"Target: Buttercup"

[Space Ghost, Brak, and Zorak are sitting at a table in the Ghost Planet
Industries cafeteria.  Each is drinking from a coffee mug bearing his image. 
Brak looks very preoccupied.]

Brak:   Space Ghost, have you ever thought about your life?
Ghost:  Ummmmmmm... sure!  Plenty of times.
Zorak:  Every time he battled me it flashed in fronna his eyes.
Brak:   I mean, y'ever think about what'cher doin' with your life, and think,
'What's it all about, when you really get down to it'?
Ghost:  Uhhhh... not really.  Why, is something on your mind?
Brak:   Well, I've got three albums out, I almost got elected President, 'n
there's a lotta web pages about me, but what'm I really doin'?
Zorak:  Wastin' your time if you don't get on the phone with your agent and
find out why you're the only character Cartoon Network owns that hasn't been
made into a beanie doll.
Brak:   Maybe there is more I could do for the world...
Zorak:  Uh oh, he's got that *look* in his eyes.
Ghost:  Like what?
Brak:   Maybe I shouldn't be a singin' space villain.  Maybe I oughtta be-
Zorak:  A lumberjack?
Brak:   No!  A superhero.
[Space Ghost and Zorak do simultaneous spit-takes.  It ain't pretty, especially for
Brak, who is sitting in the middle.  When they both manage to choke back their
laughter Space Ghost speaks patronizingly.]
Ghost:  Brak, not everyone is cut out to be an avenger of evil, a doer of
good deeds.  It takes special qualifications.
Brak:   Like what?
Zorak:  Yeah, like what?
Ghost:  Wellll... you have to have your own costume.
Brak:   I got a costume.
Ghost:  You have to have super powers.
Zorak:  What can you do after you take off your belt and power bands?
Ghost:  [ignoring Zorak]  Well... dangit, Brak, you don't have to be
something you're not.  You're fine being an... um, what are you?
Brak:   A space pirate.
Ghost:  Um.
Zorak:  [to Brak]  Don't listen to Space Ghost.  *Anyone* can be a hero these
days!  There's no secret to it.
Ghost:  Liar!
Zorak:  All ya gotta do is make up a goofy name and call yourself a hero, and
you're in.
Ghost:  [desperately]  Where'd you hear that?
Zorak:  Phfft.  Everyone knows it.  Remember the Powerpuff Girls?
Ghost:  [muttering]  Oh, do I.
Brak:   Yeah!  They're superheroes, and they're just little kids!
Zorak:  There ya go!  Now, Space Ghost, if they let rugrats just out of their
diapers be superheroes, then why're you crushing poor Brakums's dreams?
Ghost:  [to Zorak]  You will not go to heaven.
Zorak:  Duh.
Brak:   I like the Power Puff Girls!  Hey, I got a story 'bout them!
Ghost:  Well!  Why don't we watch that, and talk about... things... later?
Brak:   All right, buddy!  I got it right here!
[Space Ghost's monitor squeakily lowers into frame beside the table.  When it
clicks into place, text appears on the screen.]
Brak:   Notice how I did that?  Maybe I should be 'Segueman'!"
Zorak:  Oh brother.

> Target: Buttercup
> A PPG Fanfic by Sailor Goon
> 
> 
> NARATOR:  The city of Townsville...

Ghost:  Home to such up-and-coming businesses as Limited Incorporated.

> Is at peace this night. Everyone is snug in their beds,

Brak:   With visions of sugarplums dancin' through their heads.
Zorak:  [talking as if in his sleep] Ugh... rrgh... allergic to sugarplums...

>                                                         and all is right
> with
> the world.

Ghost:  This story'd better be a flashback, or it'd going to get pretty dull.

> Whip pan into deep space;

Brak:   [Pan]  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  I'm going, I'm going!  Lemme get my spacesuit
on!  Jeez.

>                           after a few seconds, we approach a small planet
> in
> the 
> Alpha Centari system.

Zorak:  Whoa.  THAT was fast.
Ghost:  Perhaps those are Mainframe seconds?
Brak:   How long are Mainframe seconds?
Ghost:  Um... nobody knows for sure.  Some people say a day, some people say
thirty years.
Brak:   [singing]  In a Mainframe second, ooo-ooo, everything can change...

>                       As we descend into its atmosphere, and through the
> clouds
> To its surface,

Zorak:  We realize that we left our spacesuits behind on Earth, and choke to
death in the poisonous atmosphere.

>                 we fade into a massive trophy room, with thousands of
> stuffed
> animals,

Brak:   Wow.  That guy musta played a LOTTA ring toss at Six Flags.

> Skulls, and pieces of various lifeforms from throughout the universe on
> display.

