Operation: P.O.W.E.R.P.U.F.F. - Chapter Twenty-Five
(Man Called True here. After repeated attempts, I just couldn’t get through the last chapter of Operation: POWERPUFF. And I tried. Oh my God, did I try. So I had to call in a friend to handle it for me…
The following was written, in its entirety, by Blade. Thank you so much, my man.)
[SPORKING]
*the dust-caked room is illuminated once more, the light tswitch flipped this time by a much smaller but no less nerdy-looking man than the Man Called True...*
"Ahem... HELLO, LIVEJOURNAL! ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?!?!?!"
*crickets*
"...Good, because neither is MCT! I'm his compatriot and stand-in for this chapter. I go by many names across the Internet, but for simplicity's sake, you can call me Blade. Which means I get a nametag."
*DING!*
Blade: And now that THAT'S out of the way, you readers (all 2 of you) are probably wondering what's going on and what the delay is. The short answer is that MCT is a huge faggot sissy baby who couldn't live up to his word-
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Blade: *holding an ice pack over his eye* What I MEANT to say is that MCT asked me to do this chapter for him, and I'm always happy to help my pals out (andstealtheirthunderintheprocess). Besides, the 'author' of this story and I have history together, much like he and MCT do. But that's something for another day.
Maybe if he lets me help out with the YGO Jr. stories... Anyway, without further ado, let's take a look at the caboose of this wreck, shall we?
Starting off with an author's note...
And now, the thrilling conclusion to "Operation: P.O.W.E.R.P.U.F.F."
Always good to see the first line of your reading medium of choice is a bold-faced lie, innit?
Chapter Twenty-Five
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The Last Stand
This could be read in several ways, I'm sure.
In his command center, which soon might not be his anymore, Father was reclining on a couch. "Ooh," he said. "I haven't felt this bad since last year's New Year's Eve party…"
Don't ask me why Brian loves horrible jokes so much. I don't get it either.
Rather than pick at everything possible, I'll just give you the quick gist: Father's goon squad is being overwhelmed at the speed of your average Zerg rush, and one of his minions rings him for some sort of help.
"We were caught off guard…" he said. "And then they…"
He was interrupted by Numbah 86's voice shouting, "EAT MUSTARD, ADULT SCUM!"
And then the screen went dark.
You know, I just realized that KND is eerily similar in some regards to the Children of the Corn movies. Call me slow if you want, but scenes like that one just sorta compound it.
Scene-change to the heroes.
In the prison infirmary, a medic was treating Lotus and Snowball.
Numbah 362 came up.
"How's Lotus doing?" she said.
"She'll live," said the medic. "A few days, and she'll be back on her feet."
"Good. And Snowball?"
"Well, her physiology is somewhat strange," he said, "due to the fact that she's a mutant cat, but the day that I can't treat a bad case of the sniffles is the day I turn in my trading cards."
'Somewhat strange?' It's times like this that I can't tell if Brian is trying to dumb down the story so kids can keep up, or if he's just a genuine moron. Animal physiology is what a VETERANARIAN specializes in, not a simple medic, let alone a medic that is probably not even in middle school. But animal physiology that's been altered by random pseudoscientific compounds? For all we know, human antibiotics could kill her, make her high, make her grow three extra eyes and aquire fire breath... It's a total crapshoot!
"Let's hope we can move them to the proper hospital wing soon," said Numbah 362. "In the meantime…"
Waitwaitwait, there's a HOSPITAL here? ...I'm not gonna even delve into that. MCT has ranted on this place having questionable facilities and services before. He's said it better than me, so let's just move on. Numbah 362 gets a call from Numbah 86.
"Chief," said Numbah 86's voice. "Levels one through ninety four are secure, and we're moving up!"
Moving up? You're only six floors away from fighting Bonetail. Why would you wanna leave NOW?
"Good," said Numbah 362. "But don't go any further than level one hundred…
"*Numbah 362* Return Postage is the last Badge I need to complete my collection! So help me, heads will ROLL if I get there and it's gone!"
Numbah 362 says that the heroes are taking an alternate route to the final level of the base... Ten bucks says that the next paragrph opens with an explanation of the Moonbase air vents or sewers and/or a stupid joke pertaining to said air vents and sewers.
Relying on secret plans and codes known only to Numbah 362, Sector V and the Powerpuff Girls made their way to hidden passageways and corridors that had not seen use in ages. The original builders of the Moonbase had built these catacombs for this express purpose - if the Moonbase ever fell into enemy hands. They would take someone to the most vital areas quickly…
Goddamn it now on top of everything else I owe Brian Corvello ten dollars, too!
The heroes are weary of this Indiana Jones knock-off and exposit the fact that the place is, in fact, protected by... something.
"Something tells Numbah Five that getting to the top won't be as easy as it seems," said Numbah Five.
"It isn't," said Numbah One. "These catacombs are protected by a guardian…"
The Ancient ones called it 'the God of Wrath...'
"A guardian?" squeaked Bubbles in fear.
"Yes," said Numbah One. "You see, this place was built as the last stand against an adult invasion, and the original builders placed a… creature here to make certain that no enemy of the Kids Next Door could invade it.
"It will show up soon, and according to legend, it will pose any intruder a challenge that only someone with the soul of a kid can do… and it will tear apart anyone who can't."
So the founders of the KND Moonbase, and possibly the KND itself, made a huge fortress, armed it to the teeth with weapons and secret passageways, and then they put super-secret passageways in the OTHER secret passageways, and then they made a ravenous, flesh-eating-or-at-least-flesh-rending golem in there to make sure nobody that wasn't supposed to get in got in...
...
"You know, FOR KIDS!"
Apologies to Doug Walker. Now that that's out of the way, let's move on.
"Well how can we be sure one of us can do it!" said Numbah Four, in panic.
"According to the legend, if you have the soul of a kid, there isn't a problem doing it," said Numbah One.
You know, everybody who has a soul was a kid once. This doesn't really seem like a challenge to me. Just put yourself back into that mindset where adults should be buried upside-down in mass graves and your brethren can do no wrong no matter how outrageously they fuck up, and you're good to go. It's not that different from being a typical KND adult, honestly. Ironic, ain't it?
After a bit of banter, the creature appears:
Candles lit all around them, and they saw the creature clearly. She had the head of a young girl (complete with a ponytail), but that was where the similarity to a human ended. The rest of her body resembled a lion, with sharp claws, and two large, feathered wings on her back. She was reclining on a long, marble pedestal.
......
