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American animated television series from 1998–2005 From Wikiquote, the free quote compendium
The Powerpuff Girls is an American animated show created by Craig McCracken. It follows the adventures of Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, three little girls literally created from sugar, spice and everything nice. Their creator and father, Professor Utonium, adds Chemical X by mistake, giving the girls superpowers. They use their gifts to save the city of Townsville.
Professor: (from inside the house, gasping) Oh...oh, what have I done?!
(Dissolve to inside the girls' bedroom at the windows and pan to the bed. The covers are pulled all the way up. All we see of them are fringes of red-orange and black hair on the pillows.)
Professor: (from o.c.) Girls...Girls, wake up!
(They mumble sleepily. Close-up of Buttercup's side of the bed. She yawns.)
Professor: (from o.c.) Buttercup! (She pulls the covers up and groans sleepily.) Wake up, Buttercup.
(The covers are thrown back, but the person under them is Buttercup, wearing a diaper and is still shaking rattle.)
Buttercup: Professor, it's Saturday! Can't a girl get some sleep?! Harumph!
(She pulls the covers back over herself. A moment later, she sits bolt upright in cold shock as the reality sets in almost instantly like a two-by-four to her head.)
Buttercup: (gasping, shocked) B-B-B-B...
(She continues stuttering as the camera cuts to her perspective - looking down at the Professor.)
Professor: Now remain calm, Buttercup.
(Back to Buttercup in bed. She reacts totally the opposite of what the Professor had told her to do. She screams and breathes hard, panicked. Holding her hands up in front of herself, she sees that she now has a full set of fingers, which she works back and forth. Her mouth begins to wobble, terror washing over the rest of her face, and after a long moment she breaks down, sobbing and wailing.)
(Blossom's hand reaches into view from the right and socks Buttercup in the shoulder to shut her up.)
Blossom: (from o.c.) Keep it down! I'm trying to sleep!
Buttercup: Hey! (looking o.c. right, stunned) Blossom?!
(Pull back quickly to show the entire bed, with the Professor looking up over it from the floor. In the center section is Blossom, also wearing a diaper and a red bow. Of course, she has no ponytail yet.)
Blossom: Buttercup, what are you doing in bed?
(Close-up of Buttercup, who begins to giggle.)
Blossom: (from o.c.) Wait! What’s going on?
(Buttercup points o.c.; pan back to Blossom.)
Blossom: What? (Buttercup reaches into view, holding a mirror up to her.)
Buttercup: (from o.c.) Nice bed head, Blossom!
(Blossom gasps and cries. Cut to her perspective, looking down at the Professor. Now he has a small pipe.)
Blossom: What happened?! (Back to her, standing up in bed.) I—I—I'm diapered. (Down to Buttercup.)
Buttercup: You are. (Down to the Professor.)
Professor: That's right, Buttercup.
(Blossom reaches to Bubbles's section of the bed and pulls the covers partway down, exposing nothing. The Professor approaches the side of the bed.)
Professor: Girls! Girls, please! It's just Bubbles.
(He pulls the covers all the way down to reveal diapered Bubbles sleeping the wrong way around. She is still sucking on her pacifier.)
Professor: (pointing) Diapered and pacified.
Blossom, Buttercup: Eeewwww!
(Bubbles walks across the room in front of the Professor as the pacifier falls from her mouth.)
Bubbles: (sleepily) Ah. Good morning.
(In the bathroom, she reaches into the medicine cabinet for the toothpaste, then closes its door. Now her reflection is in front of her, but she seems to take no notice as she brushes her teeth.)
Bubbles: Oh, I was born like a baby. (She brushes some more.) I cried. (shaking head) I don't cry. The Professor stuck the pacifier in my mouth. (She accepts this.) Hmmmm!
(She resumes brushing her teeth. Pull back quickly from the bathroom doorway, where she lands, to show the others looking on.)
Blossom, Buttercup: (to Professor, gasping) Professor, what the heck's going on here?!
Professor: (sighing) Well, lately I've been working on a way to...
(Cut to an extreme close-up of the hotline as it starts to buzz, then pull back. Buttercup reaches out to answer it, her fingers stiff and held together. She raises her hand to her ear, but the receiver stays put.)
Buttercup: Hello? (She tries again and fails.) What is it, Mayor? (holding hand out toward camera) Professor, your hand doesn't work!
