Slim: Duh…uh…uh…maybe we, uh…should, uh…open it? Slim is the first to have something resembling an idea.) ( The Boys stand in completely confounded silence for a long moment-so long, in fact, that night fades into morning above them. Cut to his perspective, with the labeled side of the envelope facing him.)īossman: ( reading, slowly) “Mojo Jojo’s Best Plan to Destroy the Powerpuff Girls Ever!” ( Back to the group.) ( Slim and Junior, look over his “shoulders” at this item. They couldn’t commit a crime even if it smacked ’em in the face. It’s the Amoeba Boys, Townsville’s most pathetic criminals ever. Cut to the Amoeba Boys, slithering through the area and not looking particularly threatening-as usual.) A gust blows the envelope out from under Mojo’s arm and carries it away pan quickly to outside the window as it floats out into the night and toward the park. ( At the window, the curtains flutter in a draft from outside. After a few seconds, he cuts himself off abruptly and falls asleep.) Turn down to show him under the covers, holding the plans in one hand and showing nearly the exact same expression. Cut to a close-up of him frozen in this same mad glee and pull back this is a picture that hangs over his bed. Still laughing evilly, he runs off across the lair, his shadow looming over the far wall, and through a door that slides shut behind him. ( Cut to him and zoom in as he laughs evilly over this soon-to-be coup de grace. Mojo: ( reading) …“Mojo Jojo’s Best Plan to Destroy the Powerpuff Girls Ever!” Cut to his perspective of it in his hands it now bears a title in big black letters.) ( He seizes the pencil and writes on the front of the envelope. Mojo: Now I’ll just keep you safe in here- ( sliding blueprint into an envelope) -until tomorrow when I shall unleash…
Now he addresses it as if it were a beloved child.) ( He kisses the blueprint, reaches down o.c. Mojo: ( from o.c.) Oh yeah, oh yeah, ooooh, that’s it! ( Back to him, triumphant.) Ha-ha! Perfect! ( He scribbles a few calculations close-up of his pencil flying on the paper.) Suddenly his eyes pop open, and he straightens up.) We hear Mojo snoring now, and the camera pans back to the drawing board, over which he has fallen asleep.
( He tosses two more wads into the pile during this line dissolve to a much larger collection of garbage. ( Camera follows the balled-up paper over to a pile of other rejected ideas behind him.) ( He groans loudly back to him.) That’s where this otherwise brilliant plan falls apart! I must find a way to keep them from flying away! Hmmm…Ooh! How about flypaper? ( crumpling up design) No! That’s stupid! ( tossing it away) No. Now they look more like their usual selves, and they take off.) Mojo: ( from o.c., pointing at X) Girls stand on X… ( tracing a path up to the platform) …get sucked up to platform, where I sit poised with a laser gun. ( Close-up of the bottom section of the blueprint.) Stick figures of the girls are drawn in to represent their motion up the tube, where a large blaster points at them.) The drawing shows a large platform standing on jointed legs, with a large tube connected to its underside and centered over an X on the ground. ( Head-on view of him and his blueprint, zooming in as he continues. Mojo: ( with mounting fervor) Yes…Yes…Yes! Yes! ( stopping work, looking at design) No. A single lamp throws light onto his efforts. He is working at a drawing board that stands by itself in its particular area of the lair. We hear the scratching of a pencil as the camera turns down toward the floor. ( Dissolve to the shadow of Mojo Jojo cast huge against the wall inside. ( Stop on the observatory, visible between two buildings, and zoom in slowly.) Narrator: The city of Townsville… ( Pan across the city as he continues.) …has brushed its teeth and tucked itself into the warm blanket of night. It has to do with the relationship to one's work.( Opening shot: the city skyline at night, with a soft glow over the horizon.) It has to do with understanding, with believing, and with practice.
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