Are you serious.
Are. You. FUCKING. SERIOUS?!?!?! A Sphinx?! What fucking kid these days knows what a Sphinx is aside from a big statue with a broken nose in Egypt?! Unless the implication is that the KND have existed since such a time when this sorta thing was common knowledge - you know, along the Nile River in the year 2500 B.C.! I mean of all the things you could put here as a guardian that would require a child's imagination to concoct - a giant teddy bear, a beloved cartoon character incarnate, an amalgamation of every imaginary friend ever made - of all the symbols a child would pick as a guardian, why would you pick one so clearly UNCHILDLIKE???
THAT is the fatal flaw not just of this story, but of everything Brian fucking writes: He tries to have the protagonists be young, when he can't THINK or WRITE with a child's or teenager's mindset! He just CAN'T do it. I've seen him try before and I've seen him try it now. It won't work, Brian. So just STOP. TRYING.
Deep breaths, deep breaths...
OK, the Sphinx presents her challenge:
"Now the challenge is as follows…"
She eyed them.
"You have to stick out your tongue and touch your forehead."
STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM.
This challenge is STOLEN, pretty much word for word, from the animated cartoon series Aladdin. Specifically, the episode where Genie catches a cold. The remedy to his cold was guarded by a creature who posed three challenges: The first of these challenges was to stick out your tongue and touch your forehead. Let's see how much of this he stole, shall we...?
"That's a challenge?" said Buttercup, pouting. "I expected something more dramatic… like fighting a dragon."
"It may not be as dramatic as fighting a dragon," smiled the sphinx, "but rest assured, if you can't do it, you'll be just as DEAD!"
Dialogue exchanged between Aladdin and the remedy's guardian. Stolen.
"So," she said. "Can you stick out your tongue and touch your forehead?"
"Sure," said Buttercup.
She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and lifted her index finger to her forehead.
The very response Aladdin gave after a minute of thought. Stolen.
(MCT Interrupt: Not just that, but canonically, the PPG don’t have fingers. Remember that episode where they got body swapped with Townsville’s adults? Bubbles couldn’t answer the hotline because she was in Utonium’s body, and she didn’t know how to close her fingers around the receiver.)
The sphinx chuckled. "Well, clearly you know how to look at something simple. You passed."
The proposed solution, nonsensical yet sensible, being the correct one. STOLEN.
Anyway, the heroes congratulate Buttercup on her victory (even though character canon would suggest this is the sort of thing BUBBLES would know better than Buttercup...) and wind up in the heart of the Moonbase's command center. A message has been burned into the wall:
"Meet me us if you dare in the executive conference room," it said.
"WE DARE!" said all eight of them at once.
You're talking to a wall, heroes. If this weren't a Corvello fic, my confidence would've just taken a nosedive.
Anyway, the heroes make their way to Father at last. But he's not alone...
Two doorways opened, one to their left and one to their right. To their right stood the Delightful Children, with Mojo Jojo behind them. To their left stood the fiery form of their greatest foe.
Well, now, maybe this fight will be slightly more balanced than I thought...
"Okay, you guys," said Blossom. "There are too ways to do this - the easy way, or the hard way!"
At that, Mojo and the Delightfuls turned tail and ran the way they had entered.
...Well, that was pointless. Why have them there if they're just gonna run away?
"You realize they likely want us to follow them," said Numbah Five.
Or they've finally learned how to cut their losses and run.
The heroes nonetheless split up and the PPG go toe-to-toe with Father while the Kids chase Mojo and the DCFDTL.
The three operatives of Sector V chased their foes down a long hallway that seemed to stretch a long way.
"There is no way out. It will be dark soon... There is no way out."
Also, it seems like two of the KND members got lost during the scene change.
"Numbah One," said Numbah Four. "Where does this corridor lead?"
"I think it leads to Numbah 362's private hanger," said Numbah One.
"Yeah," said Numbah Two. "I hear she has a great ship there - she can be quite the pilot when she needs to be…"
OK, so the female half of the KND are the ones who vanished. Not sure why-
"Yeah," said Numbah Five, "well if those dorks have so much as scratched the paint job on it, Numbah Five is permanently going to mark her footprint in their behinds!"
Never mind, Brian just cannot into math. And apparently Numbah Five of all people is a kissass now. I swear, Corvellofication may be even crueler and more horrible than even DELIGHTFULIZATION.
The KND chase the DCFDTL into the hangar, where evidently Numbah 362 has a REAL fighter jet.
The huge room was occupied by a large fighter plane. Most examples of 2x4 technology looked slipshod and jury rigged, but for Numbah 362's own private fighter (which she had designed herself), care had been taken on every detail, and this vehicle looked shiny and flawless.
...I could point out that this is obscenely dangerous even by KND standards. I could ask where the materials for this craft were acquired from without arousing any suspicion - you don't just FIND a jet engine at the local junkyard, you know. But I won't.
I'm instead just gonna ask... What good is a FIGHTER JET on the MOONBASE? Aerodynamics don't really WORK in the vacuum of space.
Well, whatever it's there for, it's not the current focus. The DCFDTL and Mojo are. And they have a surprise for the KND...
"Then we surrender. As a prize for defeating us, you can either have the splendid fighter plane over there, or you can trade it for what's in this box."
Their hands went to the box.
"Oh!" said Numbah Three, excitedly. "The box, the box!"
Another stolen Simpsons joke! How very thoughtful of them!
No, it's another uninspired robotic contraption to be blown up like the last 50 of them.
Suddenly, a mass of metal flew out of the box, unfolding into a huge form. Quickly, it formed a huge robot with four legs, and a smokestack and dome on top. It had four arms, ending in an axe, buzz saw, jackhammer, and wrecking ball, respectively.
The four arms are all listed together. The word 'respectively' has no place in that sentence.
Also, gotta love this next line:
(Anyone recognize this weapon from "Operation F.O.U.N.T.A.I.N."? Apparently, the Children rebuilt it.)
If this story had a level of immersion greater than a shallow puddle in Death Valley in August, that's a great way to rip the reader out of it.
After a few surprisingly in-character quips between the DCFDTL and Mojo, the KND prepare for battle. Meanwhile, Brian drags us back to the Powerpuff POV to see how things are going against Father.
"Give it up, Father!" shouted Blossom, as they chased him.
They saw that the corridor ahead was blocked by a large, metal pair of double doors.
"Ha!" said Buttercup. "We have him cornered!"
Father erupted into flames, and simply melted through the doors.