Zorak:  Six Flags over Kzin.

> In the next room, we see a huge, hulking shape hunched over some kind of
> viewer.
> 

Ghost:  [hulking shape]  I *hate* the tiny screens on these laptops!

> Narrator: Except for here... 
> 

Brak:   Well, he *did* say all was right with the world.  He didn't say which
one.

> We now are able to see who this Person/Thing is.
> 

Ghost:  Or we could, if there were pictures with this story.

> NARATOR: OH, NO! NOT HIM! PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE HIM...
> 

Brak:   ["HIM"]  Oh dear, *no!*  I'm so *much* more chic.

> HUNTOR: I'm bored... what can I hunt tonight, eh? 

Ghost:  Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you to the plot.

> He presses several studs on his control panel, and the monitor pans through 
> Dexter's Lab.
>  

Brak:   But Dexter doesn't notice the monitor floatn' all 'round 'cause he's
trying to keep Dee-Dee from breaking everything.

> HUNTOR: Rats! Monkey Isn't there... he was always a great hunt.

Brak:   What happened to Monkey?
Ghost:  He succumbed to... the dark side.
Brak:   You mean...?!
Zorak:  Yep. Mojo Jojo.
Ghost:  I'm only glad Blip Sr. didn't live to see it.

>                                                              I could never
> catch the little bugger, but he was always great sport... eh?
> 

Zorak:  Now he's hunting YOU with a laser cannon.

> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Mega powerful lifeforms detected...potential is high!
> Repeat.potential is high!
> 

All:    Potential is high.

> HUNTOR: Great! Locate and evaluate!
> 

Ghost:  [control panel voice]  I *am* a highly advanced computer, with fuzzy
logic and self-programming capabilities.  I *can* understand something besides
verbs and conjunctions, you know!

> The monitor pans through the suburban home of the Powerpuff Girls and first
> settles on...
> 

Zorak:  The desk behind her computer's old 14-inch, using it as camouflage.

> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Name: Blossom Utonium.

Ghost:  But we call her "Blutonium" for short.

>                                             Age: 6 months, although she has
> the
> body of a 5 year old.

Zorak:  A five year old Cabbage Patch Mutant.

>                       Possesses an IQ of well over 275-
> 

Ghost:  Negative 275?  This does not speak well of today's educational
system.

> HUNTOR: Nah! Too smart. It would be like hunting Noah Webster...

Zorak:  So much for that plan about getting her soul then, huh?

>                                                               Next! 
> 
> The monitor pans over to a sleeping Bubbles, who is clutching Octi, as
> usual.
> 

Zorak:  Some people toss and turn in their sleep, some grind their teeth. 
She strangles dollies.

> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Name: Bubbles Utonium. Same age as her sister. 

Ghost:  And a very similar nickname, too: Butonium.

> Possesses an IQ of about 60. Likes to color-
> 

Ghost:  Brak, I think you've found a friend.

> HUNTOR: Move on!  Not smart enough.
> 

Ghost:  [control panel voice]  Perhaps you could have entered some
*intelligence parameters* before you started the search, Mr. Fussy?

> The monitor pans to Buttercup, who is actively, shadow boxing in her sleep.

Zorak:  I wonder if Professor Utonium ever wonders why Blossom and Bubbles
always wake up bruised in the morning?

> HUNTOR: Stop! This one intrigues me. More info!
> 

Zorak:  ThE MaStEr DeMaNdS iT.
Brak:   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Ghost:  ZORAK!  We are *never* to mention that again!

> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Name: Buttercup Utonium. Age: 6 months.

Ghost:  [control panel voice]  You've probably guessed about the nickname, so
I'll just skip it.

> Has a very short fuse. Likes to fight. Picks on sisters quite often. Anti-
> Authority. Very clever and cunning.
> 

Ghost:  [control panel voice]  Gang color, green.  Suspected of selling black
market rock candy to unsuspecting schoolmates.  No criminal record - yet.

> HUNTOR: (Excitedly) Yes! Perfect! Prepare Transporter and Power Reducing
> Restraints. We'll take her now!
> 

Brak:   [Huntor] Wait!  How much will the delivery charge be?  And can I  pay
by check?

> NARRATOR:  Oh, No!  Buttercup, Wake UP!
> 

Ghost:  [Narrator]  No, no, Lupeta!  Don't steal that doll!

> HUNTOR: Shut up you, or I'll feed you to Sally over here laddie! She just
> loves
> to eat nosy do gooders.
> 

Brak:   Wha...?  Is this one of those scary Sonic stories I've been hearin'
about?

> We see a shot of Huntor's feet, where a big, ugly saltwater crocodile is
> eyeing
> 
> The Narrator.

