Sorry this fic is starting to take some time, but I just have things I've got to do. And you guys have been making some very clever guesses as to what will happen, true they may not be…..read on….Muahaha-*chokes and dies*

"So what did ya bring me here for, ape?" Ace snarled as he sat in the chair across from the notorious monkey. "I'll 'ave ya know I gots important thing ta do, so hurry it up."

            "You, you be quiet!" Mojo thrust his pointed finger at Ace shortly.

            "Look, monkey, I was asked ta come down here, ya know? So don't be treatin' me like I ain't a guest." He said, folding his arms. "So cut to the chase, pal. Why'dja bring me to you're lil' lair thingy here?"

            Mojo snarled and clutched his arms behind his back, looking out his window. "Very well." He held a fist under his chin and cleared his throat. "For many years I have tried to defeat the Powerpuff girls. Day in and day out, the fighting and the beating and the hurting. I have tried everything from laser to robots to monsters to time travel to transmogrification! To no avail. Still, it goes on. Day in and day out. The fighting and the beating and the hurting!" He slammed his fist down into his open palm. "But at last I may have found the weak link in the Powerpuff chain." He peered over his shoulder at Ace, who leaned back in his chair, arms folded and feet rested upon the table with an unamused smirk, sunglasses sliding down as he glared at Mojo Jojo.

            "And?" he pressed.

            "Who is the boy?" Mojo snapped.

            "What?" Ace cracked his neck.

            "You know what it is I speak of!" he shook his fists. "The boy! That is to say, the Powerpuff boy! The boy who resides with the Powerpuff girls!"

            "A'right, I get it!" the gangrene leader shouted. "The kid…" Ace thought for a second, recalling the little boy. "So what about 'im?"

            "Where did he come from?" Mojo stared attentively, urging him on.

            "How the heck should I know?" he pushed his sunglasses back up onto his face.

            Mojo growled. "You know what I am taking about! Resources tell me you have spoken to this boy!"

            "Yeah, so?" he was becoming very irritated by this point.

            "So what did you learn about him?" Mojo practically screamed.

            "Relax, will ya, hairball?" he yawned. "Just some shy kid. Probably don't have no powers at all. A real pushover. But them girls sure is protective a'the squirt." He recalled, touching his face.

            "Hm…interesting…" Mojo mused.

            "That's all ya wanted?" Ace scowled, obviously disappointed in this waste of time.

            "So he doesn't have any power…?" Mojo grinned.

            "Well, I don't wanna jump ta no conclusions here, but it's probably a safe bet."

            The monkey cackled. "Wonderful! Now, if you'll excuse me." He turned away, motioning for Ace to go.

            "That's it?" Ace growled, standing up. "No thank yous, no parting gifts? The nerve a you super villains, ya know?"

            Mojo turned back around and grinned. "Oh, forgive me for being so rude. Allow me to give you an escort!" a sudden blast of light hit Ace with a 'hoomph' and sent him flying out the door.

            "Good work." Said Mojo, pointing to his kitchen. "Now come! We'll make the final preparations for our attack."

            "Ya, boss, whatever you say." Smirked Brick, glancing at his two brothers. "Whatever you say."