"Or, maybe not…" said Bubbles.
I'm pretty sure this 'gag' has popped up before somewhere...
Also, the wording makes it sound less like Father melted the doors away and flew through the opening and more like he just Capri Sun commercialed his way through. Not sure if it's an actual mistake, but it still doesn't really read right...
The doorway has a sign over it:
GROTTO
AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY
'Personnel' is spelled wrong. Could be because little kids made the sign, but I somehow doubt it...
They floated in, and looked around in wonder.
They were in a cavern made seemingly completely out of crystal. A waterfall fed a large lagoon in the center, and lovely music seemed to come from around them. Above them was a glass ceiling, showing the stars outside. It was beautiful.
"What do you think this place is for?" asked Buttercup.
"It's where Numbah 362 comes when she needs to think," said Father's voice.
Again, I ask: What KID thinks this way? If there's a difference between kids' souls and adult ones, as that Sphinx debacle implied, then far more characters in KND than should be allowed definitely have adult souls.
Needless to say, Father couldn't care less for such trivialities (Even though in KND he could be quite charismatic and he CERTAINLY appreciated some of the finer things in life... Corvellofication strikes again!), and the fight scene FINALLY gets underway...
Just in time for a scene-change back to the KND and the bot-in-a-box! Hooray for chapters that flow with the smoothness and grace of an Atari white water rapid!
The bot is, of course, unfazed by conventional weaponry and starts smashing the Hell out of everything.
The machine's wrecking ball swung down, and the Kids Next Door scattered, as it smashed a crater in the floor.
The buzz saw bore down on Numbah Three and prepared to slice her in two…
"You know, FOR KIDS!"
"KUKI!" yelled Numbah Four, as he made a diving tackle, knocking her out of the way.
They fell with him on top of her.
"Ooh, this is embarrassing," he said.
"You know, FOR KIDS!"
Of course, as great as the bot's defenses are, the KND simply dodge all of its attempted attacks, so the fight scene becomes very old, very fast. Unless you speed it up and add 'Yakety Sax,' boredom will set in within the next five or so lines.
So let's skip those. Numbah Two's gaze falls to the deus ex machi- I mean, Numbah 362's fighter jet, and the scene changes back to the Girls VS. The Human Torch's shadow.
"Now Powerpuff Girls," said Father, "time to meet your maker!"
"You leave the Professor out of this!" shouted Bubbles.
(Quick quiz - in what episode was that joke used?)
Another beautiful tectonic fissure in the flow of the story! Brian should look into the field of seismology, really.
The fiery fiend lobbed a volley of fireballs at the tiny titans that burst in a deafening explosion!
Was that supposed to be poetic? Alliteration is hard to pull off without it getting annoying (unless the goal is to BE annoying), and once again, Brian's skills with prose fall flat. In the meantime, the Girls start getting flung around like Super Smash Bros. characters by Father's fire attacks. Blossom tries her Ice Breath attack, and for a moment, it seems to work.
"ICE BREATH!" she shouted.
She blew her freezing breath at the demon, encasing him in a block of ice! He crashed to the ground.
And promptly shattered upon impact. The funeral is on Monday at 5pm. Closed casket.
"Why don't you just give up?" he said, as they lifted themselves off the ground. "I'll be merciful and quick."
"Like we're going to believe that!" said Buttercup.
"Are you calling me a liar?" asked Father.
"Well your pants are certainly on fire," said Bubbles.
I gotta admit, that was kinda witty.
...Must be another stolen line.
Back at the KND fight, Numbah Two runs between the huge bot's legs, evidently having a plan.
Nonetheless, Numbah Two ran towards the machine, and then slid under its legs.
"What?" said Mojo.
"We'll get him later," said the Children.
Why not get him now? Just have the bot's legs give out and crush him. The damn thing's armor is nigh-unbreakable, isn't it? A few splintered floorboards and a fat kid sure aren't gonna break it.
But of course, Brian robs the villains (or at least Mojo) of common sense once again, and the remaining 4 Kids are targeted.
The four weapons, were poised and ready to strike.
"They were looking for death... And it found them."
Of course, the KND scatter again, just as Numbah Two gets the fighter jet to power on:
"Welcome," said a female voice from a speaker. "I am the Kids Next Door S.O.V.E.R.E.I.G.N."
"Oh…" said Numbah Two
(Kids Next Door S.O.V.E.R.E.I.G.N.: Supreme Operative's Vehicle Empowers Rider Enabling Interface Gray-matter Node)
That was a painfully bad one.
"You, um, talk?" said Numbah Two.
"Artificial intelligence, Numbah Two," said the vehicle. "Numbah 362 spared no expense."
The GOVERNMENT doesn't even have this technology yet! How the Hell do KIDS have it?!
...And how does the jet know who Numbah Two is, anyway?!
"I can identify any member of the Kids Next Door in an instant," it said. "And I can also recognize their enemies, and we'd best stop the ones that are threatening your team. Prepare for metal interface…"
Oooooh, plot armor, of course. How silly of me to ask.
Now, ignoring that the jet connects with Numbah Two in an eerily similar manner to how Doctor Octopus' tentacles originally connected to him, Numbah Two finds that he can fly the jet now. But instead of opting to fly it...
"All right!" said Numbah Two, grabbing hold of the armrests. "Time to switch to land mode!"
The plane's wings and tail folded, a set of iron wheels folded out and it was set on the ground, and a series of weapons emerged from its hull.
If the KND survive all of this, they're gonna have to contend with an even greater threat back on Earth: Hasbro's lawyers.
So, of course, the S.O.V.E.R.E.I.G.N. begins to punch holes in the bot-in-a-box as if it were paper, denting its armor with its blast and severing several of its weapons one by one. In the meantime, Numbah One gets an idea, Brian misspells his own fighter jet's name, and the DCFDTL and Mojo, of course, turn on each other while their robot is dismantled.
"Mojo," said the Delightful Children. "This may be a good time to say that we never liked you…"
"Yeah, then why did you bust me out of jail in the first place?" he sneered. "At least THERE I was safe from these brats!"
Because every villain in a Corvello fic has to be dismantled in every way possible when defeated, speaking of which...
"Numbah Two, brace that vehicle!" shouted Numbah One.
"Okay chief!" said Numbah Two.
He hit a winked, and four grappling hooks shot out of the S.O.V.E.R.E.I.N.G.N., embedding themselves in the walls.
I dunno what a 'winked' is as a noun or how you hit it, but whatever it is, it controls the docking bay doors.