Brak:   [singing]  I'll get right to the point, I don't gnash my jaws for
every man I see...

>               (Off Camera) It menacingly snaps its jaws twice.
> 

Zorak:  Woulda been scarier if it'd done that *on camera.*

> NARRATOR:  Yaaaaah!
> 
> We hear a loud thud off camera.
> 

Zorak:  It's the Blair Witch Project all over again.
Brak:   I got the Dramamine.

> HUNTOR: Right. Thanks, Sally. He won't bother us again for a while, now,
> will
> he?
> Oh yeah. Where was I?

Ghost:  Ranting to your pet. Standard villainous schtick number twenty-three.
Zorak:  Twenty-seven, actually.

> Computer! Lock transporter on target, and beam her here. Now!
> 

Brak:   Then beam me a pizza!  I'm *not* waitin' thirty minutes, even if it
*is* free!

> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: Are you shure? 
> 

Zorak:  [control panel voice]  You programmed me to beam things from other
planets, but you can't even install a lousy spell-checker?!

> HUNTOR: (Slightly Agitated) Stop arguing, and do it now.
> 
> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: But sir... I think-
> 
> HUNTOR: (Very Agitated)  I DON'T  CARE  WHAT YOU THINK! DO IT  NOW!
> 

Ghost:  [Huntor]  That's it, I'm uninstalling Windows 2000 *tonight.*  Crummy
Plug and Play!

> 
> Huntor spins round to face a large, flat wall mounted machine with a
> restraint
> system
> That tailors itself to the anatomy of the selected target.

Zorak:  It's what every villain who is ANY villain is using now.

>                                                            We hear a loud
> buildup of power, 
> Similar to that old sound effect used to power up The Time Tunnel...
> 
> 

All:    Ooooh.

> JUMP CUT TO THE PPG's BEDROOM; CLOSEUP ON BUTTERCUP:
> 

Ghost:  I don't think putting that webcam on her Speak 'n Spell was such a
good idea.

> Buttercup is feeling strange. Her body feels like it's building up some
> kind of
> static charge. She begins to twitch in her sleep. 
> 

Brak:   But since she's asleep, she doesn't really feel any of this.

> BLOSSOM: (sleepily) Buttercup? What's going on?
> 

Ghost:  I bet I know who didn't use fabric softener in the last load of
laundry.

> BUBBLES: (annoyed) Com'on guys- stop with the static, eh?
> 

Brak:   [Bubbles]  Are you sticking balloons to the wall without me?

> BUTTERCUP: (Now fully awake and scared) Guys? GUYS!  What's happening to
> me?
> 

Zorak:  Just scuff your feet in the carpet a while and then touch a doorknob.

> BLOSSOM: (Yelling) BUTTERCUP!
> 

All:    TETSUO!

> She cannot believe what she is seeing. Buttercup is vanishing into
> nothingness
> before her very eyes.
> 

Ghost:  Oh, I know this trick.  Just watch, it'll turn out she's just covered
herself with vanishing cream.

> BUBBLES: (Hysterical, on the verge of tears) PROFESSOR! MOMMY! SOMETHING'S
> WRONG WITH BUTTERCUP... WE NEED YOU!
> 

Zorak:  Nothing a few days in "The Box" wouldn't cure.

> Both Blossom and Bubbles make a desperate grab for their sister, as she
> slowly
> fades
> Into nothingness, a look of sheer terror and confusion on her face.
> 

[Brak makes a "pop" noise with a finger in his cheek.]

>  Moments later, The Professor and Sandy (Ms. Keene) burst into the room,
> Confused, and somewhat still asleep.
> 

Ghost:  Ludwig... Utonium.  Sandy... Keene.  Uh-oh.  looks like one of those
modern *hippie* households.

> PROFESSOR: Girls? What's wrong?
> He snaps on the light, and he and Sandy peer into the room. Blossom is
> silent,
> but
> Trembling, struggling to maintain control.  Bubbles is crying
> uncontrollably. 
> 

Brak:   [singing]  She is the one called Sailor Moon.

> BUBBLES: Buttercup's gone... I can't feel her anymore... She's- She's-
> 

Ghost:  [Bubbles]  Not here!

> Blossom: (choking back her emotions) no! I can still feel her, Bubbles...
> Very faintly, but she's still alive! She's very far away... and in Trouble!
> 

Brak:   [Deanna Troi]  I sense intense feelings of hostility.
Zorak:  Hostility.  That's Buttercup, all right.

> FADE TO BLACK
> 
> FADE IN:
> 

Ghost:  Fade out, fade in.  Make up your mind.

> Slowly, Buttercup is waking up.
> 

Ghost:  She was awake before, but now she's REALLY awake.

> BUTTERCUP:  Wow! Whatta nightmare. Blossom? Bubbles? 

