Chapter One

The city of Townsville... where everyone is getting ready to go on their vacations during the Holidays. Including the Powerpuff Girls.

It was a couple of days before Christmas. At the home of the Powerpuff Girls, Professor Utonium had invited his brother, Eugene and his family and a couple of their friends to spend a week vacation in London.

Eugene had a lovely wife named Tara and two kids, a seven year old daughter named Melissa and a four year old named Marc. His grumpy dad, Richard (who was also the kids' grandfather) was reluctantly invited. Richard had a disappointed dislike toward Professor Utonium since he doesn't have a girlfriend or proper kids to raise. Sometimes, he likes the Powerpuff Girls. Sometimes, he had a grudge against them about not being average little girls (mostly toward Bubbles).

And on Tara's side of the family were three of her teenage nieces, Katie, Tina, and Hannah. They were also invited by Professor Utonium since Tara requested him to do so. Even the girls invited their friends, too. So, it might be an expensive vacation.

Everyone in the household were rushing over the areas to pack their things for a big day tomorrow. Entering in the house was one of Townsville's most evil villains, Mojo Jojo, disguised himself as a police officer (Lucky for him, nobody recognized him yet). He had been traveling from house to house to warn the citizens of Townsville of robbery during the holidays in case if they're going on vacations. He was informed by the citizens that they have secured automanic locks for their houses, and so far, each of the house he passed, he made an evil grin. He had evil plans to wreak havoc in their homes, including the Powerpuff Girls'.

Mojo had tried to get some of the people's attention, but they just simply ignored them as they passed by.

"Miss! Hey, young man!" the monkey said, "Excuse me! When I'm talking to you, you listen to me and only me which you must turn your attention to me! I have some information which you must listen to which I wanted to talk to you about! Hey, girls! I'm talking to you two! Excuse me, sir! Sir! Hey, hey, hey, little boy! Little boy!"

As soon as they were gone for a while, Mojo grunted in frustration, "Curses!"

Professor Utonium was up in his room, packing his clothes and items while chatting with a friend of his on his phone.

"Eugene and his family and friends are here," he told his friend, "Oh, it's so crazy downstairs. It's like we're having a party here."

"Just to let you know, Peter is going to Rome this weekend," a friend said on a phone.

"Rome?" the Professor said, "Oh, that's right. His family are there."

"And we're going there with him," a friend said.

"When are you leaving?" Utonium asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"Did you remember to pack your clothes and a toothbrush?"

One of the Powerpuff Girls called Bubbles flew in the room with a desperate look on her face.

"Professor," she whined, "Buttercup won't let me watch a movie. She said only big cool girls can. Can you do something about it?"

The Professor turned to her and listened. Then, he responded, "Bubbles, sweetie, not right now. I'm on the phone."

"But it's not even rated 'R,'" she continued to whine, "She's just being so mean to me."

"Hold on a second, Robert," Utonium said to his friend on a phone. Then, he turned to his attention to Bubbles and said harshly, "Not now, Bubbles. I'm talking to someone on a phone. We'll talk about it later. Now, out of the room."

Bubbles made a hopeless look on her face and flew out of the room. She went down the hall away from the room and was about to head to her bedroom until she accidently bumped into Tara.

"Oh, Bubbles!" she replied, chuckling.

"Oh, sorry, Tara," Bubbles said.

"It's ok, dear," Tara said, "I just need to find some soap and a couple of hair-ties. Why don't you run along and pack your suitcase?"

As soon as she walked away, Bubbles made a dumbfounded look on her face. She started to go paranoid.

"Pack my suitcase?!"

One of Tara's nieces, Tina came up to Melissa who was drawing on a white piece of paper in the living room.

"Do you know where they keep the body wash, Melissa?" Tina wondered.

"I don't live here," Melissa responded honestly.

Tina complained, walking away from her, "Oh, you got to be kidding me! There's so many people in this house, but there's no body wash!"

Mojo, who was waiting by the front door, asked Tina, "Excuse me, Miss, but do you have your parents with you?"

"No, they're at home in London," Tina answered. Then she turned to Katie who just came out of the kitchen.

"Katie, did you order the pizza yet?"

"No, but Tracey did," Katie answered.

Mojo catches Katie's attention, saying, "Miss. Oh, Miss! Are your parents here with you?"

"No, they lived in London," Katie answered. Then, she walked away.

Mojo crossed his arms and said to himself, "Well... a house full of kids, yet hardly parents. This house could make a good fancy foster home which irritates me and gives me a painful headache."

Up in the Powerpuff Girls' room, Blossom had just finishing packing her clothes and items in her bags and suitcases. Bubbles was watching her and complained, "I don't know what to do, Blossom. I don't know how to pack my own suitcase. I just don't know."