Realizing what this meant, the three remaining operatives dropped their weapons and ran. Numbah Three grabbed hold of a pipe; Numbah Four grabbed a railing; and Numbah Five opened a fire hose case and grabbed the hose.
Numbah Five's funeral will be on Monday at 8pm. Also closed casket.
So, with the vacuum of space claiming the enemy robot, Numbah One shuts the bay doors and the KND are safe. But the bot-in-a-box had one last feature...
Several miles outside the Moonbase, Mojo fiddled with the controls. Rocket engines flared, and the bot turned into a small spacecraft.
"Perfect!" said the Delightful Children. "Now let's go back and get Father."
"NO!" said Mojo, angrily. "I'm controlling this ship now, and we're going back to Townsville, where I can forget I ever met you crazy kooks!"
Pot, meet kettle.
A few laser-silenced complaints later, and Mojo and the DCFDTL are gone. But what about Father and the PPG...?
The Girls get the same idea that Numbah One had, busting out of the Grotto and leading Father into space. They intend to use the S.P.L.O.R.C.K. to defeat Father. Who is still chasing them, on fire.
By all rights, Father's powers shouldn't work in space, with no air to fuel fire. But breaking the laws of physics seemed to be relatively easy for him.
Almost as easily as Brian breaks the laws of writing, eh? Seriously, why explain the no-oxygen thing when it's not ever going to come into play? Just to pad the story and/or sound a bit smarter than he is, most likely. But I digress: We're almost done here. Bubbles uses her supersonic voice, Buttercup uses her lightning blasts (Was that a canon power for her on the show? I thought her special move was a tornado...), and Blossom uses...
(MCT Interrupt: In canon, Buttercup has no unique power. Corvello’s love of Sueing canon characters strikes.)
"Wait, Father," said Blossom.
She sighed.
"I guess you've got us…" she said, sadly. "You're too strong."
...A second ago, she said to her sisters to "give Father all they had!" Now she's suddenly surrendering?
This is OBVIOUSLY suspicious, but of course, Corvellofied Father doesn't notice...
She blasted him with her ice breath, encasing him in another block of ice!
The ice started to melt again, but this time they weren't going to give him a chance to break free. He started to drift towards the satellite…
"Heat vision Girls!" she said. "On the S.P.L.O.R.C.K.!"
They focused their heat vision on the huge satellite, and just as it and Father collided, it exploded! The spacescape lit up, and he was gone.
.....What?
So, wait. What just happened? What was that even for? I guess the Ice Breath was to stop Father from counterattacking while they critical mass'd the S.P.L.O.R.C.K., but that certainly WASN'T what I saw coming. And I don't mean that in a good way. Besides, if the S.P.L.O.R.C.K. was really THAT volatile, it should have sent the Girls flying into space as well and...
...Why am I even bothering trying to figure this out? I'm almost done with this filth. Father plummets to Earth like a burnt-out meteor and lands in a desert and the day is finally saved.
The next chapter picks up three days later, where the massive damage to the Moonbase and everyone's injuries are going at a miraculous pace, considering a few hundred kids are doing all the hard labor on what's no less than a CITY-sized base.
On the FOURTH day, though...
And on the fourth day after Father's defeat, a grand celebration was held in the main party hall of the Moonbase. The eleven individuals who had been instrumental to victory - Sector V, the Powerpuff Girls, Lotus, Snowball, and even Numbah 86 - were standing on a podium before the Master of Ceremonies, Numbah 362.
"For saving Global Command from the worst crisis since the attempted Congressional Disciplinary Acts of 1988," she said, "I hereby bestow upon these heroes the greatest award that the Kids Next Door are able to bestow…"
The newest hot toy not due to be in stores until the holiday season? The legendary fourth flavor of ice cream?
"The Amulet of Youth, the symbol of the source of our power. Wear it with pride."
...The greatest honor the KND can bestow is a cereal box prize? Wow, I'm not even a kid and I feel ripped off...
Also, the whole "source of our power" thing is more creepy than charming. Those child-only cult undertones are seeping in, again.
After the award ceremony is said and done, Numbah 362 offers the Girls official KND membership. They're hesitant to accept, but quickly they decide to go with it.
"Calm down guys," said Blossom.
She paused again.
"Is there any doubt?"
"Our enemies have joined forces with yours," said Bubbles. "We don't have much of a choice…"
"There'll be some serious adjusting to do," said Buttercup, "but it has to be done."
"So just give us some recruitment papers… commander," smiled Blossom, "and we'll be ready to serve."
This should be cute, but considering how strong the Girls are and how much adult disdain the KND shows throughout this story, it sounds scarier than it should. Less like the formation of the Justice League and more like Anakin Skywalker being 'recruited' by the Emperor...
Also, Snowball joins too, but who gives a fuck about her.
Aaaand that just about wraps this fanfic up. It ends with Brian's cliched trademark of the heroes clasping hands, followed by an 'A few weeks later...' blurb to let us know that the Girls have been initiated and officially instated in the KND, and they've received a little present...
And eventually, a new Treehouse fortress was erected in the City of Townsville, where four young operatives, all of whom had Chemical X flowing through their veins, awaited the call to duty…
In the event that a tyrannical adult dared show his or her face in their neck of the woods…
May God have mercy on the soul of the next poor chump whose car breaks down in front of the Utonium household.
(MCT Interrupt: And meanwhile, throughout the city, super villains ran wild, knowing that as long as they avoided children, the PPG wouldn’t lift a finger to stop them.)
END TRANSMISSION
Thank you Jesus. Cue the final author's notes... ahem...
I hope you all liked this wild ride of a crossover,
I didn't.
because I sure did.
Well, you're an egotist. No shit you enjoyed your own fic.
I won't rule out the possibility of a sequel, but not for a little while. For now, I'll be concentrating on my Yu-Gi-Oh fic.
This, I EAGERLY await...
But hope for a sequel,
I won't. :)
for while the Powerpuff Girls cartoon has sadly been discontinued, fanfiction fans like us can write about them as much as we please.
As evidenced by the unending rows upon rows of scars running across Craig McCracken's wrists.
Thank you all for your support.
And with that, he signs and leaves his double-digit ff.net fanbase eagerly awaiting his next masterpiece and the rest of the Internet reeling in horror, disgust, and nervous anticipation...
But, hey, to be totally fair, this was (as far as I know) Brian Corvello's first-ever fanfic. The next one will probably be much better.
Right?
...