Blossom: (from o.c.) Then just put it on screen! (Close-up of the hotline.)
Buttercup: (from o.c.) Okay!
(The hand slams down on the phone's red light, pushing it in. The camera turns up to a large video display on the wall behind it. The screen fills with static as the camera pulls back to show all four. After a moment, the image resolves into a close-up of Mayor.)
Mayor: Help! We have an emergency situation down here! (Cut to the Professor.)
Professor: We know, Mayor. I turned the girls into babies.
Mayor: (over hotline) No, no, no! (Close-up of him, trying to pull on a pair of stockings.) I've got a run in my stocking!
(Pull back. Ms. Bellum is standing on the desk next to him, her face cut off by the top edge of the screen, so to compensate, Ms. Bellum is shown how she normally would be seen in her own body; from the neck down. Now the setting is seen as the Mayor's office.)
Ms. Bellum: Um... I think what the Mayor means is that it's not just us who turned the Powerpuff Girls and the Rowdyruff Boys into babies. (Display pans to a monitor on her other side, where the bank is seen.) All of Townsville did!
(Back to the girls.)
Ms. Bellum: (over hotline) It's mayhem! and someone's taken advantage of the confusion...
(Back to the screen, zoomed in on the bank. Police cars surround it. An alarm is heard.)
Ms. Bellum: (from o.c.) ...and robbed the bank! (Back to her and the Mayor.)
Mayor: They have?!
Ms. Bellum: (wearily, crossing arms) Yes, Mayor. (Pull back to show the girls.)
Mayor: Oh, that's terrible!
Blossom: Well, who did it?
Ms. Bellum: We don't know! With Powerpuffs and Rowdyruffs turned into babies, no one can figure out just who is crying, sucking on a pacifier or shaking a rattle!
Blossom: Okay, we’ll take care of it. (Cut to the Professor. She points at him and continues o.c.) But, Professor, start working on a way to switch us all back. We can't stay this way forever!
Professor: Agreed. Mayor, Bellum, I'll need your help.
(He blows bubbles from the pipe for a few seconds. Back to the girls.)
Blossom: I think we better clean up and change first.
Buttercup: (rubbing stubble on chin) Right. (They zip away.)
(The screen explodes into the background for the end shot. From left to right, we see Buttercup, Blossom, and Bubbles wearing baby costumes. Bubbles' pacifier is missing.)
(Back to the lab. Blossom and Buttercup take off, the bandages falling away from the latter's face, but stop short. Bubbles is still standing on the ground.)
Buttercup: Bubbles! Come on!
Bubbles: Waaaaah! I'm not going!
Blossom: What are you talking about?
Bubbles: (sobbing) I'm not going out there.
Buttercup: (snorting) Huh. Why not?!
(Close-up of Bubbles. She begins to sob.)
Blossom: (from o.c.) Well?
(Bubbles sobs louder and her pacifier is missing.)
Bubbles: Waaaah! I lost my…PACIFIER! (Cut to Buttercup.)
Buttercup: (groaning) Oh, you’re so sensitive! (Blossom lands next to Bubbles.)
Blossom: Don't be silly. (Close-up of Bubbles. She continues o.c.) See? Look.
(She reaches into view. She sticks the pacifier in Bubbles' mouth.)
Blossom: (from o.c.) There! Now you look just like a normal person.
Bubbles: (muffled) Really? Do I, Professor?
(Cut to him at the blackboard. Now he is dressed in a small lab coat and black pants of his regular everyday clothes. The question catches him completely off guard. He looks nervously around for a moment.)
Professor: Uh… Um… Uh, yeah! You look great! (looking o.c.) Um, right, Mayor?
(On screen, the Mayor is sitting on the desk, hard at work with curlers, comb, and blow dryer.)
Mayor: Uh... yeah, sure, whatever. (Back to Blossom and Bubbles.)
Bubbles: (muffled) Okay. Let’s go! (They take off.)
(Outside, a low rumbling starts up, putting them on edge.)
Buttercup: What now?
Blossom: Get ready for anything, girls.
(She looks down at the pavement. A moment later, it starts to shake and crack; it pulls back down the street as the girls retreat to a safe distance. Smoke and lightning pour up from the fissures, which grow until a sizable hole has opened. Through the haze, three tall outcroppings can be seen emerging; each has a small figure perched on it. Close-up of this lot—now the silhouettes are close enough to become very, very familiar. The smoke starts to clear, and the girls gasp in combined shock and recognition.)
(Extreme close-ups of the following. A foot clad in a black sneaker. A smirk above a pair of crossed arms and a torso clad in a blue sweatshirt with a black stripe—the outfit worn by Boomer, the blond member of the Rowdyruff Boys. Spiky black hair, with Buttercup’s part, above dark green eyes that can only belong to Butch—but he no longer has a cowlick. Red-eye and part of a red cap turned backward, with a bit of red-orange hair visible in the back—the signs of Brick. Half of Boomer’s face, with his hair grown out a bit longer and more raggedly cut than before. Pull back to show the entire set of outcroppings and zoom in. The boys (who are also in diapers) have been resurrected, with their hair being the only altered feature. As the shot of Brick suggested, his hair is now quite long in the back, similar to Blossom’s ponytail, but very ragged at the ends. In front, it no longer sticks out from under the edge of his cap as it did in “The Rowdyruff Boys.”)
(Close-up of Blossom and pan to each of her sisters in turn.)
Blossom: The Rowdyruff Boys?!
Buttercup: But that’s impossible!
Bubbles: We blew you guys up! (Butch starts flexing his knees to spring.)
Brick: Yeah? Well, you can’t stop a good thing, babe!
(The girls find this quite amusing and give voice to that opinion.)
Brick: Stop laughing! What are you laughing at?
Blossom: (mocking, as her sisters laugh) Oh, no, (starts wiggling her hips with her hands on them in a sassy manner) look who’s back with mean hair!
Bubbles: (following lead) Oh, whatever shall we do?
Buttercup: (ditto) How can we defeat their scary new hairdos?
(Cut to the boys. More laughter from o.c. as Boomer puts him arm and hand on his hair listening, Brick glares down, and Butch keeps flexing his knees.)
Brick: SILENCE! (The girls stop laughing.) You stupid wimpy lame-o girls talk too much!
Blossom: Stupid?!
Buttercup: Wimpy?!
Bubbles: Lame-o?!
Brick: You girls just got lucky last time. This time there’s no way you’re gonna beat my boys! (Close-up of each in turn.)
Butch: Butch!
Boomer: Boomer!
Brick: And me, Brick!
(The mood is somewhat spoiled when Boomer starts trying to catch a fly buzzing around his head. Brick watches him for a few seconds before getting fed up.)
Brick: Pay attention! (Bubbles giggles derisively.)
Bubbles: Are you guys sure you’re ready for another beating?
Boomer: You girls are gonna eat your words, spit ’em out, and eat ’em again! (Buttercup claps a hand to her forehead in disgust.)
Blossom: That doesn’t even make sense.
Boomer: I know you are, but what am I?
Buttercup: Enough! Talk is cheap. Let’s do this!
Butch: (giggling dementedly) This is gonna be fun!
(Pull back to a long shot of the two groups, then cut from one to the other as they square for battle. Finally, the deadlock ends and all six take off, rising to face each other in midair. Blossom starts the attack with a blast from her eye lasers; Brick counters with his own. Pull back to a long shot of them, at opposite sides of the screen. Their beams cancel out in the center.)
(Bubbles creates a spark of lightning in one upraised hand, forms it into a large ball of energy, and let's fly. Boomer generates sparks from his joined hands and makes a baseball bat, which he pulls back over his shoulder for a swing. He hits her pitch and gets a line drive that does heavy damage to the right-field fence—which, in this case, happens to be a building.)
(Buttercup rises above the rooftops and backs up. She focuses herself and creates a blinding energy bolt that shoots toward the camera. Butch puts his hands together, and a force field forms around him to blunt her offensive. She stops firing, whereupon the girls regroup in midair.)
Blossom: Come on, girls. We have to work together. We’re too evenly matched one on one.
Buttercup: Yeah! A little teamwork oughta whup those dorks into shape!
(They fly toward each other and join hands. Spinning in a tight circle, they are enveloped by light in their respective colors and then disappear into a sphere of crackling radiance. A beam emerges from this and flashes across the sky, the camera panning to follow. Cut to the boys, also in midair.)
Brick: Come on, guys! We can’t let a bunch of dumb girls show us up!
(They pull off an identical maneuver. Pull back to show both beams canceling each other out. After a moment, there is an explosion and both groups are flung backward. They face off again.)
Blossom: All right, girls. I think we know what we have to do. Let’s give ’em some sugar!
Bubbles: (waving hand) Ooh, ooh! I want the blond! I think he’s cute!
Buttercup: (to Bubbles) Man, you’re weird.
Blossom: Let’s go, girls!
(The boys stand fast; Butch twitches a bit due to overly high-strung nerves. Now the girls charge.)
Brick: Here it comes, boys!
(The boys charge and the girls split up. Blossom moves in on Brick, who sidesteps at the last possible second to dodge her punch. She tries another blow, but he ducks and starts to back up. Approaching again, she tries several more strikes and hits nothing but air. Finally, she darts in and kisses him on the cheek, as she and her sisters did to the boys in “The Rowdyruff Boys.”)
(Butch watches Buttercup fly low along the street and climb sharply to meet him. He blocks or avoids her strikes, but she finds an opening and plants a kiss on his cheek. Now Bubbles speeds toward Boomer, aims several blows at him with no success, and gives him a big hug and a kiss.)
(Cut to the girls as they regroup and look o.c. Their puzzled expressions give away the fact that things may not have gone according to plan.)
Bubbles: I don’t understand. How come nothing is happening? Weren’t they supposed to explode?
(Cut to the boys, who are still very much in one piece, then back to the girls.)
Blossom: Well, let’s really lay it on ’em!
(They charge for round two. Brick throws a punch at Blossom, but his timing is too early; he hits nothing as she reaches him and kisses his cheek. She backs up; he again fails to explode, and now he starts to grow. She watches, completely stunned, and gasps. This sequence repeats itself with Boomer and Bubbles. Ditto Butch and Buttercup, except that she backs up to reach her sisters and all three gasp. Looking down at them, the boys lunge and the girls dive aside.)
(Blossom kisses Brick again—right now he is about twice her size—and he grows even larger. The same thing happens when the other two boys get this treatment. Brick gets yet another, then Butch and Boomer; after Boomer is kissed, a close-up of the top of Butch’s growing head is seen, followed by Brick’s and Boomer’s, then the back of Butch’s. From here, cut to Brick as he becomes even larger.)
Brick: Your cootie kisses only make us bigger!
Boomer: (growing) Stronger!
Butch: (growing) And tougher!
(Cut to the girls, who gasp, then pull back to frame both groups. The boys are now at least ten times their original size.)
Brick: (laughing) You stupid lame-o girls never learn. Now it’s time to put these babies to bed!
(The boys gain altitude. Each puts his hands together and extends them out in front of himself, toward a focal point just in front of the three. A broad energy beam emanates from here and washes over the girls; this is similar to the “starburst” attack that has been seen in the past. Cut to a street and pan along with it as they crash down. Bubbles hits the pavement and slides along, Blossom strikes a building, and Buttercup plows through a fire hydrant before fetching up in a parked car. Cut to each, in the reverse of this order, as she takes off to rejoin the fight.)
(The sky suddenly goes a sinister shade of red, and the girls land in front of a spiral of smoke that has begun to form. It turns into clouds that evaporate to reveal the spike-heeled legs of “Him,” seen in extreme close-up; turn up slowly to show that he has his back to the camera. He addresses the girls over his shoulder.)
“Him”: (effeminate voice) Hello, girls. (They gasp.)
Girls: “Him”!
“Him”: (approaching them) So good to see you again. How’s things? (No answer.) Not so good? Having a little boy trouble, hmm? Or should I say… (evil voice) …big boy trouble?
(Grinning, he looks into the sky; follow his gaze to the boys, who start to descend. Back to ground level as they touch down.)
“Him”: (effeminate voice) Hello, boys. (evil voice, softly) You’re doing just fine. (effeminate voice) So, how does it feel, girls, to know defeat is just around the corner— (evil voice) —and victory for me is at hand?
Blossom: So you’re behind this, “Him”! What did you do to make our kisses powerless?
“Him”: (effeminate voice, laughing) Oh, that. That’s my little secret. You see, I realized that the boys’ only weakness— (to evil voice) —was your pathetic little kisses. (to effeminate voice) And since I knew you would resort to that, I added a little something extra—a cootie vaccination. Circle-circle-dot-dot, now you have a cootie shot! (addressed the audience.) I got the spell off the Internet.
(Turn up from him to the boys’ faces, then cut back to him.)
“Him”: But your kisses are not totally useless, girls. (to evil voice) They make my boys bigger and more powerful!
(The girls gasp, and he laughs insanely in his effeminate voice.)
“Him”: At last, I win!
(A giant foot is planted behind him to emphasize the point, and the boys join in the merriment. The girls can only look up in mute fear and helplessness as “Him” rises into the air, still laughing.)
“Him”: Have fun, girls. Ta-ta! Ha-ha!
(He continues to laugh as he flies away and disappears in another spiral of smoke. The sky reverts to its normal blue, and three enormous boys glare down at three very small and vulnerable girls. Fade to black.)
(The girls in the shadow of their gargantuan opposite numbers. All they can do at the moment is blink up at the boys, who stand with crossed arms and cocky smiles. The girls take a couple of steps backward; cut to a close-up of Boomer and pan slowly to Brick and Butch. The girls are seen in a similar shot, but their mouths wobble in barely suppressed panic. Stop on Buttercup, who finally swallows hard, then cut back to Butch as he cracks his knuckles. The sound is loud enough to make the girls recoil and cover their ears.)
(Brick holds up one arm; extreme close-up of it as he pushes back the sleeve. There is a brown scab on his forearm. He starts to peel it off, and one by one the girls groan in disgust at the sight. Boomer and Butch snicker gleefully. Next, he holds the loose scab aloft and scales it toward the girls; cut to them, and zoom in. They stand frozen for a moment before diving for cover, and the dripping projectile hits a STOP sign behind them. It sticks for a second, then starts to fall away, and Buttercup and Bubbles each groan again. Blossom, though, has herself under control.)
Blossom: Stand your ground, girls! They’re trying to psych us out by grossing us out!
(Butch slowly snorts in a gigantic breath, hocks a loogie, and spits it into the air. The streamer of green snot turns end over end as it flies; cut to the girls, who look up and then cover their heads. Pull back as the loogie sails over their heads and o.c. They look in its direction for a moment and then relax.)
Blossom: (wiping forehead) Whew!
(Close-up of Boomer, who has his mouth open wide, and pull back. The wad drops neatly in, and he smiles.)
Boomer: Mmm-mmm-mmm!
(Now it is his turn to hock one up; this time, the girls must sidestep in order to avoid being hit. The phlegm bubbles and oozes across the pavement. Close-up of Bubbles, her tongue hanging limply in revulsion. Her face goes green, and she claps her hands to her mouth in order to stop herself from vomiting; pull back to show a trash can near her and Buttercup in the foreground. The STOP sign is behind them.)
Buttercup: Hold your ground, Bubbles! (Her sister’s face returns to normal color.) It’s just a bunch of dumb boy tricks, but we can take it. Right?
(Close-up of her at the end of this. The trash can is heard rattling o.c.; cut to it. Bubbles has hung her head into it and is losing her lunch. When she finishes, she looks up, moaning and still appearing quite nauseated. Back to her sisters; Blossom looks o.c. toward Bubbles, while Buttercup’s attention has shifted to the boys.)
Buttercup: Go ahead, gross us out all you want— (Pull back to frame both groups, sans Bubbles.) —but we’re still gonna kick your big-boy butts! (Close-up of Brick.)
Brick: Oh, you are, are you? Well, then, I guess it’s…
(He looks in Butch’s direction; cut to the latter, all too eager to start something.)
Brick: (from o.c.) …RUMBLE TIME!
Butch: (jumping and sounding like a crazed monkey) Rumble time! Rumble time! (Back to Brick.)
Brick: Let the rumble begin!
(The ground shakes on the last word, and he takes off, followed by the other two. Cut to the girls and zoom in.)
Blossom: Let’s go, ladies!
(They take off. The two trios approach one another; when they meet, each girl is knocked away by her counterpart. Blossom takes the first hit, followed by Buttercup and Bubbles. Bubbles crashes through a building’s window and comes out at the back wall to tumble into an alley; her sisters hit the ground next to her. Of the three bumped and bruised girls, Blossom is first to come around, and she looks up and gasps.)
Blossom: (nudging her sisters) Quick! Get up! Get up!
(The boys continue their approach, but Brick stops them just short of the girls.)