Zorak:  Bubba?
Brak:   Bubela?
Ghost:  Babushka?
Brak:   Billy Bo Bob Brain?

> She feels strangely weak. Then, she gets her bearings. She finds herself
> strapped, spread eagle in some kind of restraint device, and a strange
> metal
> collar around her neck.
> 

[All start singing Beethoven's Ninth Symphony]

> Huntor is busy at his control panel, and hasn't seen her yet.
> 

Zorak:  [Huntor]  Dum de dum dum... HEYYY!  Kid on deck!

> HUNTOR: Welcome to my Planet, Buttercup Utonium... I am Huntor, the mightiest
> and
> best stalker in this or any other Solar- Egad!
> 

Brak:   [Huntor]  Hey!  I was just rehearsing!  I didn't expect you for
another coupla minutes!

> He turns to face Buttercup, who is struggling violently against the
> restraints.

Brak:   She could just slip out, since she's got those squishy-looking arms
and legs.

> He instantly averts his eyes, noticing her condition.
> 

Ghost:  Awake?

> HUNTOR: (yelling at the top of his lungs in anger) COMPUTER!  MAKE UP SOME
> CLOTHES FOR OUR GUEST, DAM%IT!  She must be freezing, poor thing...
> Why in Crantor's name did you beam her up Naked?!?
> 
> 

Ghost:  It is times like this I count my lucky stars that fan fiction only
comes in text form.
Zorak:  Two words, Algernon.  Davey-Kins.
Ghost:  Two words, windshield bait.  Destructo ray.

> CONTROL PANEL VOICE: She wasn't that way originally, master. I tried to
> tell
> you
> That the transporter will only handle organic matter.
> 

Zorak:  So get her a cotton dress or a grass skirt or something!  Yeesh.

> HUNTOR: Never mind that. Just release her, and get her dressed! Now!
> 

Brak:   [control panel voice]  I'm placing an order with Sears now.  What's
your credit card number?

> The restraints holding Buttercup are released except for the metal collar.

Zorak:  She *likes* that part.  It looks butch.

> She
> tries to fly at Huntor, Her temper at full, blind rage. With a shocked look
> on
> her face, she falls to the cold metal floor. Just then, she finds herself
> in a
> light green body suit.
> 

Brak:   I like footie pajamas too.

> HUNTOR: Ok. That's better. Where was I?
> 
> Buttercup rises to her feet (?)

Brak:   Well, I *guess* she does.  I'm not sure.

>                                 and glares in hot raw anger at her captor.
> Once
> more she lunges for him, and does a facefault.
> 

Brak:   What's a facefault?
Zorak:  It's when your face splits in two right down the middle!

> BUTTERCUP: (Mad enough to spit nails) Stop right there, whoever you are!
> Where
> am I?  Where's my sisters?
> 

Zorak:  [Buttercup]  Where's my supply of nails?

> HUNTOR: As I was saying, welcome to my planet, Buttercup Utonium. I am
> Huntor,
> The greatest hunter in this or any other galaxy. You have been selected as
> my
> next 
> Target. In a few minutes, I will turn you loose in my private Jungle. You
> will
> have 24 
> Hours to elude me. If you survive, I will give you your powers and your
> freedom
> back to you. If you don't-!
> 

Ghost:  [Huntor]  Then we'll just keep trying until you get it right.

> Huntor points to a trophy pedestal on his Fireplace mantle. The camera
> swing-pans to it, following his finger. The pedestal is big enough for
> Buttercup to pose on, and we see an inscription on it. It reads:
> 
> 
> BUTTERCUP UTONIUM
> KILLED AND STUFFED ON 
> THIS STARDATE, 12.22. 99
> 

Ghost:  Heh heh.  I bet he thought he was saving time and money by carving
the year on there early.

> 
> 
> BUTTERCUP:  You think that I'm gonna participate in some sick alien's 
> Fantasy? No way!

Zorak:  Don't be too sure of that, kiddo.  This *is* the Internet.

> 
> 
> 
> HHUNTOR: (Very nonchalantly, as he pulls out an evil looking gun with about
> 60
> different attachments on it, and points it directly at Buttercup)

Zorak:  Negaduck wants his Swiss Army Gun back now.

> Ok then my little lady.  I'll kill you where you stand. You have till I
> reach
> ten 
> To run out that door, and hide yourself... One. Three. Five...
> 

Brak:   [Buttercup]  You're peeking!  Cut it out!

> CUT TO:
> The Powerpuff Household, which is a beehive of activity. Professor
> Utonium is on the phone to NASA,

Ghost:  [Professor Utonium]  I don't care how much it costs!  I'll get you
the funding!  Start research on interstellar travel NOW!