This has been Blade, standing in for the Man Called True. Thanks for reading my chapter and for supporting MCT throughout the other 2 dozen of them. Hope to see you
again soon, LJ.
Ciao.
~Blade
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The following was written, in its entirety, by Blade. Thank you so much, my man.)
[SPORKING]
*the dust-caked room is illuminated once more, the light tswitch flipped this time by a much smaller but no less nerdy-looking man than the Man Called True...*
"Ahem... HELLO, LIVEJOURNAL! ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?!?!?!"
*crickets*
"...Good, because neither is MCT! I'm his compatriot and stand-in for this chapter. I go by many names across the Internet, but for simplicity's sake, you can call me Blade. Which means I get a nametag."
*DING!*
Blade: And now that THAT'S out of the way, you readers (all 2 of you) are probably wondering what's going on and what the delay is. The short answer is that MCT is a huge faggot sissy baby who couldn't live up to his word-
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Blade: *holding an ice pack over his eye* What I MEANT to say is that MCT asked me to do this chapter for him, and I'm always happy to help my pals out (andstealtheirthunderintheprocess). Besides, the 'author' of this story and I have history together, much like he and MCT do. But that's something for another day.
Maybe if he lets me help out with the YGO Jr. stories... Anyway, without further ado, let's take a look at the caboose of this wreck, shall we?
Starting off with an author's note...
And now, the thrilling conclusion to "Operation: P.O.W.E.R.P.U.F.F."
Always good to see the first line of your reading medium of choice is a bold-faced lie, innit?
Chapter Twenty-Five
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The Last Stand
This could be read in several ways, I'm sure.
In his command center, which soon might not be his anymore, Father was reclining on a couch. "Ooh," he said. "I haven't felt this bad since last year's New Year's Eve party…"
Don't ask me why Brian loves horrible jokes so much. I don't get it either.
Rather than pick at everything possible, I'll just give you the quick gist: Father's goon squad is being overwhelmed at the speed of your average Zerg rush, and one of his minions rings him for some sort of help.
"We were caught off guard…" he said. "And then they…"
He was interrupted by Numbah 86's voice shouting, "EAT MUSTARD, ADULT SCUM!"
And then the screen went dark.
You know, I just realized that KND is eerily similar in some regards to the Children of the Corn movies. Call me slow if you want, but scenes like that one just sorta compound it.
Scene-change to the heroes.
In the prison infirmary, a medic was treating Lotus and Snowball.
Numbah 362 came up.
"How's Lotus doing?" she said.
"She'll live," said the medic. "A few days, and she'll be back on her feet."
"Good. And Snowball?"
"Well, her physiology is somewhat strange," he said, "due to the fact that she's a mutant cat, but the day that I can't treat a bad case of the sniffles is the day I turn in my trading cards."
'Somewhat strange?' It's times like this that I can't tell if Brian is trying to dumb down the story so kids can keep up, or if he's just a genuine moron. Animal physiology is what a VETERANARIAN specializes in, not a simple medic, let alone a medic that is probably not even in middle school. But animal physiology that's been altered by random pseudoscientific compounds? For all we know, human antibiotics could kill her, make her high, make her grow three extra eyes and aquire fire breath... It's a total crapshoot!
"Let's hope we can move them to the proper hospital wing soon," said Numbah 362. "In the meantime…"
Waitwaitwait, there's a HOSPITAL here? ...I'm not gonna even delve into that. MCT has ranted on this place having questionable facilities and services before. He's said it better than me, so let's just move on. Numbah 362 gets a call from Numbah 86.
"Chief," said Numbah 86's voice. "Levels one through ninety four are secure, and we're moving up!"
Moving up? You're only six floors away from fighting Bonetail. Why would you wanna leave NOW?
"Good," said Numbah 362. "But don't go any further than level one hundred…
"*Numbah 362* Return Postage is the last Badge I need to complete my collection! So help me, heads will ROLL if I get there and it's gone!"
Numbah 362 says that the heroes are taking an alternate route to the final level of the base... Ten bucks says that the next paragrph opens with an explanation of the Moonbase air vents or sewers and/or a stupid joke pertaining to said air vents and sewers.
Relying on secret plans and codes known only to Numbah 362, Sector V and the Powerpuff Girls made their way to hidden passageways and corridors that had not seen use in ages. The original builders of the Moonbase had built these catacombs for this express purpose - if the Moonbase ever fell into enemy hands. They would take someone to the most vital areas quickly…
Goddamn it now on top of everything else I owe Brian Corvello ten dollars, too!
The heroes are weary of this Indiana Jones knock-off and exposit the fact that the place is, in fact, protected by... something.
"Something tells Numbah Five that getting to the top won't be as easy as it seems," said Numbah Five.
"It isn't," said Numbah One. "These catacombs are protected by a guardian…"
The Ancient ones called it 'the God of Wrath...'
"A guardian?" squeaked Bubbles in fear.
"Yes," said Numbah One. "You see, this place was built as the last stand against an adult invasion, and the original builders placed a… creature here to make certain that no enemy of the Kids Next Door could invade it.
"It will show up soon, and according to legend, it will pose any intruder a challenge that only someone with the soul of a kid can do… and it will tear apart anyone who can't."
So the founders of the KND Moonbase, and possibly the KND itself, made a huge fortress, armed it to the teeth with weapons and secret passageways, and then they put super-secret passageways in the OTHER secret passageways, and then they made a ravenous, flesh-eating-or-at-least-flesh-rending golem in there to make sure nobody that wasn't supposed to get in got in...
...
"You know, FOR KIDS!"
Apologies to Doug Walker. Now that that's out of the way, let's move on.
"Well how can we be sure one of us can do it!" said Numbah Four, in panic.
"According to the legend, if you have the soul of a kid, there isn't a problem doing it," said Numbah One.
You know, everybody who has a soul was a kid once. This doesn't really seem like a challenge to me. Just put yourself back into that mindset where adults should be buried upside-down in mass graves and your brethren can do no wrong no matter how outrageously they fuck up, and you're good to go. It's not that different from being a typical KND adult, honestly. Ironic, ain't it?
After a bit of banter, the creature appears:
Candles lit all around them, and they saw the creature clearly. She had the head of a young girl (complete with a ponytail), but that was where the similarity to a human ended. The rest of her body resembled a lion, with sharp claws, and two large, feathered wings on her back. She was reclining on a long, marble pedestal.
......
Are you serious.
