks down Blossom's, and dumps the coal out. It lands at her sisters' feet; they both gasp at the sight]

Bubbles:
See?

Blossom:
This can't be right.

Buttercup:
Um...yeah!

[Cut to the patio. Bubbles floats into view behind the sliding doors]

Bubbles:
It-it was a mistake. [Back to her inside] He must not have checked his list twice like he's supposed to. [She shrugs]

Blossom:
We better find Santa and set this straight. [as they assemble into a line] Ho...

Bubbles:
...ho...

Buttercup:
...ho!

Powerpuff Girls:
Let's go!

Princess Morbucks:
[offscreen] Hello, Powerpuffs! [Pull back and up to put her toes in the foreground] I've come to deliver you your Christmas present: A fourth and more powerful member of your team!

[Cut to her; she floats down toward them and is in her yellow Powerpuff-style outfit]

Princess Morbucks:
Me! Princess!

Powerpuff Girls:
[They shake themselves clean] What?!

Princess Morbucks:
That's right! You can't deny me any longer! Santa realized that I was the only truly nice kid in the whole world and that you were naughty for not giving me what I want! So, now every kid in the world gets coal! And I get what I've always deserved: To be a Powerpuff Girl!

[She fires lasers from her eyes]

Buttercup:
This is so wrong!

Blossom:
How could Santa believe that Princess is nice?!

Bubbles:
Excuse me? How could Santa believe that I am naughty?

Buttercup:
'Cause you snooped on other people's presents!

Bubbles:
[She gives her a hard sidelong glance of tranquil fury and takes a second or two to get herself under control from potentially ripping her sister to pieces for forgetting what she already told them several times before back in their house] Look. I already told you, I only looked 'cause we didn't have any presents, so I wanted to see if any other kids had any presents.

Blossom:
Enough chatter, girls. We better find Santa and fast.

[They start to take off into the night, but Princess blocks their exit]

Princess Morbucks:
Oh, no, you don't. [Zoom in slowly on her] I knew you conceited little ingrates wouldn't be able to accept the fact that Santa thinks you're naughty. [On the end of this, cut to Blossom and Buttercup trading a suspicious look - they are starting to figure out the scam. Princess Morbucks moves in a bit closer to the girls] But I'm not gonna let you brats ruin my Christmas.

Buttercup:
[moving in on her] Forget it, Princess. We're so gonna tell Santa on you!

Princess Morbucks:
[sweetly, flying away a short distance] Not if I tell on you first. [As she leaves a yellow light trail behind her]

Bubbles:
We didn't do anything.

Princess Morbucks:
Oh, yeah? [pitifully, hamming it up] Oh, Santa Claus, as the only nice child in the whole world, I felt it was my duty to warn you about the three naughty girls who were so angry you gave them coal...[Cut to them, bristling at this; she continues offscreen]...that they're coming to destroy your workshop and ruin Christmas forever. [Back to her; she takes on the sweet tone again] Oh, Santa...[She gives them her biggest and most vicious grin, drops to a rooftop, and bounces off it to head for the city proper, her laughter echoing in the air. Powerpuff girls charge after her]

[Buttercup kicks Princess far away towards her destination]

Buttercup:
I SAID QUIT IT!

Princess Morbucks:
Thanks, Einstein.

Blossom:
[sarcastically] Good job, Buttercup.

Bubbles:
Yeah, nice one.

Buttercup:
Oh, shut up.

Santa:
[angrily] Ho ho ho! [Shift to frame all five] What's with all the crashing and the smashing, and the smashing and the crashing?! Huh?! I'm out delivering coal all night long, and I come home to the Smashing-and-Crashing Gang?!

[Turn down from him to them on the end of this. He is still in view]

Bubbles:
But...

Santa:
Uh-uh! No buts! I ain't listenin' to no buts from some no-good naughty kids! And no no-good little naughty kids are gonna tell me what's what! [During this line, cut back and forth from him to them twice - he points at them - and back to him at the end of it] 'Cause guess what? [Cut to the four; they blink up at him in silent fear, from offscreen] ANSWER ME!!!

[The four cringe at Santa's screaming]

Blossom:
[nervously] Uh... [Pull back behind him]

Santa:
That's right! First time, first time it's ever happened. [walking to his computer] Every last little no-good, good-for-nothin' kid in the stinkin' world was naughty! [On the end of this line, cut to just inside the computer room, putting him o.c. The girls walk in hesitantly. From offscreen, voice breaking] Naughty! Naughty! Naughty little kids the world over! [Princess peeks in; pull back to frame him] Except for one. One nice sweet little girl.

Buttercup:
You're wrong!

Santa:
[angrily] Oh, I am, huh?! [turning to them, holding printout] Well, I's gots the list, baby. [Close-up of it as he slams it to the floor, across from the girls and Princess. From offscreen] Check it!

Princess Morbucks:
[She perches atop the stack and puts her hands on her hips as Santa already has his arms crossed and looking stern] Yeah! Check it! [She kicks it over, sending a cascade of pages unfolding from the accordion stack toward the girls to bury them. They pop out, inspect different sections, and gasp at what they find: Remember, this is the "nice" list that was falsified]

Santa:
Yeah! A million bazillion good-for-nothin's on this list! [holding up Post-It from his monitor] And one little itty bitty, perfect little angel over here.