>                                  and Blossom is trying desperately to get
> hold
> of 
> Dexter.

Brak:   [Blossom]  Ever since I beat him in the spelling bee he never answers
my calls.

>          Bubbles is trying her best to comfort Sandy, who is crying.
> 

Zorak:  Which one is the bigger load?  You make the call!

> BUBBLES: (On Sandy's Lap) don't cry, Mom. At least we know she's still
> alive.
> 

Zorak:  [Bubbles]  Don't ask me how I know that.  I just do.

> SANDY: But where is she? Who's got her? And what horrible things are
> happening
> to her?
> 

Zorak:  I see she's read some of these Internet stories too.
Ghost:  [warningly]  Zorak...

> BLOSSOM: (Hanging up phone) Mom, I'd be more worried about the Kidnapper

Ghost:  Don't you mean... Kidnappor?

> than
> Buttercup right now... Professor, you can hang up the phone.

Zorak:  [Blossom]  I'm sick of you listening in on my calls to Dexter!

>                                                              Mom, Bubbles
> and I
> are going over to Dexter's Laboratory. He's not going to be in today, but
> he's
> gonna let me use the lab to track down Buttercup, and save her, if we can. 
> 

Ghost:  Dexter left all *that* on his answering machine message?

> PROFESSOR: (Still on phone) Ok, girls... But I'm gonna keep trying at NASA.
> We
> need a backup plan, ok?
> 

Zorak:  I bet he's going to get them to make a giant robot.  Like giant
robots are the answer to EVERYTHING!
Ghost:  Aren't they?

> BLOSSOM: Right! Ok, you two, let's go!  Mom, I know it's painful for you,
> but
> we can really Use Powerpuff Mom right now...
> 

Brak:   Um, is this gonna be about Powerpuff girl talk?

> CUT BACK TO PLANET CRANTOR: MIDDAY:
> Buttercup, despite her vastly weakened state, has managed to keep one step
> ahead of Huntor. She is tired and hungry. She has tried several times to
> remove
> the Power Restraint Collar that Huntor put on her, but every attempt has
> been
> worthless.

Zorak:  Wait a minute!  We've been watching the Powerpuff family support
group when we coulda been watching an alien hunting a kid down like an animal? 
What a rip!

> Her hope right now is to survive the next 17 hours, when Huntor said that
> the
> collar would drop off, and she would be free.

Zorak:  Little did she know that the hours on Crantor are twelve Earth years
long!  BWA-HA-HA-HA!

>                                               And when she was... she fully
> intended to 
> Make this Huntor character Black and Blue, and Red all over.
> 

Brak:   [Buttercup]  I'm gonna give him a tattoo he'll NEVER forget!

> HUNTOR: (Over Bullhorn, In distance)

Ghost:  [Huntor]  Be vewy vewy quiet.  I'm hunting toddlers.

>                                      Very good, Buttercup. You're proving
> to be
> more of a challenge than I hoped for. Now, ask yourself: Can you survive
> another 17 hours?
> 

Ghost:  [Buttercup]  Every other cartoon character in this kind of story
does, why can't I?

> BUUTTERCUP: (To self, as she once again sets about once more to free
> herself of
> the collar) Ok, Huntor, ask yourself this: Can you survive my revenge once
> I
> get this F#$%^*G  Thing off!!!!!!!!!!
> 

Brak:   Uh oh.  They better use Dexter's Rude Remover on her when they get
her back.

> 
> CUT TO:

Ghost:  Size, leaving adequate fabric for seam.

> DEXTER'S HOUSE;  INTERIOR: DEXTER'S BEDROOM, IN FRONT
> OF THE BOOKCASE ACESS PORTAL; 12:00 HOURS:

Ghost:  All right, all right, we get the picture!  No need to yell.

> Blossom, Powerpuff Mom, and Bubbles are standing in front of the bookcase,
> Blossom
> Trying to remember what books Dexter told her to tilt.
> 

Zorak:  [groans]  We could be here a while.

> BLOSSOM: (Frustrated after several attempts to remember the sequence)
> #@%! We haven't got time for this! Stand Back, you two!
> 

Brak:   I hope Dexter's got good insurance...

> With a Burst of strength, Blossom rips the bookcase, and the access door
> behind
> it off it's hinges, and throws the entire assembly through the roof of
> Dexter's
> house, and all 3 step into the lab.
> 

Ghost:  Hulk SMASH!

> COMPUTER:  Welcome, Blossom Utonium, and Bubbles Utonoum. You are
> reconized. 

Brak:   'Cause everybody else uses the *door*.

> Total access granted. Where is Buttercup?
> 

Zorak:  Meet the friendly neighborhood Plot Device.

> BLOSSOM: (Moving to the mainframe control) That's what we need your help
> on. 
> Scan our home, and report anything unusual.
> 

Ghost:  [Phong]  First you must defeat me at my favorite game, my child.

> COMPUTER:  Scanning... this will take a few minutes... Blossom, who is your
> guest?
> She is not recognized by this system, and therefore may constitute a
> security
> breach. 
> 

Brak:   [Computer]  I shoulda thought of that before.  Oh well, silly me!

> BLOSSOM: (Agitated) That's our Mom, Computer. I'll accept responsibility
> for
> her clearance to be here.
> 

Brak:   [Computer]  Is she Sugar, Spice, Everything Nice... or Chemical X?

> COMPUTER:  Granted... Results of scan. I have picked up a faint Transporter
> Ion
> trail, which leads from your bedroom to a small planet in the Alpha Centari
> system

Ghost:  Wow!  I bet if Hansel and Gretel had had a pocketful of ions, they
would never have gotten lost in the woods!

> It is class M, and capable of life support.
> 

Ghost:  [Computer]  The weather there is currently seventy-eight degrees
centigrade, with winds from the southeast at ten to fifteen miles per hour.

> BLOSSOM: (Concerned and confused) You mean Buttercup is in deep space?
> 

Zorak:  I thought *Bubbles* was the stupid one!  It *said* planet!  Hel-LO!

> COMPUTER:  The evidence is clear. Would you like to be beamed there?
> 

Brak:   [Computer]  I can do that, you know, 'cause I'm a computer.

> BLOSSOM: (Surprised) You mean Dexter has a transporter system here?
> 
> COMPUTER:   Of course... doesn't every boy Genius?
> 

Brak:   [Mandark]  But I have a bigger, faster transporter that will take you
through time as well as space!  Ha-ha!  Ha-ha!

> BLOSSOM:  Fine! Can you beam all 3 of us there?
> 
> COMPUTER: Yes... I do not foresee a problem. I can beam all three of you
> there, 
> And safely bring back four. 
> 

Zorak:  In case one of you gets cut in two.

> BOSSOM: Great! Let's do this. 
> 
> COMPUTER: I will set Transporter Systems to Autopilot, to retrieve you at a
> time
> You specify.

Zorak:  When hell freezes over o'clock.

> 
> BLOSSOM:  Beam us there, and give us ten hours. 
> 

Zorak:  At three hundred and fifty degrees.

> COMPUTER: Here... take this. It's a wristband subspace radio. With it, you
> can 
> Stay in contact with me.
> 

Ghost:  Or with Dick Tracy.  Either way.

> BLOSSOM: (Putting it on) Ok. Get us up there! NOW!
> 

Brak:   [computer]  All right, all right!  Sheesh, someone's feelin' bossy.

> A Green glow surrounds Blossom, Bubbles and Sandy,

Ghost:  REBOOT!

>                                                    as the transporter sends
> them on their journey to rescue Buttercup.
> 

[Zorak improvises any guitar instrumental from "Heavy Metal."]

> COMPUTER:  (Repeating every 30 seconds) WARNING! TRANSPORTER SYSTEMS 
> OPERATIONAL! CANNOT BE DEACTIVATED EXCEPT UNDER DIRECT VOICE COMMAND OF
> BLOSSOM
> UTONIUM...

Ghost:   D'oh!  NOW it tells us!

> CUT TO:
> PLANET CRANTOR; 14:00 HOURS:
> 
> SCENE: HUNTOR'S CONTROL CENTER. THE SAME AREA BUTTERCUP WAS
> BEAMED TO, HOURS AGO...
> 

Brak:   Y'know, since this is just a story, they don't *have* to use the same
backgrounds over and over to save money.

> We see Blossom, Bubbles, and Powerpuff Mom (Sandy)

Ghost:  In case you had forgotten who she is.

> Take shape in the now empty Control Center. They slowly take form, and
> Solidify. As they do, they quickly tense up, eyeing the entire area with
> anxiety

Zorak:  With eyes like the Power Puff Girls have, they could eye the entire
situation without turning their heads.

> And antici

All:    SAY IT!

>           pation. 
> 

Ghost:  Don't you just love the classics?
Zorak:  You mean the tired old cliches?

> BLOSSOM:  Split up, and look for clues!
> 

Zorak:  Speaking of which...

> BUBBLES: Right!
> 
> POWERPUFF MOM: (exclaiming) Kids! Over here! I see something!
> 

Ghost:  [Blossom]  Mom, you're supposed to split up, THEN find clues!

> BLOSSOM: Shure thing!
> 
> BUBBLES: What is it, Mom?
> 
> They join her in Huntor's Living room, and Blossom gasps in fear and
> disgust,
> and 
> Bubbles Lets out a terrified scream.
> 

Ghost:  They had just realized that they had committed the crime of breaking
and entering.