Are. You. FUCKING. SERIOUS?!?!?! A Sphinx?! What fucking kid these days knows what a Sphinx is aside from a big statue with a broken nose in Egypt?! Unless the implication is that the KND have existed since such a time when this sorta thing was common knowledge - you know, along the Nile River in the year 2500 B.C.! I mean of all the things you could put here as a guardian that would require a child's imagination to concoct - a giant teddy bear, a beloved cartoon character incarnate, an amalgamation of every imaginary friend ever made - of all the symbols a child would pick as a guardian, why would you pick one so clearly UNCHILDLIKE???
THAT is the fatal flaw not just of this story, but of everything Brian fucking writes: He tries to have the protagonists be young, when he can't THINK or WRITE with a child's or teenager's mindset! He just CAN'T do it. I've seen him try before and I've seen him try it now. It won't work, Brian. So just STOP. TRYING.
Deep breaths, deep breaths...
OK, the Sphinx presents her challenge:
"Now the challenge is as follows…"
She eyed them.
"You have to stick out your tongue and touch your forehead."
STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM.
This challenge is STOLEN, pretty much word for word, from the animated cartoon series Aladdin. Specifically, the episode where Genie catches a cold. The remedy to his cold was guarded by a creature who posed three challenges: The first of these challenges was to stick out your tongue and touch your forehead. Let's see how much of this he stole, shall we...?
"That's a challenge?" said Buttercup, pouting. "I expected something more dramatic… like fighting a dragon."
"It may not be as dramatic as fighting a dragon," smiled the sphinx, "but rest assured, if you can't do it, you'll be just as DEAD!"
Dialogue exchanged between Aladdin and the remedy's guardian. Stolen.
"So," she said. "Can you stick out your tongue and touch your forehead?"
"Sure," said Buttercup.
She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and lifted her index finger to her forehead.
The very response Aladdin gave after a minute of thought. Stolen.
(MCT Interrupt: Not just that, but canonically, the PPG don’t have fingers. Remember that episode where they got body swapped with Townsville’s adults? Bubbles couldn’t answer the hotline because she was in Utonium’s body, and she didn’t know how to close her fingers around the receiver.)
The sphinx chuckled. "Well, clearly you know how to look at something simple. You passed."
The proposed solution, nonsensical yet sensible, being the correct one. STOLEN.
Anyway, the heroes congratulate Buttercup on her victory (even though character canon would suggest this is the sort of thing BUBBLES would know better than Buttercup...) and wind up in the heart of the Moonbase's command center. A message has been burned into the wall:
"Meet me us if you dare in the executive conference room," it said.
"WE DARE!" said all eight of them at once.
You're talking to a wall, heroes. If this weren't a Corvello fic, my confidence would've just taken a nosedive.
Anyway, the heroes make their way to Father at last. But he's not alone...
Two doorways opened, one to their left and one to their right. To their right stood the Delightful Children, with Mojo Jojo behind them. To their left stood the fiery form of their greatest foe.
Well, now, maybe this fight will be slightly more balanced than I thought...
"Okay, you guys," said Blossom. "There are too ways to do this - the easy way, or the hard way!"
At that, Mojo and the Delightfuls turned tail and ran the way they had entered.
...Well, that was pointless. Why have them there if they're just gonna run away?
"You realize they likely want us to follow them," said Numbah Five.
Or they've finally learned how to cut their losses and run.
The heroes nonetheless split up and the PPG go toe-to-toe with Father while the Kids chase Mojo and the DCFDTL.
The three operatives of Sector V chased their foes down a long hallway that seemed to stretch a long way.
"There is no way out. It will be dark soon... There is no way out."
Also, it seems like two of the KND members got lost during the scene change.
"Numbah One," said Numbah Four. "Where does this corridor lead?"
"I think it leads to Numbah 362's private hanger," said Numbah One.
"Yeah," said Numbah Two. "I hear she has a great ship there - she can be quite the pilot when she needs to be…"
OK, so the female half of the KND are the ones who vanished. Not sure why-
"Yeah," said Numbah Five, "well if those dorks have so much as scratched the paint job on it, Numbah Five is permanently going to mark her footprint in their behinds!"
Never mind, Brian just cannot into math. And apparently Numbah Five of all people is a kissass now. I swear, Corvellofication may be even crueler and more horrible than even DELIGHTFULIZATION.
The KND chase the DCFDTL into the hangar, where evidently Numbah 362 has a REAL fighter jet.
The huge room was occupied by a large fighter plane. Most examples of 2x4 technology looked slipshod and jury rigged, but for Numbah 362's own private fighter (which she had designed herself), care had been taken on every detail, and this vehicle looked shiny and flawless.
...I could point out that this is obscenely dangerous even by KND standards. I could ask where the materials for this craft were acquired from without arousing any suspicion - you don't just FIND a jet engine at the local junkyard, you know. But I won't.
I'm instead just gonna ask... What good is a FIGHTER JET on the MOONBASE? Aerodynamics don't really WORK in the vacuum of space.
Well, whatever it's there for, it's not the current focus. The DCFDTL and Mojo are. And they have a surprise for the KND...
"Then we surrender. As a prize for defeating us, you can either have the splendid fighter plane over there, or you can trade it for what's in this box."
Their hands went to the box.
"Oh!" said Numbah Three, excitedly. "The box, the box!"
Another stolen Simpsons joke! How very thoughtful of them!
No, it's another uninspired robotic contraption to be blown up like the last 50 of them.
Suddenly, a mass of metal flew out of the box, unfolding into a huge form. Quickly, it formed a huge robot with four legs, and a smokestack and dome on top. It had four arms, ending in an axe, buzz saw, jackhammer, and wrecking ball, respectively.
The four arms are all listed together. The word 'respectively' has no place in that sentence.
Also, gotta love this next line:
(Anyone recognize this weapon from "Operation F.O.U.N.T.A.I.N."? Apparently, the Children rebuilt it.)
If this story had a level of immersion greater than a shallow puddle in Death Valley in August, that's a great way to rip the reader out of it.
After a few surprisingly in-character quips between the DCFDTL and Mojo, the KND prepare for battle. Meanwhile, Brian drags us back to the Powerpuff POV to see how things are going against Father.
"Give it up, Father!" shouted Blossom, as they chased him.
They saw that the corridor ahead was blocked by a large, metal pair of double doors.
"Ha!" said Buttercup. "We have him cornered!"
Father erupted into flames, and simply melted through the doors.
"Or, maybe not…" said Bubbles.
I'm pretty sure this 'gag' has popped up before somewhere...
