FADE IN: EXT-VOLCANO MOUNTAIN OBSERVATORY-NIGHT
NARRATOR: Our story resumes, over five years in the past...
CUT TO: INT-OBSERVATORY
The time machine with both its occupants shimmers into view. Him steps out of it. The observatory looks empty and deserted.
MOJO: Hmmm. The place looks just like it did when I moved into it.
HIM (F.V.): This won't take long at all, Mojo, dear, so (E.V.) don't even THINK about going back without me!
MOJO (horrified): Oh, I wouldn't DREAM of doing such a thing!
HIM (F.V.): Good! See you soon!
Him vanishes.
MOJO (rubbing his hands together): Muahahahaha!!
CUT TO: EXT-UTONIUM SUBURBAN HOME-NIGHT
CUT TO: INT-PROFESSOR UTONIUM'S LABORATORY
PAN ON
Laboratory.
CLOSE UP ON
Utonium, seen from behind, sitting on a swivel chair at a workbench, hunched over an open book, writing in a notebook. He puts down the pen, stretches, and spins around to face the camera.
UTONIUM: Whew. At last, I think I have it figured out. Just the right amounts of sugar, spice and everything nice. No more dealing with stupid bureaucrats who think single men can't be good parents. No more women who think I'm perfect until I open my mouth and spoil everything. I'll show them all! By this time tomorrow, I'll have the perfect little angel I've always wanted! Maybe I'll work on making her a brother, next. But I'd better make sure I get enough sleep, can't be tired and have something go wrong!
He stands up, walks to the stairs leading up to the first floor, and starts up, when he hears a terrible screeching. He turns around, startled.
WHIP TO
A cage on the far side of the lab. Inside, holding the bars, stands a chimpanzee. It is whimpering, with a forlorn look on its face; and it is wearing a diaper.
CAMERA PULLS BACK
To show Utonium and the monkey looking at each other.
UTONIUM: Of course, Jojo, I'll leave the light on for you. Now go to sleep, tomorrow is a very big day for both of us!
The chimp stops whimpering and looks fondly up at Utonium. He smiles back.
UTONIUM: Good night, Jojo.
He exits the lab.
CUT TO: INT-UTONIUM'S BEDROOM
Utonium is asleep. Just like in the previous future, Him materializes and begins his second spell.
HIM (F.V.):
Take these memories into your
dreams
Relive all of their cries and
their screams
Childhood blunders and foolish
mistakes
All of the things that gave
you the shakes
When morning comes it will
all seem a blur
And the Powerpuff Girls (E.V.)WILL
NEVER OCCUR! HAHAHAHAHA!
Him and his laughter fade away.
DISSOLVE INTO MONTAGE
Of the terrible fight between Blossom and Buttercup (Octi-evil), being under spells with the Girls as enemies (Tough Love and Cat Man Do), the destruction of Townsville (Uh Oh Dynamo), the ruined dinner (Supper Villain) and birthday party, the filthy, disgusting Buttercup (Down 'n Dirty), trashing his laboratory (Slumbering with the Enemy), all the other petty squabbles, and last, but not least, finding himself in jail (A Very Special Blossom).
He tosses, turns and groans throughout this walk down bad memory lane.
FADE TO BLACK
CUT TO: EXT-OBSERVATORY-NIGHT
CUT TO: INT-OBSERVATORY
Him has rejoined Mojo Jojo inside the time machine.
HIM (F.V.): See? I told you it wouldn't take long. Now, Mojo, Back to the Powerpuff-less Future!
(To himself, E.V.): The fool still hasn't caught on! Hahahahaha!
MOJO (to himself): The fool still thinks I haven't caught on! Muahahahaha!
CUT TO: EXT-UTONIUM HOME-DAY
CUT TO: INT-LABORATORY
PAN ON
Utonium walking down the stairs and to his workbench, rubbing his eyes along the way.
UTONIUM: Wow, what a nightmare! Where the heck did I dream up those three little devils from, anyway? Cute as the dickens, but destructive? I think I've been working too hard...
He leans over and picks up the notebook from the workbench, looks at it briefly, and drops it like it's burning him.
UTONIUM: PERFECT GIRL FORMULA?!! Why have I been wasting my time on THIS? Gahhh! Kids! Who wants 'em?!
PAN ON
Utonium ripping the pages out and crumpling them, unfolding them, carrying them to another table, where he lights a Bunsen burner and turns the formula into ashes.
WHIP TO
Jojo the chimp, in his cage; his face lights up.
UTONIUM (off-camera): Jojo, let's go for a walk! We've been spending far too much time down here!
CUT TO: SOMEWHERE IN TIME
Him and Mojo are in transit back to the present. Him is looking expectantly at the monkey and looks frustrated.
HIM (F.V.): Mojo, aren't you forgetting something?
MOJO: You mean that by Professor Utonium not creating the Powerpuff Girls, I, Mojo Jojo, am also not created? I am much too intelligent to forget a thing like that!
HIM (F.V.): But...but...
MOJO: But! YOU are forgetting that I will now have been living for the last five years as Jojo, Professor Utonium's pet chimpanzee; which was all I ever wanted until those accursed Girls came along to spoil it!
Mojo begins to fade away, his voice growing faint.
MOJO: And with me AND my time machine no longer existing, YOU can no longer go back to change anything else! Muahahaha....
He is gone completely.
HIM (E.V.) I didn't think of that! Blast it! I WANTED him out of the way, but I could have used this machine! CURSES!
CUT TO: EXT-OBSERVATORY-MORNING
CUT TO: INT-OBSERVATORY
PAN ON
The interior. Mojo never lived here, with the future changed, and the abandoned place is once again being used as an observatory. There is open space around the outside window/walls with telescopes every few feet for public use. The interior is a huge round floor to ceiling structure housing elevators, offices, etc. At this time of day, the premises appear deserted.
The time machine with Him inside materializes in the open space, directly in front of an elevator. With it's journey complete, the time machine fades away. Him looks around, bewildered.
HIM (F.V.): Well, of course, Mojo never DID live here!
Before he can do another thing, a 'DING' sounds, and the elevator door opens. Him whirls around and stares directly into the face of... BUTTERCUP!
Her fist seems headed right for his face. He leaps back and screams. Seeing the red faced-demon suddenly in his face, the overweight janitor wearing the large 'Buttercup' T-shirt yells and moves back into the elevator, nearly falling over his mop bucket.
HIM: AGGGHHH!!
JANITOR: AGGGHHH!!
HIM: AGGGHHH!!
JANITOR: AGGGHHH!!
The door closes and the elevator heads down, with the janitor no doubt deciding to look for work elsewhere.
HIM (F.V.,panicked): Buttercup! How in the world...?
He dashes to one of the telescopes. Through the lens, as it darts about, we see...
On a storefront, a huge poster
showing Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup plush toys. In large letters at
the bottom of the poster are the
words 'Smash Sisters Toys On
Sale Now!'. Across it is a small banner that reads 'Sorry, Sold Out'.
On the marquee of the 'Townsville Twelveplex' theatre, the sign reads 'Smash Hit 'Smash Sisters' All 12 Screens'
HIM: GAHHH!
Several billboards advertise
assorted 'Smash Sisters' items for sale, all showing the Girls in various
action shots. In all, they have
mean-looking, unsmiling faces.
One billboard reads 'Townsville USA-Home of 'The Smash Sisters'
HIM (F.V.): AGGGHHH!!! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!
He waves a claw and vanishes.
CUT TO: INT-HIM'S LAIR-DAY
Him is soaking in the bath, in great distress; holding his toy duck.
HIM (F.V.): Oh, Mr. Quackers, they're everywhere! They're called the Smash Sisters now, but it's STILL THEM! HOW could I have FAILED AGAIN?!
SQUEAK SQUEAK
HIM (F.V.): What? I haven't failed? I just haven't finished with them yet? Tell me more! Tell me more!
SQUEAK SQUEAK
HIM (F.V.): Yeesss! I need to investigate further! I may have to go under cover for this job.
He vanishes once again.
CUT TO: EXT-UTONIUM SUBURBAN HOME-DAY
PAN ON
A nondescript man steps out of a bush next to the house, hurries up to the front door, and rings the bell. He is wearing a large pin that reads 'Census 2000'.
CLOSE UP
On man, from behind, as the door opens and a young woman appears.
WOMAN: May I help you?
MAN (in a familiar, effeminate voice): Good morning, I'm from the census bureau, and it says here that Professor Utoni-
WOMAN (laughs): That's right, you guys only come around every ten years. Professor Utonium hasn't lived here in a long time!
HIM (F.V.): He hasn't? Where does he live now?
WOMAN: You don't know?
WHIP TO
She indicates inside her living room to the two rugrats wearing Smash Sisters PJ's, watching a Smash Sisters cartoon on television.
WHIP TO
WOMAN: He lives in a palace outside of Townsville. With the money he's made of off THEM!
She points toward the TV screen.
HIM (F.V.): The Powerpu- er Smash Sisters? They live with him?
WOMAN: LIVE with him? You aren't from around here, are you? Well, yeah, in a way, I guess they do. They're only the biggest cartoon ever, and he created them. Right here in Townsville! Hey, mister? You don't look so good. You better go home and count sheep instead of people.
She closes the door, and a disguised Him turns to face camera, in shock.
PAN ON
Him, walking back to the bush he appeared from behind.
HIM (F.V.): He DID create them after all, into CARTOONS! I need to know more!
He disappears again in red smoke.
FAST PAN, AERIAL VIEW
Across Townsville, to a white stone mansion, surrounded by huge lawns and all the goodies, including a large pool and tennis courts.
CAMERA MOVES IN
Showing several TV vans parked in the circular driveway, along with a limo. The vans say 'ABC TV' on their sides.
WHIP TO
Rear of mansion.
Seated opposite each other, in two deck chairs, with the pool and manicured shrubs as a backdrop; are two people. They are being filmed by a camera crew. In one chair is Barbara Walters, well-dressed as always; in the other, Professor Utonium. He is decked out in khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt; and is deeply suntanned. A pair of sunglasses hangs from the neck of his shirt. He looks every bit the Hollywood celebrity relaxing at home. Meanwhile, Jojo runs happily around the yard.
A man holding some papers speaks into a headset; he is the DIRECTOR.
DIRECTOR: 20/20 Walters-Utonium Special-Take Three. Professor, if that monkey of yours interrupts one more time, I’m going to insist you cage him.
UTONIUM (angry): He is NOT a monkey! Call Jojo that again and this interview is OVER!
DIRECTOR (sighs): Take Three…Roll!
BARBARA WALTERS: Professor Utonium, in only a few short weeks, 'The Smash Sisters' has become the highest grossing animated feature film of all time. Not to mention the merchandising miracle that all began with a simple daily strip in the Townsville Tribune five years ago. What is it that makes them so appealing?
UTONIUM (instantly calm and relaxed): Well, Barbara, the story of the dream that led me to create them is well known. But what could be more appealing than three adorable little super-powered girls who just happen to be the biggest clutzes on the face of the earth? Add to that the fact they are always fighting over some silly thing or another and you've got the perfect recipe for disaster. They think of themselves as heroes saving the world, but they destroy everything they lay their hands on. At times, I still can't believe it was me who started all this; after all, I'm really a scientist....
SCENE DISSOLVES INTO
A crystal globe, with Him's face reflecting off of it. Him is in his lair, looking into the crystal ball; the toy duck in one hand.
HIM (F.V.): You were right again, Mr.Quackers, I'm not finished with them yet. They might not be the Powerpuff Girls and they can't do anything to stop me from terrorizing the world; but if I have to keep seeing their insufferably cute faces (E.V.) I'LL GO INSANE!
SQUEAK
HIM (F.V.): Yes, Mr. Quackers, one more spell...
CUT TO: EXT-HIGH ABOVE TOWNSVILLE-NIGHT
Him appears high over the city. As he twirls his claw to begin the spell, a large red cloud forms and drops down upon everything below.
HIM (F.V.):
Smash Sisters, Powerpuffs;
whatever their names
You will destroy all the toys
and the games
From innocent babe to the meanest
of crooks
Bring your comics and movies,
CD's and books
Everything tossed to the flames
of the fire
Higher and higher the funeral
pyre
When their ashes are but the
only remains
All traces of them will be
gone from your brains!
Evil laughter echoes.
NARRATOR: Oh, No! Is this the end of our beloved Smash Sisters? And who the heck are the Powerpuff Girls, anyway?
FADE TO BLACK
CUT TO: INT-HIM'S LAIR-MORNING
Him is sitting on the couch, holding the TV remote in one claw. The toy duck is in the other.
HIM (F.V.): Well, let's see what the world looks like today, shall we?
He clicks the set on.
MONTAGE from various morning
news shows. Outside the Townsville Twelveplex, an angry mob tears down
the marquee. On the steps of Townsville Hall, Mayor Mayor issues a proclamation
banning the 'Smash Sisters'. Sara Bellum hands out signs to a long line
of passing citizens; the signs read 'Smash the Sisters', 'Down With Utonium'
and similar slogans; merchants pile 'Smash Sisters' items on the sidewalks
in front of their shops and
people cart it away just as quickly, under huge banners which read 'Free
Kindling'; commentators shout their editorials against the 'Terrible Trio',
'The Post-Modern Prometheuses', and other such witty titles.
Him stops on one of the news channels. The reporter is speaking with live action shown behind him; the action goes full screen with the reporter's voice-over. A large, angry crowd is trying to get past numerous police holding them back. A young woman is standing on the walk in front of the Utonium mansion, behind the police, at a podium with an attached microphone.
REPORTER: This is the scene, live, outside Professor Utonium's mansion. Give 'im one for me, folks! Wait...we're being told a Utonium spokesperson is about to issue a statement...
CLOSE UP ON
SPOKESWOMAN: Professor Utonium has asked me to tell you that he will make a public apology this evening at 8 PM in Townsville Central Park. He also makes this brief statement:
"Bring your 'Smash Sisters' stuff, I'll bring the marshmallows."
CROWD (in unison): YAAAAYYYY!!!
HIM (E.V.): I'VE DONE IT! THOSE LITTLE CREEPS ARE REALLY, TRULY, FINALLY FINISHED THIS TIME!!!
(F.V.): Whew, all those
spells really tired me out! Mr. Quackers, how about a nice bath and then
a good long nap right here on the couch?
SQUEAK!
NARRATOR: Are we finally rid of those disgustingly cute demons of destruction? Find out next time on ‘To Heck and Back’! (laughs evilly)
FADE TO RED
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