> POWERPUFF MOM: Dear God.
> 

Brak:   [Powerpuff Mom]  Please bring Buttercup back.  And world peace, if ya
got time.

> BLOSSOM: This creep is some kind of predator.
> 

Zorak:  How can ya tell?  Tooth marks on the silverware?

> BUBBLES: (Terrified) Blossom... Mom.... LOOK!
> 

Brak:   [Bubbles]  I can juggle!

> Six sets of eyes stare at the pedestal that sits on the mantel. 
> 
> POWERPUFF MOM: NO!
> 

Ghost:  A PEDESTAL on a MANTLE!  That thing already reaches the ceiling! 
How're you going to put anything on top of it?!

> BUBBLES: (Clutching her stomach) I think I'm gonna be sick.
> 

Brak:   Oh, it's not *that* bad.  Just take it down and put it *beside* the
mantel.

> BLOSSOM: No, you two! She's here somewhere on this Rockball, and she needs
> our
> help! I don't understand, but something is very wrong here! If Buttercup
> were
> okay, she would have disposed of this creep as soon as she was brought
> here!
> 

Ghost:  [Blossom]  Don't ask me how I know all that!  I just do!

> NARRATOR: (Having recovered his wits a few hours ago) Blossom, you don't
> know
> just how right you are!
> 

Brak:   I bet the Narrator told her.  *That's* how she knows.

> CUT TO THE JUNGLE, ABOUT 10 MILES FROM HUNTOR"S COMPLEX:

Zorak:  Straight up.  The cameraman plummets to his death.

> Buttercup is laying on the ground, her strength gone, and her spirit
> broken.

Ghost:  NO!  Go into Game Sprite mode before it's too late!
Zorak:  What ARE you talking about?

> Huntor is kneeling over her, ready to administer the coup de grace. He
> grabs
> her by the 
> Collar, and:
> 

Brak:   Says that he was just kidding, 'cause it's mean to beat up on little
kids, and anyway BS&P is making him.

> HUNTOR: Well, my fine little quarry,

Ghost:  [Huntor]  You are MINE now!
Brak:   [Huntor]  No ifs, ands, ORE buts about it!
Zorak:  [Huntor]  You don't have a chance in SHALE of getting away!

>                                      you put up a great fight... I shall be
> forever in your debt. But you have lost, and I have won. You'll make a fine
> trophy.
> 

Zorak:  Bronze her and stick her on a block of wood.  Give her away at the
next bowling tournament.

> Suddenly, from behind him, he hears three voices from He Double Hockey
> Sticks
> that sends chills up and down his spine:
> 

Ghost:  ["HIM"]  Well, we meet again, dears!

> BLOSSOM, BUBBLES, AND POWERPUFF MOM:
> PUT THE GIRL DOWN. NOW!
> 

Brak:   Um, they don't got her.  Huntor does.

> Huntor drops Buttercup out of sheer fright, and turns to face what he knows
> to
> be certain death.

Brak:   Slowly I turn, step by step, inch by inch...

>                    It suprisingly doesn't come.

Ghost:  So he didn't *really* know it, he just kinda suspected it.

>                                                 All he sees are Two Very
> angry
> Powerpuff Girls, 
> And one extremely angry Powerpuff Mom, hovering over him.
> 

Zorak:  And he gets out the flyswatter.  Ftwang!

> BLOSSOM: I'll take care of this goon. You two see if Buttercup is ok.
> 

Ghost:  She's lying on the ground, her strength gone and her spirit  broken. 
How okay does *that* sound?!

> Bubbles and Powerpuff Mom do so, both crying and sobbing.
> 

Ghost:  Who says that heroes can't have their tender emotional side?
Zorak:  Still getting "contributions" from the Wusses Association?

> POWERPUFF MOM: (Gently picking up Buttercup, and hugging her)
> Baby... thank God you're alive. We all thought-
> 

Brak:   That the "Monopoly" guy really *does* make a great mayor.
Zorak:  That you had been skipping kindergarten again.
Ghost:  That Professor Utonium's mother was a ruler.  

> BUTTERCUP: (A bit peeved) Com'on you two, don't get mushy on me. I'll be
> fine.

Brak:   Fortunately she had a spare spirit with her.

> Just  
> Get this EFFING thing off my neck. Okay? Please?
> 

Zorak:  [Buttercup]  Ya think ya can MANAGE that?!

> BLOSSOM:  Ok, I've got nature boy here trussed up.

Ghost:  What?  A heroic battle with the villain took place, and I *missed*
it?!