Also, the wording makes it sound less like Father melted the doors away and flew through the opening and more like he just Capri Sun commercialed his way through. Not sure if it's an actual mistake, but it still doesn't really read right...
The doorway has a sign over it:
GROTTO
AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY
'Personnel' is spelled wrong. Could be because little kids made the sign, but I somehow doubt it...
They floated in, and looked around in wonder.
They were in a cavern made seemingly completely out of crystal. A waterfall fed a large lagoon in the center, and lovely music seemed to come from around them. Above them was a glass ceiling, showing the stars outside. It was beautiful.
"What do you think this place is for?" asked Buttercup.
"It's where Numbah 362 comes when she needs to think," said Father's voice.
Again, I ask: What KID thinks this way? If there's a difference between kids' souls and adult ones, as that Sphinx debacle implied, then far more characters in KND than should be allowed definitely have adult souls.
Needless to say, Father couldn't care less for such trivialities (Even though in KND he could be quite charismatic and he CERTAINLY appreciated some of the finer things in life... Corvellofication strikes again!), and the fight scene FINALLY gets underway...
Just in time for a scene-change back to the KND and the bot-in-a-box! Hooray for chapters that flow with the smoothness and grace of an Atari white water rapid!
The bot is, of course, unfazed by conventional weaponry and starts smashing the Hell out of everything.
The machine's wrecking ball swung down, and the Kids Next Door scattered, as it smashed a crater in the floor.
The buzz saw bore down on Numbah Three and prepared to slice her in two…
"You know, FOR KIDS!"
"KUKI!" yelled Numbah Four, as he made a diving tackle, knocking her out of the way.
They fell with him on top of her.
"Ooh, this is embarrassing," he said.
"You know, FOR KIDS!"
Of course, as great as the bot's defenses are, the KND simply dodge all of its attempted attacks, so the fight scene becomes very old, very fast. Unless you speed it up and add 'Yakety Sax,' boredom will set in within the next five or so lines.
So let's skip those. Numbah Two's gaze falls to the deus ex machi- I mean, Numbah 362's fighter jet, and the scene changes back to the Girls VS. The Human Torch's shadow.
"Now Powerpuff Girls," said Father, "time to meet your maker!"
"You leave the Professor out of this!" shouted Bubbles.
(Quick quiz - in what episode was that joke used?)
Another beautiful tectonic fissure in the flow of the story! Brian should look into the field of seismology, really.
The fiery fiend lobbed a volley of fireballs at the tiny titans that burst in a deafening explosion!
Was that supposed to be poetic? Alliteration is hard to pull off without it getting annoying (unless the goal is to BE annoying), and once again, Brian's skills with prose fall flat. In the meantime, the Girls start getting flung around like Super Smash Bros. characters by Father's fire attacks. Blossom tries her Ice Breath attack, and for a moment, it seems to work.
"ICE BREATH!" she shouted.
She blew her freezing breath at the demon, encasing him in a block of ice! He crashed to the ground.
And promptly shattered upon impact. The funeral is on Monday at 5pm. Closed casket.
"Why don't you just give up?" he said, as they lifted themselves off the ground. "I'll be merciful and quick."
"Like we're going to believe that!" said Buttercup.
"Are you calling me a liar?" asked Father.
"Well your pants are certainly on fire," said Bubbles.
I gotta admit, that was kinda witty.
...Must be another stolen line.
Back at the KND fight, Numbah Two runs between the huge bot's legs, evidently having a plan.
Nonetheless, Numbah Two ran towards the machine, and then slid under its legs.
"What?" said Mojo.
"We'll get him later," said the Children.
Why not get him now? Just have the bot's legs give out and crush him. The damn thing's armor is nigh-unbreakable, isn't it? A few splintered floorboards and a fat kid sure aren't gonna break it.
But of course, Brian robs the villains (or at least Mojo) of common sense once again, and the remaining 4 Kids are targeted.
The four weapons, were poised and ready to strike.
"They were looking for death... And it found them."
Of course, the KND scatter again, just as Numbah Two gets the fighter jet to power on:
"Welcome," said a female voice from a speaker. "I am the Kids Next Door S.O.V.E.R.E.I.G.N."
"Oh…" said Numbah Two
(Kids Next Door S.O.V.E.R.E.I.G.N.: Supreme Operative's Vehicle Empowers Rider Enabling Interface Gray-matter Node)
That was a painfully bad one.
"You, um, talk?" said Numbah Two.
"Artificial intelligence, Numbah Two," said the vehicle. "Numbah 362 spared no expense."
The GOVERNMENT doesn't even have this technology yet! How the Hell do KIDS have it?!
...And how does the jet know who Numbah Two is, anyway?!
"I can identify any member of the Kids Next Door in an instant," it said. "And I can also recognize their enemies, and we'd best stop the ones that are threatening your team. Prepare for metal interface…"
Oooooh, plot armor, of course. How silly of me to ask.
Now, ignoring that the jet connects with Numbah Two in an eerily similar manner to how Doctor Octopus' tentacles originally connected to him, Numbah Two finds that he can fly the jet now. But instead of opting to fly it...
"All right!" said Numbah Two, grabbing hold of the armrests. "Time to switch to land mode!"
The plane's wings and tail folded, a set of iron wheels folded out and it was set on the ground, and a series of weapons emerged from its hull.
If the KND survive all of this, they're gonna have to contend with an even greater threat back on Earth: Hasbro's lawyers.
So, of course, the S.O.V.E.R.E.I.G.N. begins to punch holes in the bot-in-a-box as if it were paper, denting its armor with its blast and severing several of its weapons one by one. In the meantime, Numbah One gets an idea, Brian misspells his own fighter jet's name, and the DCFDTL and Mojo, of course, turn on each other while their robot is dismantled.
"Mojo," said the Delightful Children. "This may be a good time to say that we never liked you…"
"Yeah, then why did you bust me out of jail in the first place?" he sneered. "At least THERE I was safe from these brats!"
Because every villain in a Corvello fic has to be dismantled in every way possible when defeated, speaking of which...
"Numbah Two, brace that vehicle!" shouted Numbah One.
"Okay chief!" said Numbah Two.
He hit a winked, and four grappling hooks shot out of the S.O.V.E.R.E.I.N.G.N., embedding themselves in the walls.
I dunno what a 'winked' is as a noun or how you hit it, but whatever it is, it controls the docking bay doors.
Realizing what this meant, the three remaining operatives dropped their weapons and ran. Numbah Three grabbed hold of a pipe; Numbah Four grabbed a railing; and Numbah Five opened a fire hose case and grabbed the hose.
