Powerpuff girls (male reader insert)

Sun Scream

(Opening shot: the city skyline during the day, under a bright sun.)

Narrator: The city of Townsville...is having another beautiful sunny day!

(Dissolve to the girls at the beach, stretched out on chairs. They wear swimsuits and sunglasses with frames in their respective colors.)

Narrator: And the Powerpuff Girls are soaking it all up. At the beach!

(On the end of this, pull back slowly to reveal a considerable crowd gathered around them. These onlookers murmur among themselves; none, however, pay any attention to the Professor, who is lounging on a fourth chair nearby and sunning himself. (Y/N) is sitting with them as well soaking in the sun.)

Girl: Can you really fly?

Fat woman: Have you always been so cool?

Boy: Who are you gonna beat up next? (The Professor sits up; two young women look his way.)

Professor: Hey! Any questions for me? (chuckling) You know, I invented the Powerpuff Girls. (The pair give him an irritated glance.)

Fat woman: They're so awesome!

(Another woman cries out, either from excitement or sunstroke, and faints. Behind her, a lifeguard stands up at his platform and shouts in fear; zoom in on him. He points at the sun, which seems rather brighter than normal. The increasing glare whitens the view.)

Lifeguard: What is that?

Fainting woman: It's heading straight for us! (The girls only sigh in a rather bored manner.)

Blossom: Time for the old super vision.

(Beams shoot skyward from her eyes. Cut to her perspective and zoom in—it is the surface of the sun, greatly magnified, with a bright spot growing. Pull back from the girls as the Professor leans over to them. All three are now standing for a better look, and normal color has returned.)

Professor: Girls, what is it?

Blossom: Looks like some kinda sun flare. (He shrieks in fear.)

Professor: A SOLAR FLARE IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR US!!

(The entire beach is thrown into commotion; people scatter in all directions. Close-up of Buttercup, who tips her shades and laughs a bit.)

Buttercup: Amateurs. (Pull back to frame all three.)

Blossom: Let's rock this thing, girls! (They prepare to take off, but the next line stops them.)

Professor: (from o.c.) Girls, you forgot your sunscreen!

(Now Blossom lowers her sunglasses to throw a funny look in his direction.)

Blossom: Professor, we're kinda in a hurry.

Bubbles: Yeah, we're cool.

Buttercup: And, uh, sunscreen is for nerds.

(Cut to him. He is merrily slathering the stuff onto his chest and has already daubed his nose. Buttercup's words bring him up short; pull back as the two young women who were near his chair laugh and point at him. However, he soon smiles again and addresses them.)

Professor: Oh, do you girls also wear sunscreen? Did you know that it was invented by a scientist? (Pause; the women laugh some more, and one points.)

Young woman: Nerd!

((Y/N) looks at the civillians with a agitated expression.)

(Outer space. The girls—still in swimwear and shades—have assembled to sort out the problem. Light from the o.c. flare washes over them.)