[Close-up of a beaming Princess on the end of this. She is still in midair, at the point from which she kicked over the list]

Princess Morbucks:
[sticking her tongue out] Nyah! [Back to the girls]

Bubbles:
That's not right! [She flies up to Santa] Maybe you didn't check the list twice! [Pan left; Buttercup flies up behind him]

Buttercup:
Yeah! Princess is the naughtiest kid ever! [Pan right; Blossom joins them]

Blossom:
She must've snuck up here and switched the lists! '[[Princess gets into the act]

Princess Morbucks:
NUH-UH! Santa, don't listen to them! They're just jealous 'cause they got coal. [Powerpuff girls staring at her in angry] They're jealous 'cause I'm nicer, I'm smarter, and I'm prettier, and I'm better than them - so they wouldn't let me be a Powerpuff Girl. [fiercely; he cowers again] That makes them naughty!

Santa:
[smiling] You mean, the Powerpuff Girls? [Cut to her, face going slack as she realizes she just spoke the wrong words and ruined her plan; he walks by beneath her] Not the same Powerpuff Girls who are always helping people and saving the day and being really good? [He stops before the girls] I mean, really good? [Powerpuff Girls nod happily at his appraisal of their work] Yeah, yeah. See, that explains all the flying and floating and stuff.

Princess Morbucks:
AHEM! BUT I SHOULD BE A POWERPUFF GIRL! ME! Not them! Me! MY DADDY SAYS I'M BETTER! MY DADDY SAYS I'M THE BEST! AND IF YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A FATHEADED FATHEAD TO SEE THAT, I'LL TELL MY DADDY! AND HE'LL COME AND BUILD A PARKING LOT OUTTA THIS CHEAP... LITTLE... [She kicks and breaks toys] ARTS AND CRAFTS... POPSICLE STAND OF YOURS! GET IT?! SO YOU BETTER GIVE ME WHATEVER I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, 'CAUSE MY DADDY SAYS I GET WHATEVER I WANT! WHENEVER I WANT IT! AND IF THAT MEANS ALL OF THOSE LOUSY, WORTHLESS, SECOND RATE BARGAIN BASEMENT BRATS OF THE WORLD DON'T GET ANYTHING FOR CHRISTMAS, THEN THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S GONNA HAVE TO BE! 'CAUSE I AM BETTER THAN THEM! AND IT SAYS SO RIGHT HERE! [She grabs a note and puts it up to Santa's face] SO PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT, SANTA CLOD!

[His mouth hangs full open at this display of unbridled avarice, combined with a total lack of emotional control; the girls are similarly dumbstruck. As the seconds tick by, silently and tensely, Princess floats between him and the girls; close-up of her, smirking at them with a confidence born from her belief that she has beaten the system once and for all. Santa gapes up at her, but that smirk never wavers. After nearly fifteen seconds of stillness, his eyebrows lower in determination and he grits his teeth. He has made up his mind at last]

Santa Claus:
LIST SCHMIST! [grabbing Post-It, tearing it up] I DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' LIST TELLIN' ME WHO'S NAUGHTY AND WHO'S NICE! YA KNOW WHY?! 'CAUSE I'M SANTA CLAUS! [throwing down arms] CHECK IT! PRINCESS... [He grabs Princess Morbucks' ear, then hauls her across the office as he continues. She yelps in pain under his words] YOU HAVE GONE AND WORKED OFF MY LAST NERVE! [He releases his grip and leaves her floating in midair. Close-up of her; she cries out a bit more and rubs her ear. Pull back to show him looking up at her with no sympathy whatsoever. Crossing room] I have no other choice. You are so rotten, SO despicable, so naughty, [turning around] I'm putting you on the... [Pull back to show him standing by a large red-framed sheet of bronze on the wall - so tall that its upper portion is out of view. He points his arm up to it] PERMANENT NAUGHTY PLAQUE! [Turn up to the top as he speaks. The word "NAUGHTY" is inscribed in enormous red letters with the letter y on the end of it's shaped devil's tail , with four names below it: Bill McCracken, Ryan Faust, Adolph Schickelgruber, Stephen Fonti. The upper edge of the frame is carved in the shape of a devil's head. Imitating dramatic horns] Bum-bum-BUMMMMMMMM!

[Princess Morbucks gasps in unmitigated fear, knowing that justice is about to be served. Extreme close-up of Santa's lifted index finger and follow it slowly through the air as he brings it to his nose. He touches the tip; a flash of snowflakes, and Princess' name is now cut into the metal as well, signifiying her permanent naughty status for the rest of her life]

Princess Morbucks:
[screaming in horrorified] YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I'M TELLING MY DADDY! [She takes off and smashes an exit for herself through the office wall. Visible only as a bright speck, she makes a beeline for the distant mountains. Santa and the girls move closer to the hole to watch her go. He turns to them, holds up his finger without a word, and touches it to his nose. Cut to the fleeing Princess who, in a flash, suddenly finds herself back in her street clothes. She soars along a few hundred yards more before realizing that she has been stripped of her powers, then loses her forward momentum and drops from sight with a sharp gasp. Screaming, she plummets toward the snowy expanse and plows deep into it. A second later, she slowly emerges from the hole, with snow covering her from head to toe, and forces her eyes open through the covering. Pull back into the office; she cannot be seen from this far away] NO FAIR!

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!

Narrator:
[Title Sequence Narration] Sugar... spice... and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls. But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction...Chemical X!- Thus the Powerpuff Girls were born! Using their ultra-superpowers, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil!