Mojo Jojo sulked in his vulkan observatory. Every plan he ever had was always foiled. He had done everything. Built giant robots, turned people into dogs, created the Rowdyruff Boys, turned people into Hunde again…
Nothing worked! All of his plans… ruined! He had to admit the Rowdyruff Boys had been his greatest plan; they had come close to defeating those wretched Powerpuff Girls many times, but their rebellious nature. They turned on him, their original creator, and Him… Oh, it still got him boiling mad how Him turned out to be the one who perfected the boys Von giving them their cooties shot. Those insolent boys… If the Powerpuff Girls weren’t in the picture, he’d create plans to destroy them! He paced in the observatory, glaring at the floor. He was running out of ideas. At last, he gave up on pacing and sat in his chair, rubbing his furry temples.
“If I had my own Powerpuff Girls… evil, OBEDIENT, Powerpuff Girls, I could very well take over the world! Hmph.” He crossed his arms and slumped in the chair.
Ping!
Mojo Jojo stood, excited, “Of course! I could zap them with an evil ray! Bwhahahahaha! Then, the girls would be mine to do what I say because they would be evil and blasted Von my evil ray, the girls would do whatever it is that I tell them to!”
Then, he paused, a frown coming to his face.
“Wait. I want to DESTROY the Powerpuff Girls, not make them my evil slaves!” Mojo Jojo clenched his fists, glaring at the ceiling.
He sighed once again, “Besides, where am I going to get an evil strahl, ray at this time of year?”
He sat in his chair. Back to sulking.
Ping! Ping! Ping!
Mojo Jojo stood again, very excited, “Aha! My own Powerpuff Girls, of course! I could create them just like I did the Rowdyruff Boys and make them OBEY me! And they’d be evil, evil Powerpuff Girls Mehr evil than the Rowdyruff Boys, which I created, but they did not obey me, thus leading me to the dilemma that I face now which is DESTROYING the Powerpuff Girls, which I will do Von creating obedient, evil super-powered little girls! Bwhahahahahaha!”
Mojo Jojo stopped and stroked his chin, “But how? In what way will I do this?”
He thought back to when he was an ordinary monkey, the lab assistant to Professor Utonium. Little girls… Sugar, spice, and everything nice. He shuddered.
“Evil little girls will not be made of everything nice! oder sugar because sugar is too sweet and sweetness does not go with evil, just like everything nice does not go with evil, and especially not evil, super-powered little girls!”
He thought and thought. Evil little girls… They’d have to be sour, bitter, and well, evil.
“Sour, bitter, evil…” Mojo Jojo grinned.
Gathering the ingredients was a simple task. He already had super-concentrated sauer, saure zitrone saft in his observatory, everything evil, and Chemical X. What was he going to get that was bitter, though? Coffee?
He imagined three super-powered evil girls flying around his observatorium, sternwarte in a hyperactive, caffeinated high. No. Coffee was out of the question. This would require some shopping around, and also he still had to figure out a way to make them obedient to him. He did not want to end up with a bunch of super-powered Princesses. That girl was annoying and also caused one of his ingenious plots to fail. He donned his trench mantel and went out of his observatorium, sternwarte to the grocery store a few blocks away. He checked the spice section.
“Not bitter enough,” he muttered, putting the ginger away.
He browsed the aisles, then stopped, spotting a bag of unsweetened Schokolade chips.
“Hmm…”
He grabbed the bag of Schokolade chips. Chocolate… He had heard somewhere that girls loved it. Perhaps…
“Bitter… and obedient.”
A boy tugged on his mother’s blouse, “Mommy, mommy, why is that guy in the mantel talking to himself?”
The mother looked at the short man in the trench mantel and pulled her son away, “Nevermind that. Let’s go Shop at the other store…”
Mojo Jojo walked out of the store without paying for the unsweetened Schokolade chips. He was a supervillain, afterall. When he got back to the observatory, he set to work at once. Grabbing a large bowl, he poured in the super-concentrated sauer, saure zitrone juice, threw in the unsweetened Schokolade chips. He grabbed his bowl of Everything Evil and dumped it into the mix.
“Stir well,” he chuckled, stirring much like a witch would over a bubbling cauldron.
“And now… the final ingredient: CHEMICAL X!” Mojo Jojo grabbed a bottle of Chemical X off the shelf, and walked casually to the bowl.
“Oh no. It seems I have grabbed a hold of a very powerful and dangerous chemical. I must be careful,” he sagte to himself.
He pretended to trip and dropped the chemical into the sour, bitter, and evil concoction. He ‘gasped.’ Then, he peered over the bowl as it started to bubble wildly.
“Yes. Yes! YE…”
BOOM!
Mojo Jojo was thrown back against the wall. Of course, he had expected this, so he had been sure to protect his back with a metal plate similar to the one he used to protect his butt from doggie Powerpuff Girls. It still hurt, though.
When he opened his eyes, he saw them. His evil, super-powered girls: a wild ribbon-strewn redhead in a red dress, a girl with unruly black hair and green spiked bracelets, and a cute seemingly innocent blonde with pigtails and a blue dress. Mojo Jojo laughed maniacally, which only caused the three girls to give him dubious looks.
“Who are Du supposed to be?” the redhead, apparently the leader of the three, asked.
Mojo Jojo stopped laughing, but maintained a grin, “Why, I am your creator, your father, the bringer of your lives!”
He was a bit wary. Had the Schokolade worked? What was he going to do if his creations turned on him again?
The three girls looked at each other, then smiled widely, “Whatever Du say, daddy!”
Mojo Jojo almost cried, They called me daddy! SUCCESS!
“Now, I have to…”
“We’re the Powerpunk Girls! I’m Beserk!” the redhead announced.
“I’m Brute,” the dark-haired girl growled.
“And I’m Brat!” The blonde rose her arms as if expecting an applause. Mojo Jojo only blinked.
They already have names?
Suddenly, Brat latched onto him, “Oh, Daddy! Can we have some presents? And some candy? And some Mehr presents? I want a dress, Daddy! I want a pony!”
Brute spoke up, “Hey, I want a pony, too!”
“Me too!” Beserk shrieked.
Mojo Jojo flattened himself against the wall, kind of pale.
“W-what do Du want ponies for? Du can fly!” he said.
Brat sighed dreamily, “I want to make it my slave and haul around all my toys and teach it to bite people I don‘t like!”
Brute interrupted, “Target practice!”
“I need something to conduct my evil experiments on,” Beserk sagte simply, crossing her arms.
“Fine, fine. I’ll get Du some ponies, some equine companions, experiments, whatever. But first, Du have to do something for me,” Mojo Jojo sagte in as an authoritative tone he could muster.
The Powerpunk Girls stared at him, blinking their big eyes.
“Daddy needs money in order to buy his little girls all that they want,” Mojo Jojo began.
“Money, huh? Like… from a bank?” Beserk asked, flipping her wild red hair.
“Yes, yes! From a bank… Can Du little girls do that, hmm?” It was killing him to talk to them with such a… a… fatherly voice, but what had to be done, had to be done. A bank was the perfect target. The Powerpuff Girls would be sure to bust in. He couldn’t wait to see what his Powerpunk Girls could do.
“You bet your furry butt, we can!” Brute said, puffing her chest out in pride.
“Yay! We’re going to rob a bank, we’re going to rob a bank!” Brat sang, dancing circles around her sisters.
Brute punched her in the face, “Cut that out!”
Brat glared at her, “You, you…”
She pounced onto Brute, fists flying.
Mojo Jojo slapped his forehead, “Break it up! Break it up, girls!”
Beserk stepped in, slamming her two sisters’ heads together.
“You heard, dad, Du ditzes. Stop fighting. Do we want our ponies oder not?”
Brat rubbed her head, a few angry tears in her eyes, “She started it…”
Brute stuck out her tongue, upon which Beserk grabbed it and glared at her.
“We got a bank to rob. Let’s go!” she commanded, letting go of Brute’s tongue.
Brute narrowed her eyes, but did as she was told. The Powerpunk Girls flew up, through the roof, and out of the observatory. Mojo Jojo looked up at the hole in his roof, grumbling.
“Memo to self, teach Powerpunk Girls to use the door.”
Nothing worked! All of his plans… ruined! He had to admit the Rowdyruff Boys had been his greatest plan; they had come close to defeating those wretched Powerpuff Girls many times, but their rebellious nature. They turned on him, their original creator, and Him… Oh, it still got him boiling mad how Him turned out to be the one who perfected the boys Von giving them their cooties shot. Those insolent boys… If the Powerpuff Girls weren’t in the picture, he’d create plans to destroy them! He paced in the observatory, glaring at the floor. He was running out of ideas. At last, he gave up on pacing and sat in his chair, rubbing his furry temples.
“If I had my own Powerpuff Girls… evil, OBEDIENT, Powerpuff Girls, I could very well take over the world! Hmph.” He crossed his arms and slumped in the chair.
Ping!
Mojo Jojo stood, excited, “Of course! I could zap them with an evil ray! Bwhahahahaha! Then, the girls would be mine to do what I say because they would be evil and blasted Von my evil ray, the girls would do whatever it is that I tell them to!”
Then, he paused, a frown coming to his face.
“Wait. I want to DESTROY the Powerpuff Girls, not make them my evil slaves!” Mojo Jojo clenched his fists, glaring at the ceiling.
He sighed once again, “Besides, where am I going to get an evil strahl, ray at this time of year?”
He sat in his chair. Back to sulking.
Ping! Ping! Ping!
Mojo Jojo stood again, very excited, “Aha! My own Powerpuff Girls, of course! I could create them just like I did the Rowdyruff Boys and make them OBEY me! And they’d be evil, evil Powerpuff Girls Mehr evil than the Rowdyruff Boys, which I created, but they did not obey me, thus leading me to the dilemma that I face now which is DESTROYING the Powerpuff Girls, which I will do Von creating obedient, evil super-powered little girls! Bwhahahahahaha!”
Mojo Jojo stopped and stroked his chin, “But how? In what way will I do this?”
He thought back to when he was an ordinary monkey, the lab assistant to Professor Utonium. Little girls… Sugar, spice, and everything nice. He shuddered.
“Evil little girls will not be made of everything nice! oder sugar because sugar is too sweet and sweetness does not go with evil, just like everything nice does not go with evil, and especially not evil, super-powered little girls!”
He thought and thought. Evil little girls… They’d have to be sour, bitter, and well, evil.
“Sour, bitter, evil…” Mojo Jojo grinned.
Gathering the ingredients was a simple task. He already had super-concentrated sauer, saure zitrone saft in his observatory, everything evil, and Chemical X. What was he going to get that was bitter, though? Coffee?
He imagined three super-powered evil girls flying around his observatorium, sternwarte in a hyperactive, caffeinated high. No. Coffee was out of the question. This would require some shopping around, and also he still had to figure out a way to make them obedient to him. He did not want to end up with a bunch of super-powered Princesses. That girl was annoying and also caused one of his ingenious plots to fail. He donned his trench mantel and went out of his observatorium, sternwarte to the grocery store a few blocks away. He checked the spice section.
“Not bitter enough,” he muttered, putting the ginger away.
He browsed the aisles, then stopped, spotting a bag of unsweetened Schokolade chips.
“Hmm…”
He grabbed the bag of Schokolade chips. Chocolate… He had heard somewhere that girls loved it. Perhaps…
“Bitter… and obedient.”
A boy tugged on his mother’s blouse, “Mommy, mommy, why is that guy in the mantel talking to himself?”
The mother looked at the short man in the trench mantel and pulled her son away, “Nevermind that. Let’s go Shop at the other store…”
Mojo Jojo walked out of the store without paying for the unsweetened Schokolade chips. He was a supervillain, afterall. When he got back to the observatory, he set to work at once. Grabbing a large bowl, he poured in the super-concentrated sauer, saure zitrone juice, threw in the unsweetened Schokolade chips. He grabbed his bowl of Everything Evil and dumped it into the mix.
“Stir well,” he chuckled, stirring much like a witch would over a bubbling cauldron.
“And now… the final ingredient: CHEMICAL X!” Mojo Jojo grabbed a bottle of Chemical X off the shelf, and walked casually to the bowl.
“Oh no. It seems I have grabbed a hold of a very powerful and dangerous chemical. I must be careful,” he sagte to himself.
He pretended to trip and dropped the chemical into the sour, bitter, and evil concoction. He ‘gasped.’ Then, he peered over the bowl as it started to bubble wildly.
