This choice: The girls run into Mojo Jojo. • Go Back... The girls entered the museum in their traditional manner. They smashed through the roof and flew down into the building.
"This place is empty," Bloosom noted as she looked about the area.
"Quite right. Everyone ran screaming when I made my arrival." The familiar form of Mojo Jojo appeared behind an exhibit, a weapon cradled in his hands.
"Mojo, what are you doing now?" Blossom asked incredulously.
"It’s quite simple. I have made a new weapon that is sure to defeat you girls, so I made a disturbance hoping you would come and you have." Mojo gestured to the weapon he held. "This sonic device is capable of firing a sonic wave, and that sonic wave is unique because it vibrates at a specific frequency. The frequency that it vibrates at is the long sought after Brown Note."
"The what?" Buttercup asked.
"The Brown Note is a special vibrational frequency that will cause those who are exposed to it to soil themselves, that it to say, the vibration will cause them to lose control of their bowels and they will poop their pants, and it will cause them to have a terrible potty emergency and feel the immediate need to void their colon, wherever they are, as the ray makes them momentarily incontinent."
"That’s just messed up," Bubbles said.
"And you, Powerpuff Girls, will be the first to feel my new weapon, as I have designed it specifically to stop you!"
The girls looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"What is it?" Mojo asked, confused. "What is funny?"
Buttercup answered. "Mojo, you dork. Did you forget that we’re not potty trained yet?"
"Yeah, we still wear diapers," Bubbles pointed to her own yellowed diaper to make her point. "We poop ourselves all the time anyway."
"Your ray might make us have an accident," Blossom continued, "but we’d just go in our diapers like we do every day."
"Heck, I pooped myself on the way over here," Buttercup finished. "Doesn’t bother me."
Mojo was dumbfounded. "No, no, that’s not right. My evil plan made perfect sense yesterday. How could I have forgotten about something so important?"
"Well, since your gun is useless, maybe you should just put it down and walk out of here," Blossom reasoned.
Mojo thought a moment. "Perhaps not completely useless. It may be a waste of time using my new weapon on you, but the city is full of grown-ups who are potty trained and thus, not wearing diapers, giving me the chance to wreck havoc." Mojo giggled. "Yes, a perfect plan. All of Townsville will soil themselves while the two of you watch," Mojo cried pointing at the two Powerpuff Girls. "Wait. Two? Where is-"
"Yoink!" All of a sudden Mojo’s weapon disappeared from his hands. The monkey turned around to see Buttercup floating there holding his sound gun. "Should have been paying closer attention." Buttercup aimed the weapon at Mojo. "Now, how do you work this thing?"
"If you could not shoot Mojo with that weapon that would be-"
That’s when Buttercup found the trigger. A wave of sound erupted from the weapon and washed over Mojo. The villain dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach.
"No. This isn’t supposed to happen to Mojo." He tried his best to stop, but it was no use. His bowels gurgled and Mojo Jojo, one of Townsville’s most dangerous criminals, messed his pants like a baby.
"Hey, this thing’s pretty sweet," Buttercup said.
"Maybe we should take it back to the Professor," Bubbles suggested. "Besides, I could use a diaper change."
"Yeah, me too," Buttercup agreed as she felt the poop in the back of her diaper making it heavy.
Blossom beamed. "Maybe you girls need your diapers changed. I don’t. I’ve been able to stay clean all morning. Maybe it’s time for me to start potty training." Blossom then felt a pressure in her bladder. Without thinking about it she let go and the most wonderful feeling came from her diaper. She was peeing herself and enjoying it. "Heck, right now my pants are cleaner than Mojo’s." Then Blossom let out a fart, signalling that her bowels were about to move. Unconsciously she began pushing the poop out of her anus and into her diaper, feeling it grow heavier and heavier. She let out a sigh and continued on. "Of course, it’s only to be expected, since I’m the most mature."
"Uh, Blossom? You may want to check your diaper again," Bubbles suggested.
"Huh?" Blossom checked her diaper and found it both soaked, and filled with poop. "Oh. I guess I must have went without noticing."
Buttercup scoffed. "‘I’m the mature one,’ ‘I’m ready to start potty training,’" she said mockingly.
"Okay. Maybe I jumped the gun a bit," Blossom said.
"What do we do about Mojo?" Bubbles asked.
"Mojo has had an accident," the villain cried.
"Eh, let him walk home with his poopy pants. See how it feels to be us," Buttercup said.
"I don't think he'll be hatching any more evil schemes until he gets back home and changes out of his those pants," Blossom agreed. "We should probably get home."
"Fine, but I’m taking this," Buttercup said holding Mojo’s weapon. "We can’t just let the pooping monkey have it." Besides, Buttercup wanted to play with her new toy.
So the three girls flew up and out through the hole they made in the ceiling. Once in the air they made their way back home.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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