"Bubbles," Blossom said with her eyes rolled in annoyance, "packing your stuff is easy. All you have to do is to find something you need and want to take with you on your trip and put them in a bag."

"But-but..." Bubbles whined again, but she doesn't know what else to say to her.

Blossom picked her bags up and was about to fly out of the room, but she turned back to Bubbles and said, "So, Bubbles, what are you so worried about? The Professor is going to pack your stuff anyways. Sometimes, you can so immature.."

She turned away to fly out of the room, but when she was by the door, she remembered something and turned back to Bubbles.

"Oh, and F.Y.I., you'll have to sleep in a guest room with Marc. Melissa is having back problems since the doctor says she can't sleep on a floor or on a couch for a while. If Marc has something to drink, then you're out of luck. He's going to wet the bed."

Leaving Bubbles confused and shocked, Blossom finally left the room with her bags.

Then, the little twin pony-tailed girl floated into the hall and ranted in a loud tone, "This is stupid! This house has too many people! When I grow up and become an actress, I'm going to live on my own! Ya hear me?! I'M GOING TO LIVE ON MY OWN!"

Then, she noticed Marc and Melissa behind her, staring at her with a blank stare and their jaws down.

She stared at them back, making it into an awkward silence.

Meanwhile, Buttercup was hanging in a backyard with Mitch Mitchelson, a friend of hers from school. They warmed themselves up by a garden shed. Mitch had bought over his new pet snake to show to Buttercup.

"Do snakes eat hamsters?" Mitch said deviously.

"Yeah, they do," Buttercup said, shuffling her training cards, "Hamsters are rodents. And don't even think about feeding Twiggy to that thing."

"Oh, I won't," Mitch said innocently.

Buttercup scoffed and looked over her cards.

Then, a soft voice came out of nowhere.

"Um... Buttercup?"

Buttercup knew it was Bubbles, and she angrily turned to her.

"Can't you just say excuse me, Bubbles?" she ranted at her.

Bubbles ignored her question and asked, "Can you come sleep with me in a guest room? I don't want to sleep with Marc. He'll wet the bed if he has something to drink. And.. I'm scared to sleep alone in a dark.."

Buttercup angrily responded, "Don't bother asking me that question. Because you already know the answer which is obviously no!"

Bubbles glared at her. She was about to say something back at her, but then Buttercup heard something clattering next door to their left. By the look on her face, she suspects something or someone had just came out of the dark shadow.

"Check it out, Mitch," Buttercup said, "It's Old Man Clayton."

Buttercup picked Mitch up and flew up in a tree. Bubbles followed them with curiousity. The three kids watched an old man walking down from his house toward the sidewalk with a shovel and a garage can.

"Who's that?" Mitch wondered.

"Ever heard of a New Jersey Shovel Assassin?" Buttercup asked.

"No," Mitch answered.

"That's the guy," Buttercup told him, "Back in the sixties, he was once a rich lucky guy with all of the money he has in the world. Until his girlfriend dumped him for a much richer guy. Then, he murdered her and her boyfriend with a snow shovel. He stole the guy's cash, and he's been hiding in this neighborhood ever since. And I'm telling you right now. Not only he murdered his girlfriend and her boyfriend, but he also murdered his family and the people in his way somehow."

Bubbles whimpered a bit as she stared at an old man in a black leather coat. The old man placed a garage can beside him and shoveled some of the snow off of the sidewalk. Then, he shoved his shovel in the garbage can and dug out some of the salt, scattered them on the icy sidewalk.

"If he's murdering people, then how come the cops didn't arrest him?" Mitch asked.

"There wasn't enough evidence to prove it," Buttercup answered, "The bodies were never found. But everyone knows that he did it. It's going to be a matter of time before he makes aanother move on who he's going to get next."

Bubbles shakes in fear, listening to Buttercup's story. He looked like a nice guy, but the fact that he may look like a threat makes her feel uneasy.

"Why is he shoveling in front of his house?" Mitch wondered.

"Because he's salting the sidewalks," Buttercup said, "Sure, he looked like a nice guy who volunteered to do so. But see that garbage can full of salt? That's where he keeps his victims' bodies. The salt turned them into mummies, and soon... there'll be a lot more.. and more."

"Whoa..." Mitch said in terror.

Bubbles gulped and continued to shake. She doesn't like the sound of Buttercup's story nor even visualize it.

As soon as the old man stopped shoveling the snow for now, he suddenly noticed the kids up in a tree and stared at them blankly.

Buttercup gasped in horror when she knew he noticed them. "He sees us!" she replied, grabbing Mitch, "Let's get out of here!"

She zoomed away with Mitch out of the tree as Bubbles followed her.

The old man watched them flew away in a blank stare and then resumed salting the sidewalks.