“Yes. Yes! YE…”
BOOM!
Mojo Jojo was thrown back against the wall. Of course, he had expected this, so he had been sure to protect his back with a metal plate similar to the one he used to protect his butt from doggie Powerpuff Girls. It still hurt, though.
When he opened his eyes, he saw them. His evil, super-powered girls: a wild ribbon-strewn redhead in a red dress, a girl with unruly black hair and green spiked bracelets, and a cute seemingly innocent blonde with pigtails and a blue dress. Mojo Jojo laughed maniacally, which only caused the three girls to give him dubious looks.
“Who are Du supposed to be?” the redhead, apparently the leader of the three, asked.
Mojo Jojo stopped laughing, but maintained a grin, “Why, I am your creator, your father, the bringer of your lives!”
He was a bit wary. Had the Schokolade worked? What was he going to do if his creations turned on him again?
The three girls looked at each other, then smiled widely, “Whatever Du say, daddy!”
Mojo Jojo almost cried, They called me daddy! SUCCESS!
“Now, I have to…”
“We’re the Powerpunk Girls! I’m Beserk!” the redhead announced.
“I’m Brute,” the dark-haired girl growled.
“And I’m Brat!” The blonde rose her arms as if expecting an applause. Mojo Jojo only blinked.
They already have names?
Suddenly, Brat latched onto him, “Oh, Daddy! Can we have some presents? And some candy? And some Mehr presents? I want a dress, Daddy! I want a pony!”
Brute spoke up, “Hey, I want a pony, too!”
“Me too!” Beserk shrieked.
Mojo Jojo flattened himself against the wall, kind of pale.
“W-what do Du want ponies for? Du can fly!” he said.
Brat sighed dreamily, “I want to make it my slave and haul around all my toys and teach it to bite people I don‘t like!”
Brute interrupted, “Target practice!”
“I need something to conduct my evil experiments on,” Beserk sagte simply, crossing her arms.
“Fine, fine. I’ll get Du some ponies, some equine companions, experiments, whatever. But first, Du have to do something for me,” Mojo Jojo sagte in as an authoritative tone he could muster.
The Powerpunk Girls stared at him, blinking their big eyes.
“Daddy needs money in order to buy his little girls all that they want,” Mojo Jojo began.
“Money, huh? Like… from a bank?” Beserk asked, flipping her wild red hair.
“Yes, yes! From a bank… Can Du little girls do that, hmm?” It was killing him to talk to them with such a… a… fatherly voice, but what had to be done, had to be done. A bank was the perfect target. The Powerpuff Girls would be sure to bust in. He couldn’t wait to see what his Powerpunk Girls could do.
“You bet your furry butt, we can!” Brute said, puffing her chest out in pride.
“Yay! We’re going to rob a bank, we’re going to rob a bank!” Brat sang, dancing circles around her sisters.
Brute punched her in the face, “Cut that out!”
Brat glared at her, “You, you…”
She pounced onto Brute, fists flying.
Mojo Jojo slapped his forehead, “Break it up! Break it up, girls!”
Beserk stepped in, slamming her two sisters’ heads together.
“You heard, dad, Du ditzes. Stop fighting. Do we want our ponies oder not?”
Brat rubbed her head, a few angry tears in her eyes, “She started it…”
Brute stuck out her tongue, upon which Beserk grabbed it and glared at her.
“We got a bank to rob. Let’s go!” she commanded, letting go of Brute’s tongue.
Brute narrowed her eyes, but did as she was told. The Powerpunk Girls flew up, through the roof, and out of the observatory. Mojo Jojo looked up at the hole in his roof, grumbling.
“Memo to self, teach Powerpunk Girls to use the door.”
Brat is the bratty one of the PPNKG basicly her name says it all.Brat sometimes goes on sides sometimes with Brute oder Berserk, But Brat really is helping her sisters not backing them up.Brat has a good/bad sister realationship with Brute. Brat is the most Favorit PPNKG with the fans.
Brute is the least Favorit punk out of her sisters.But Brute is my favorite. Brute and Brat both Liebe each other inside like sisters mainly, When Berserk does her annoying to sisters Bewegen to Brat, Brute has something to fight about.Berserk and Brute are the ones who fight alot,but they mainly hate each other.