Powerpuff Girls and Boy (A Spark Of A Family)

Mr. Mojo Uprising

Narrator: The City of Townsville or where the Powerpuff live...

Were are going to have to sideline the city right now and meet up with the parents of the Powerpuff Girls and Boy in the living room where the two men of the house, Bolt and the Professor, are having some father-son bonding time.

Narrator: This is where the young hero and his creator are sitting on the couch having bonding time with each other.

Bolt: Hey, Professor. I have a question.

Professor: You can ask me anything, Bolt.

Bolt: Well, I always wanted to ask why you had us created. Did you always want some super-powered children?

Professor chuckled, leaning on the couch as he smoked his pipe.

Professor: That is a good question, Bolt. It's an easy question to answer. I wanted kids of my own to take care of and put as much love as I can, but if you're in an occupation as time-consuming as my own you don't have time to find anyone to make that happen.

Bolt: Why? Couldn't you create kids just like us?

The professor sweated a little bit. He has been avoiding this question with the girls and now he's having to avoid another question by Bolt.

Professor: Let's just say you're a special case. Anyway, back on topic. I wanted kids of my own to take care of so I created the girls. They were sweet and had a bit of spice, but everything was nice. Just like you.

He gave a pat on the brunette's head, ruffling his hair into a small mess.

Professor: You're just as strong and smart as the girls. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Bolt smiled, burying his face into the professor's chest in a hug. The professor's words brought a lot of happiness to the little boy's heart that somehow tiny bits of lighting danced around his body, not in a way when he was angry where they roared around his body frantically.

Instead, they were, in the best way, flowing. It was small that no one could notice, but it was something.

The moment was soon ruined by the yells of girls from upstairs. Buttercup chased Bubbles trying to hit her while Blossom tried to stop her.

Bubbles: Help! Buttercup is trying to hit me!

Buttercup: She's lying!

Blossom: Buttercup! Leave Bubbles alone!

Bolt sighed as he floated in the air to go deal with sisters.

Bolt: Sorry, professor. You can go to the lab and relax. Me and Blossom can handle this!

There was then a loud crash and a louder scream from upstairs. Bolt groaned, rushing upstairs to stop the chaos before it got even bigger.

Bolt: Can you girls chill out?

The professor laughed as he got up. He walked over to the basement door, and entered his lab whistling a small tune to himself, the Professor walked down the stairs to his desk where he took a seat to light a pipe. Smoke escaped the pipe as he leaned into his chair, chilling after a day of hard lab work and taking care of his super-powered kids.

He loves his kids with all his heart, but sometimes a dad has to have a break once in a while.

While he was relaxing, he didn't seem to realize the lurking figure in his lab. I sneaked in the shadows making sure the Professor wasn't able to see it as it got closer and closer to its target.

As the lamp on the table illuminated the room, a shadow on the wall mimicked the actions of someone pulling a mallet from behind them. It brought a mallet over the Professor's head and after a grunt of pain from the victim, was knocked out cold onto the floor.