>                                                    He'll have to come back
> with
> us to face Kidnapping charges,
> 

Brak:   Kidnapping, with a real kid.

>                                assault, and-
> 
> HUNTOR: (Protesting) No! I am a resident of Crantor! Earth justice does not
> apply to me. I demand that you release me immediately, and leave my world.
> 

Ghost:  Ooooh, he's got a point.  Does Crantor extradite?

> BUTTERCUP: (Struggling in anger, as Powerpuff Mom Is working on breaking
> off
> the 
> Power Restrainer) NO! LEMME AT HIM! ALL I WANT IS 30 SECONDS, OK?
> 
> BUBBLES: YEAH! Let Her go, Mom!
> 

Zorak:  [rubbing his hands together]  BS&P, go take a hike!

> POWERPUFF MOM: (As she finally rips off the collar, and sets Buttercup free
> of
> its influence.) Now girls, I'm afraid Mister Huntor is right. Earth laws do
> not
> apply to him.

Zorak:  [Powerpuff Mom]  But butt-kicking is not in the law either, so GET
HIM!

> But, Crantorian law doesn't apply to us, either.  Blossom... Bubbles... Let's
> head
> back to the control center, and leave Buttercup alone with the nice man for
> awhile... I'm shure that they have much to talk about.
> 

Ghost:  Wellll... it may not technically be justice, but it works poetically
speaking.
Zorak:  Sez the guy who blew up a whole planet full of Gargyloids just
because he didn't like their idol!
Brak:   Whoa.  That's *gotta* be against the Prime Directive.
Ghost:  [Defensively]  I was young then.  And, anyway, the statute of
limitations on planet destruction is ten years.

> BUTTERCUP: (Gleefully) Thanks, Mom. I won't be too long...
> 

Ghost:  Oh, that lovable little vicious, vengeful tot.  I just want to go out
and buy an armload of green-eyed dolls now.

> POV:  Buttercup is slowly turning towards the still bound and gagged
> Huntor,
> his eyes 
> Wide in terror, as Buttercup slowly moves toward him, step by step, inch by
> inch.
> 

All:    NIAGRA FALLS!

> NARRATOR: Oh, no! I can't watch!
> 

Zorak:  I can!  Lemme see!

> SLOW FADE TO BLACK, AS BUTTERCUP POUNCES ON HER TARGET, AND WE HEAR LOUD
> SOUNDS
> OF FIGHTING IN THE DARKNESS.
> 

Ghost:  [singing]  B S & P, we're living with B, S & P...

> NARRATOR: (Through darkness, as the sounds of fighting and muffled screams
> continue) So once again, the day is saved... By Dexter's Laboratory?
> 
> THE END

[The text scrolls off the screen.  The monitor goes staticky, then squeakily
rises out of frame as if it knows it is no longer needed.]
Brak:   See!  Even little kids can be superheroes!
Ghost:  Well, uh...
Zorak:  Little kids can also be hunted like animals.  [sighs]  Just like
home.
Brak:   [doubtfully]  That sounds kinda dangerous...
Ghost:  Yes!  Yes it is.  Being a hero is *dangerous.*  Day in and day out,
dealing with villains, the worst scum of the galaxy... no offense, guys.
Zorak:  None taken.  [evil snicker]  I *know* what I am.
Brak:   I didn't think about that.
Zorak:  Don't bother with it, Brakums.  Being a hero ain't all it's cracked
up to be.  Take it from Batmantis.
Ghost:  Yeah.
Zorak:  Ya don't get the girls in real life.  Instead, ya get saddled with
some lame-o sidekicks.  Ya end up as a total loser!
Ghost:  Yeah - HEY!  How did you know about Batmantis?!  That was in a
*dream* I had!
Zorak:  [at a loss]  Um... er...
Brak:   Maybe I ought to be content with what I am after all.
Zorak:  Uh... right!  If you're a doofus, be the best darn doofus you can be.
Brak:   [proudly]  And I'm pretty gosh darned good at it!
Ghost:  Yep.  When we need a doofus, we know who to come to.
Brak:   Thanks.  [sniffling]  You guys... you're the greatest.  Group hug!
[Both Space Ghost and Zorak hesitate.]
Zorak:  Try it and die.
Ghost:  Not until someone hoses Larva Boy there down.
Brak:   [cheerfully]  Okay.



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This MiSTing is copyright (c) by the author, JenWhite6@aol.com. "Target:
Buttercup" is copyright (c) by "Sailor Goon". All Space Ghost and Powerpuff
Girls characters are copyright (c) Hanna-Barbera.  This MiSTing was done in the
name of fun, and no malice is intended to anyone.  Many thanks to "Sailor Goon"
for letting me MiST his fic!

> Why in Crantor's name did you beam her up Naked?!?