The Powerpuff Girls: PSHAW!

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Powerpuff School Hijinks And Wackiness

A Powerpuff Girls fanfiction by Andrew J. Talon With contributions from Scriviner, Ryuugi, Fanboyimus Prime and others

DISCLAIMER: This is a non-profit fan based work of prose. The Powerpuff Girls are the property of Cartoon Network. No copyright infringement is intended, please support the official release. The Narrator's Voice is in Italics! Just so you know! And no, I'm not out to steal any princesses. Geez, you can only make so many actor's allusions at a time you know!

This one written by Ultra Sonic 007 and scriviner.

Bubbles fidgeted at Mojo Jojo's stern stare. Despite how long they had been adversaries, the mere fact that he was one of her teachers made him far more intimidating than he had ever been as a supervillain. She resisted the urge to glance at the clock: 3:05 PM, right after classes had let out. She had been asked to remain behind (much to the concern of her sisters, who were waiting right outside the classroom) for a brief conversation about...grades.

"I suppose that you, Bubbles Utonium, are cognizant of why I, Mojo Jojo, have asked, requested, demanded your presence here?"

"Um...because my paper on how life in the home would be improved by getting a kitty was so wonderful?"

"Negative! Although the works you cited were...surprisingly, astonishingly robust, that is not, I repeat, NOT why you are here! Your coursework so far in my class has been substandard, below-average! Dare I say, INADEQUATE!" The green simian resisted the urge to pound his desk for emphasis. "This is unacceptable! For I, Mojo Jojo, categorically and emphatically REFUSE to have one of my arch-" He paused, as if catching himself. "One of my former archenemies, to have such low academic standards! For it reflects poorly on me, that is I, that is Mojo Jojo, whose standards for nemeses are too high, too strict, too exacting for such a horrendous showing!"

Bubbles' eyes glistened, threatening to let loose tears. "I-I-I-I'm trying! But having you as a teacher is still...still...WEIRD!"

"Don't think puppy dog eyes will work on me! I have prepared well for the trials and tribulations of the educational profession! And my boys, that is the Rowdyruffs, have warned and advised me multiple times about how you would attempt to use your feminine and girly wiles to make your teacher, that is Mojo Jojo, home economics instructor, grant favors, such as changing grades! Well I am too smart, too intelligent, and too prepared for such infantile tactics, Jezebel!"

"HEY!"

"However, as my student, that is my ward in the eyes of the educational-industrial complex, your performance reflects on me, Mojo Jojo! And because I value my reputation as a simian of intelligence, as one who is capable of explaining the complex and overly-confusing to the simple and dimwitted, I have come up with a solution to remedy your lackluster performance!"

Bubbles brightened up. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"YES!"

"YAY!"

"Now, upon recollection, upon further review, I remember an incident that was particularly, EXCRUCIATINGLY grating to I, Mojo Jojo! However, it led me to understanding!" He dramatically pointed at the bubbly blonde. "YOU, Bubbles Utonium, are in fact capable of great intelligence and intellectual thought! But your demeanor, that is the manner in which you conduct yourself, the means by which you subconsciously present yourself, are an impediment, a distraction, or, one might even say, a road block." He began pacing, continuing his overly verbose explanation. "During this incident, said demeanor was nonexistent, and your rationality skyrocketed! However, much like a shooting star, it was ephemeral, far too short to make an impact. The case of mistaken identity was also a significant setback."

Bubbles blinked. "Huh?"

"Fortunately, my genius, that is the unmitigated brilliance of the mind of Mojo Jojo, who is me, has developed a way around that issue!" He put on a pair of thick sunglasses, pulling out a silver rod with a blue light on the end. "And best of all, unlike the aforementioned incident, no blunt trauma is necessary to enact this mental and psychological metamorphosis, so I, Mojo Jojo, can not be held liable by Child Protective Services! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now smile."

FLASH!

xxxx

Blossom and Buttercup paced back and forth in front of the door to the classroom, worry and irritation etched respectively onto their faces.

"What could they be talking about?"

"Can't be anything good," murmured Buttercup.

"I mean, I know Bubbles has been struggling in this class-"

"Which is WEIRD!" interrupted the green Powerpuff. Of the three, the blonde Powerpuff had always been the more adept at the workings of home life. "She should be acing this course!"

"I know, don't remind me-"

The sudden laughter of Mojo Jojo caught their attention. The subsequent flash, muted by the classroom door, made their eyes widen.

Then the door opened, revealing Bubbles, bright-eyed as ever.

Blossom tentatively asked, "Uh...Bubbles?"

"Do not fear sisters, that is my siblings! I, Bubble Bubbles, have merely come to a conclusion, that is an understanding, about what path I must endeavor upon to succeed in this course! No more shall I, Bubble Bubbles, fear our instructor, for my rational understanding of the limitations placed upon him by his position has finally outpaced my inherent unease about the idea of having a supervillain for a teacher! Therefore, next week's test, that is an examination to determine my level of comprehension of relevant material, will be simple, trivial, dare I say, a BREEZE for I, BUBBLE BUBBLES! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" She then floated away, humming happily as if she hadn't just descended into madness.

Blossom and Buttercup stared.

Then they remembered.

And they both facepalmed. "Not again."

"That is why I, Bubbles Bubbles, shall ace, no! Demolish! All tests, examinations and graded essays henceforth! My intellect will be unmatched! My grades will be invincible! Or my name is not Bubbles Bubbles, which it only sort of is as a nickname, as my actual legal name is Bubbles Utonium!"

Mac reclined back on the couch and took a sip of his soda. "I... see. How do your sisters feel about this... development?"

Bubbles waved a hand dismissively, "They wish to take it up with Professor Utonium, that is, our father, creator, overlord."

"And does your new epiphany mean anything for us?" He asked carefully.

"Only that my heightened grades and improved academic standing will earn, no FORCE! The Professor to acknowledge my, Bubble Bubbles, genius and no doubt result in a later curfew so that I may spend more time with you, Mac, my Boyfriend and all-around stud muffin!"

He thought about that for a moment, then nodded. "Cool."

TO BE CONTINUED...