Boomer: (puzzled) But I thought we was—
Brick: (clapping hand to Boomer’s mouth) Shut it! We’re playing a new game now, and the game is…
(He looks to his left, in Butch’s direction; cut to the green-clad basket case as he again does his mad-monkey impression, then back to Brick. The leader stomps on the roof of a parked car, embedding his foot in it; pan to a second vehicle as he does the same with his other foot. Next, he grabs the girls, who scream in terror and squeezes them in both hands. Only a few limbs, Blossom’s bow, and their yelps of pain are in evidence. Cut to a patch of the street as they are thrown down—having been crushed together into a hockey puck. They struggle to free themselves from this contortion, but to no avail.)
(Brick uproots a sign for the parking garage of Malph’s Market from a nearby corner. This has a long pole, with the lettering on a broad projection at the top, and looks something like a hockey stick standing upside down. Pull back to show him holding the sign, with his makeshift roller skates on and the Powerpuff puck in front of him.)
Brick: …ROLLER BRAWL!
Butch: (still flipping out) Roller Brawl! Roller Brawl!
(He tears an L-shaped support beam from a nearby bridge. Cut to a construction site, where a flatbed truck is parked with its load of girders. Boomer flies down and grabs one; close-up of his face as he struggles with it, then pull back. He has bent one end to make a stick for himself, and he jumps onto two cars to get a set of skates. Butch follows the latter action, after which Brick lifts his stick.)
Brick: Let the brawl begin!
(He hits the puck, sending it screaming down the street, and skates after it. Butch and Boomer move in, but the leader is just about in a position to catch up to it. He nudges the puck from side to side in order to keep it under control; the girls cry out in pain at each tap. The other two move to block him. Boomer tries to steal, but Brick keeps it away from him by passing to the opposite side; another scream. Butch intercepts and skates toward a parking garage as Brick zips past behind him. Now he pulls his stick back to take a shot on the “goal”—the garage’s entrance.)
Butch: And he’s going for the—
(Before he can finish the sentence, Brick pops into view and body-checks him. The screaming puck goes flying, only to be stopped by Boomer.)
Boomer: And he’s going for the… (hitting puck; pull back to follow) …slap shot!
(The girls scream as they sail toward the garage. Brick stands nearby, a giant oven mitt on one hand, and tries to catch them—but he misses and they sail through the entrance.)
Boomer: SCORE! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah!
(Inside, the girls hit a wall and split apart. They slam down to the concrete, looking much the worse for wear now, and the boys bend over to look in at them—they have ditched their Roller Brawl gear. Cut to Buttercup as she struggles to her feet next to a car.)
Buttercup: That’s it! The puck stops here!
(Two hands reach into view from behind the car and grab the one she has raised. She is yanked away; cut to that point, where her sisters are huddled down. Blossom was the one to pull her in.)
Buttercup: What gives?
Blossom: (softly) We gotta hide.
Buttercup: Hide? Are you— (Bubbles slaps a hand over her mouth.)
Bubbles: (softly) Shhh! They’ll hear you!
(Pan away from them to the entrance, where the boys taunt them in an effort to draw them out; cut to outside, behind the giant trio at a distance, and turn up to the nearby rooftop. Their voices die away, leaving the scene quiet, and an access door opens on the roof. The girls zip out of this and a way around the corner of its housing; cut to them.)
Buttercup: Okay, we’re hiding. Now what?
Bubbles: Yeah. Those boys are beating our butts!
Blossom: I don’t know. (She slides down to a sitting position and sighs.) I think we’ve… (She looks reluctantly toward Buttercup.)
Buttercup: Don’t say it!
Blossom: …met our match.
(Buttercup screams in frustration and claps her hands to her head. She wheels to face her sisters, who back up against the wall.)
Buttercup: That’s what they want us to think! (Head-on view of her.) We can still whip those big dummies. I mean, come on! (Said dummies peer over the edge of the roof behind her.) They’re too stupid to even find us up here!
(She is now standing in their shadows. Cut to just behind the boys’ heads, with Blossom and Bubbles looking up at them, their eyes wide. Buttercup turns to get an eyeful of them as Brick clears his throat loudly. Camera shift: side view of the girls, and he jumps onto the roof and gets in their faces.)
Brick: You calling us stupid?!? (Behind the girls; all three boys are now on the roof.)
Boomer: We’ll show you stupid!
