Powerpuff girls (male reader insert)

A Very Special Blossom

(Opening shot: the city skyline just after sunrise.)

Narrator: The city of Townsville. And it's a beautiful day. (Dissolve to the suburbs; a tree stands near the camera.) But not as beautiful as it will be this Sunday, because it's Father's Day.

(On the end of this line, cut to a close-up of a bird in a nest on one of the tree's limbs. It wears a hat and a proud smile and has a pipe in its mouth. Three eggs sit next to it—we have a father-to-be on our hands.)

Father Bird: And, boy, I can't wait. (patting eggs) These little guys are gonna hatch.

(Dissolve to a busy street, with a supermarket visible at the left side of the screen.)

Narrator: Yes, everyone is excited and getting ready—even Professor Utonium and the Powerpuff Girls.

(Close-up of them going along the sidewalk. The Professor has his pipe in his mouth and carries a bag of groceries; the girls float along just in front of him. They pass several shops whose front windows are filled with fatherly-type gifts: cigars, bikes, and so forth.)

Professor: Oh, girls, Father's Day is my favorite holiday.

Bubbles: Why?

Professor: Well, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to celebrate it.

Blossom: Speaking of celebration, what are you making this year?

Professor: Mmmm...my favorite. Liver and onions!

(His idea of a favorite dish makes the girls queasy for a moment. Bubbles whispers to the other two, after which Blossom addresses him.)

Blossom: Well, what do you want for a present?

Professor: Oh, girls, anything you make me'll be fantastic. Besides, you know I don't need material possessions. I've got you. I remember last year, Blossom, you made me that—

Blossom: Ceramic bowl?

Professor: Ceramic bowl.

(A mental picture of a somewhat misshapen bowl appears over his head, and he tries his best to be elated at the memory.)

Professor: Yeah, that was—great. A-And—and Bubbles, with your, uh...uh... (softly, to her) what—what'd you make?

Bubbles: Crayon drawling!

Professor: Crayon drawling.

(A rough picture of the Professor, complete with pipe, appears by the bowl.)

Professor: That was wonderful. And—and Buttercup.

Buttercup: (irritated) Boxing gloves!

Professor: (laughing uneasily) Oh...that—that's right, made out of socks.

(A pair of boxing gloves flicks into view by the other presents. They will never be mistaken for Everlast knockoffs.)

Professor: I remember that. (The gifts wink out in a puff of smoke.) You see, girls, those gifts are kind of funky, but they're charming, and— (Pan ahead of him to the girls; he continues o.c.) —well, that's all I really ne—

(He abruptly stops speaking. Buttercup looks back at him worriedly and stops; her sisters, however, do not notice until they thump into her.)

Blossom: Professor?

(Extreme close-up of his pipe as it tumbles out of his mouth in slow motion, then follow the groceries, now hurtling toward the ground. The eggs shatter and spray everywhere in slow motion. Back to the girls, now very concerned.)

Blossom: What's the matter?

(Long shot of the Professor, who looks as if someone has hit him over the head with a board—eyes wide, body frozen and rigid. Finally, he raises one arm and points ahead of himself.)