Numbah Five's funeral will be on Monday at 8pm. Also closed casket.
So, with the vacuum of space claiming the enemy robot, Numbah One shuts the bay doors and the KND are safe. But the bot-in-a-box had one last feature...
Several miles outside the Moonbase, Mojo fiddled with the controls. Rocket engines flared, and the bot turned into a small spacecraft.
"Perfect!" said the Delightful Children. "Now let's go back and get Father."
"NO!" said Mojo, angrily. "I'm controlling this ship now, and we're going back to Townsville, where I can forget I ever met you crazy kooks!"
Pot, meet kettle.
A few laser-silenced complaints later, and Mojo and the DCFDTL are gone. But what about Father and the PPG...?
The Girls get the same idea that Numbah One had, busting out of the Grotto and leading Father into space. They intend to use the S.P.L.O.R.C.K. to defeat Father. Who is still chasing them, on fire.
By all rights, Father's powers shouldn't work in space, with no air to fuel fire. But breaking the laws of physics seemed to be relatively easy for him.
Almost as easily as Brian breaks the laws of writing, eh? Seriously, why explain the no-oxygen thing when it's not ever going to come into play? Just to pad the story and/or sound a bit smarter than he is, most likely. But I digress: We're almost done here. Bubbles uses her supersonic voice, Buttercup uses her lightning blasts (Was that a canon power for her on the show? I thought her special move was a tornado...), and Blossom uses...
(MCT Interrupt: In canon, Buttercup has no unique power. Corvello’s love of Sueing canon characters strikes.)
"Wait, Father," said Blossom.
She sighed.
"I guess you've got us…" she said, sadly. "You're too strong."
...A second ago, she said to her sisters to "give Father all they had!" Now she's suddenly surrendering?
This is OBVIOUSLY suspicious, but of course, Corvellofied Father doesn't notice...
She blasted him with her ice breath, encasing him in another block of ice!
The ice started to melt again, but this time they weren't going to give him a chance to break free. He started to drift towards the satellite…
"Heat vision Girls!" she said. "On the S.P.L.O.R.C.K.!"
They focused their heat vision on the huge satellite, and just as it and Father collided, it exploded! The spacescape lit up, and he was gone.
.....What?
So, wait. What just happened? What was that even for? I guess the Ice Breath was to stop Father from counterattacking while they critical mass'd the S.P.L.O.R.C.K., but that certainly WASN'T what I saw coming. And I don't mean that in a good way. Besides, if the S.P.L.O.R.C.K. was really THAT volatile, it should have sent the Girls flying into space as well and...
...Why am I even bothering trying to figure this out? I'm almost done with this filth. Father plummets to Earth like a burnt-out meteor and lands in a desert and the day is finally saved.
The next chapter picks up three days later, where the massive damage to the Moonbase and everyone's injuries are going at a miraculous pace, considering a few hundred kids are doing all the hard labor on what's no less than a CITY-sized base.
On the FOURTH day, though...
And on the fourth day after Father's defeat, a grand celebration was held in the main party hall of the Moonbase. The eleven individuals who had been instrumental to victory - Sector V, the Powerpuff Girls, Lotus, Snowball, and even Numbah 86 - were standing on a podium before the Master of Ceremonies, Numbah 362.
"For saving Global Command from the worst crisis since the attempted Congressional Disciplinary Acts of 1988," she said, "I hereby bestow upon these heroes the greatest award that the Kids Next Door are able to bestow…"
The newest hot toy not due to be in stores until the holiday season? The legendary fourth flavor of ice cream?
"The Amulet of Youth, the symbol of the source of our power. Wear it with pride."
...The greatest honor the KND can bestow is a cereal box prize? Wow, I'm not even a kid and I feel ripped off...
Also, the whole "source of our power" thing is more creepy than charming. Those child-only cult undertones are seeping in, again.
After the award ceremony is said and done, Numbah 362 offers the Girls official KND membership. They're hesitant to accept, but quickly they decide to go with it.
"Calm down guys," said Blossom.
She paused again.
"Is there any doubt?"
"Our enemies have joined forces with yours," said Bubbles. "We don't have much of a choice…"
"There'll be some serious adjusting to do," said Buttercup, "but it has to be done."
"So just give us some recruitment papers… commander," smiled Blossom, "and we'll be ready to serve."
This should be cute, but considering how strong the Girls are and how much adult disdain the KND shows throughout this story, it sounds scarier than it should. Less like the formation of the Justice League and more like Anakin Skywalker being 'recruited' by the Emperor...
Also, Snowball joins too, but who gives a fuck about her.
Aaaand that just about wraps this fanfic up. It ends with Brian's cliched trademark of the heroes clasping hands, followed by an 'A few weeks later...' blurb to let us know that the Girls have been initiated and officially instated in the KND, and they've received a little present...
And eventually, a new Treehouse fortress was erected in the City of Townsville, where four young operatives, all of whom had Chemical X flowing through their veins, awaited the call to duty…
In the event that a tyrannical adult dared show his or her face in their neck of the woods…
May God have mercy on the soul of the next poor chump whose car breaks down in front of the Utonium household.
(MCT Interrupt: And meanwhile, throughout the city, super villains ran wild, knowing that as long as they avoided children, the PPG wouldn’t lift a finger to stop them.)
END TRANSMISSION
Thank you Jesus. Cue the final author's notes... ahem...
I hope you all liked this wild ride of a crossover,
I didn't.
because I sure did.
Well, you're an egotist. No shit you enjoyed your own fic.
I won't rule out the possibility of a sequel, but not for a little while. For now, I'll be concentrating on my Yu-Gi-Oh fic.
This, I EAGERLY await...
But hope for a sequel,
I won't. :)
for while the Powerpuff Girls cartoon has sadly been discontinued, fanfiction fans like us can write about them as much as we please.
As evidenced by the unending rows upon rows of scars running across Craig McCracken's wrists.
Thank you all for your support.
And with that, he signs and leaves his double-digit ff.net fanbase eagerly awaiting his next masterpiece and the rest of the Internet reeling in horror, disgust, and nervous anticipation...
But, hey, to be totally fair, this was (as far as I know) Brian Corvello's first-ever fanfic. The next one will probably be much better.
Right?
...
This has been Blade, standing in for the Man Called True. Thanks for reading my chapter and for supporting MCT throughout the other 2 dozen of them. Hope to see you
again soon, LJ.
Ciao.
~Blade
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