(He looks quite pleased with this retort, but Brick is less impressed. The latter stands up and smacks him in the face before turning his attention to the girls again.)
Brick: (groaning disgustedly) You’re in for it now, losers, ’cause it’s time for… (Close-up; he looks o.c. toward Butch.) …the awesomest game! ULTIMATE FIGHT!
Butch: (flipping out) Ultimate Fight! Ultimate Fight!
(The girls scream and are promptly scooped up by Brick. Boomer tears up a telephone pole, pulling several others along with it due to the lines connecting them, and plants one at each corner of a building’s roof to create a makeshift fighting ring. As he and Butch watch, Brick floats down into the center of this squared circle; he carries the girls in one hand and delivers the next several lines as if he were a boxing announcer.)
Brick: Welcome, fans, to the first annual…
(He throws Bubbles to Boomer on “first,” and Buttercup to Butch on “annual.” The other boys have now entered the ring. He lifts Blossom to his mouth like a microphone.)
Brick: …ULTIMATE FIGHT! (pointing toward Butch) In this corner… (Cut to there; he continues o.c.) …the Baron of Berserk…Butch!
(Butch grunts and pounds his chest like a psychotic gorilla. Back to Brick, who now gestures toward Boomer.)
Brick: And in that corner…the Dumber than the Dumbest… (Cut to that corner; he continues o.c.) …Boomer!
(This combatant spikes Bubbles to the roof and starts stomping on her.)
Boomer: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! (Back to Brick.)
Brick: And here in the center…the Master Masher…the King of Crushing…the Duke of Destruction…the reigning world champion…
(Cut to the two nonplussed opponents, who are now standing together with their girls in hand.)
Brick: (from o.c.) …Brick the Bludgeoner! (Back to him.) And now… (menacingly) …let the bludgeoning begin!
(Butch leads off by giving Buttercup a colossal headbutt that sends her flying across the ring. Boomer hits Bubbles and launches her; the two girls collide in midair and fall to the roof. Next, the two boys lean back against the wires that fence in the ring and launch themselves toward each other. Cut to Boomer as he hurtles along and lets off a war whoop; during the next line, we see Butch doing likewise.)
Brick: (from o.c.) Oh, no! It looks like the dreaded… (Pull back to frame both.) …Do-Si-Do of Destruction!
(On these last words, they link arms and drop toward the roof. They have turned their bodies so that they are falling back first. Bubbles and Buttercup sit up in their growing shadow, but not in time to avoid being crushed under the two giants. Cut to Brick.)
Brick: And next… (holding Blossom upside down in one hand) …it’s the Saratoga Speed Bag!
(Cut to a close-up of her on these last two words; he reaches into view and starts pummeling her as if she were that piece of boxing equipment. He ends by knocking her out of his grip and leaping toward her with one elbow extended. From her prone position on the roof and too stunned to move, she looks up at him and gets that elbow driven into her face. He gets up, leaving her with a black eye and some missing teeth. She moans dazedly and tries to rise, but Brick seizes her and pins her down. He holds his face very close to; close-up of him as he lets a runner of drool ooze slowly out of his mouth.)
Blossom: (from o.c.) No! (Cut to her.) No! Nooo! No! No!
(Her perspective; the drool descends toward her, and she moans weakly in disgust. Cut to just behind the drop as it works its way to her face, then to a side view of her. The spittle comes to within less than an inch before suddenly rising o.c.—he has sucked it back in. He smiles crookedly down at her and starts the torture all over again. Side view of him as the rope of drool breaks, after which he lifts her into view; she is sopping wet.)
Brick: (mocking) Oh. Sorry, dude.
(Butch, meanwhile, has recovered Buttercup and is smacking her around. Boomer knocks Bubbles across the ring, and Brick throws Blossom down. Buttercup takes another punch from Butch; Boomer stomps Blossom; Brick decks Buttercup, then Blossom when she tries to climb out of a hole. One more strike from each boy and the girls land in a barely conscious heap. Pull back slowly as the boys’ shadows loom large before the supine trio, then cut to the girls’ perspective; they laugh over the ease with which they have thrashed their former conquerors.)
(Head-on view of Butch, once again doing his insane-primate impersonation. The other boys flank him.)
Butch: Dude, check it out. Check it out! (He pulls a large, slimy slug from his back pocket.)
Brick: Cool!
(Boomer stands Bubbles up in front of himself, still holding on, and Butch grabs the back of Bubbles' diaper and stretches it out. The slug is stuffed in, and the dress is released. At this point, it is all she can do to keep her pitiful, painful moans from degenerating into a full-on crying fit. Cut to above the ring and pull back slowly as all three boys roar with laughter and point at the humiliation they have inflicted on her.)
(Buttercup finally comes around and lifts her head. She sees it all: Bubbles’ torment and the boy’s pointing fingers, then Butch, laughing with his tongue hanging out. She quickly becomes fully conscious, and fierce, burning anger inscribes itself all over her face. Zoom in to an extreme close-up as she squeezes her eyes shut, then cut to Butch. Suddenly she rockets toward him and delivers a crushing uppercut that leaves his tongue badly swollen.)
Butch: (moaning, tongue still hanging out) I…I bit my tongue!
(Brick and Boomer laugh themselves stupid at the sight—and he shrinks somewhat. The girls, meanwhile, have all gotten to their feet and cleaned themselves up; they stare incredulously. The slug is no longer in Bubbles’ diaper.)
Blossom: Did you see that? Whenever their masculinity is threatened, they shrink in size.
(A brainstorm hits her full force, and she beckons her sisters to lean in close.)
Blossom: (whispering) Okay. So all we have to do is… (She trails off into mumbling.)
(Cut to a man painting a billboard red. Bubbles flies to him and swipes his can and brush.)
Bubbles: Sorry! (She flies o.c.)
Painter: Hey!
(She carries the supplies back to Boomer and buzzes past him as he keeps laughing. Lifting the brush determinedly, she flies in tight circles around his head; when she stops, he finds that she has given him a wrong costume. His hair has been tied into one small pigtail, his mouth stuck in a pacifier.)
(Cut to Blossom in flight, with the boys’ laughter echoing from below. On the roof, Brick and Butch are making fun of Boomer, who shrinks in size; the other two boys trade a high five. Blossom flies behind Brick (who's crack is visible) and grabs the waistband of his pants. A quick yank and she flies away—leaving her opposite number with his pants around his ankles and a full rear exposure for the camera, Brick is both shocked and stunned on what has happened. Boomer and Butch have a hearty laugh at the spectacle; the victim, meanwhile, covers himself with his hands and shrinks down to their size. As the gale of chortles continues, he becomes smaller still—now they are all the same size. Pull back to show the girls watching all this; from the camera’s point of view, the boys seem to be a bit smaller than they started out.)
Bubbles: It’s working! It’s working!
Blossom: Come on, girls. Let’s shrink ’em down to size!
(They zip across the roof. Buttercup gets to Butch; he is actually now about half her height, and she pinches his cheek.)
Buttercup: (baby talk) Aww, who’s almost wike a wittle man?
(He shrinks again, so much that his head passes entirely out of view. Bubbles, meanwhile, cuddles Boomer like a baby. He too is considerably shorter than when he first showed up.)
Bubbles: (baby talk) Aww, don’t cwy, wittle baby. Mommy’s here.
(He also shrinks. Now Blossom pats Brick’s head; the latter has pulled his pants up and is also much less than normal size.)
Blossom: (baby talk) Oh, no. Who’s a itty bitty, teeny tiny, dinky wittle cutie pie?
(Close-up of him during this line; under her patting and words, he also shrinks greatly.)
Buttercup: (baby talk) Aaaww, poor wittwe doo-boo!
(Butch shrinks down more again screaming with embarrassment.)
Bubbles: (baby talk) Aww hello little doopy dewbilee!
(Down shrinks Boomer more.)
Blossom: (baby talk) Aaaw, the baby poo-poo baby boo-boo ga-ga!
(Brick is the loudest of the bunch of his screams. Pull back to frame all three—now they are not even tall enough to reach the buckles of the girls’ shoes, and they are crying from embarrassment.)
Brick: (to Boomer and Butch) Stop crying, you sissies! (The girls lean down over them in time with the next lines.)
Blossom: Aww, aren’t they cute?
Bubbles: They look like tiny little dollies.
Buttercup: Yeah. We saved the day!
(The standard end shot comes up.)
Narrator: So once again, the day that will be saved—thanks to the Powerpuff Girls! Whoo-hoo! Go, girls! Go!