NARRATOR: Ahh, summertime! The county fair will soon open on the fairgrounds of Townsville. Professor Utonium is busy setting up the Biogenetics Dome Display. The girls are home, enjoying the pleasant morning.
(scene descriptions follow, not out-loud narrations)
BLOSSOM (it’s her turn to be domestic) is cooking in the kitchen, mixing something up in a large bowl. She cracks and separates eggs, and sprinkles pinches of spices into the bowl, all without the use of fingers, of course. Loud TV noise and music can be heard.

BLOSSOM: (shouts out the doorway)Can you girls hold it down? I’m just about to put the soufflé in the oven and the noise could make it fall.

(Cut to the living room. BUBBLES is coloring on a lot of papers spread out on the floor, while BUTTERCUP watches something loud and violent on TV [WWF Wrestling?]. The radio is also playing nursery school music, like a miscegenation of Barney and Sesame Street.)

BUTTERCUP: Get 'im! Get 'im! YES!!

BUBBLES: La la la! (singing along to her radio).

BUTTERCUP: (to Blossom)Yeah, yeah. (She is too absorbed in the action on TV to pay attention.)

BLOSSOM: (flies out to the living room entrance, bowl in hand.)Girls. (no response.) Girls? (no response.) GIRLS!!! SHADDAP!!(BUTTERCUP and BUBBLES look up, startled.) Um, hold it down, please, for the next hour! I’m about to put the soufflé in and even a loud noise could make it fall! Maybe you could play outside for a while?

BUTTERCUP: (*sighs* heavily, switches off TV) Sure, no problem.

BUBBLES:(turns off radio and gathers up papers in a brief burst of blue) OK!

BLOSSOM: Thanks, guys. (She flies back to the kitchen.) Now where was I. Ok, whipped egg whites folded in, yep, and just a sprinkling of cheese on top - (as she is doing this, BUBBLES zips in behind her and, looking around, quietly takes a box of pepper from a cupboard and zips out.) Perfect! (She puts soufflé in the oven. It rises with a slow vooop! sound effect. She imagines the PROFESSOR’S delight when he is served with the dish. Her thought balloon goes *Poof!* when her superhearing catches a low *thumping* noise. The thumps are separated by a few seconds. She gasps and checks the oven. From the oven’s eye view, we see the soufflé and behind it, BLOSSOM’S anxious face. The big soufflé shudders with the next *thump*, and at then subsides into a little puddle in the pan with a NEEeeerrrthppphh! sfx.
BLOSSOM does an intake scream, hands pressed to her mouth.  She flies around the house in a pink blur, looking for the source of the noise. She flies outside and finds her sisters around the corner. They are hovering some feet away from the house wall.

BUTTERCUP: (Holding the box of pepper, she raises a bit to her face and inhales.) AH- AH- ACHOOO!!!(The force of her sneeze sends her flying backwards into the wall. *Thump!!* She giggles and tosses the box to BUBBLES.)

BUBBLES: (Repeats BUTTERCUP’S actions.) Ah - ACHOO! (*Thump!*)

BLOSSOM watches them for a few seconds, changing from aghast to furious.
BLOSSOM: ARRRRGGGHHH! (Her sisters are again startled.) You ruined my soufflé! It’s a complete mess! I’m sick of this!
BUTTERCUP: But we were just -
BLOSSOM (rants on) I should have been an only child! YOU! (pointing to BUTTERCUP.) I’m sick of all the Bruce Lee posters up, especially in the bathroom! YOU! (pointing to BUBBLES.) I’m sick of the crayon shavings ground into the carpet! That wax never comes out! (BUBBLES is staring; BUTTERCUP has her arms folded and is glaring.) I CAN’T STAND IT ANYMORE!!!! AAAA!! (She flies off at high speed.)
BUBBLES: Was that really Blossom?

BUTTERCUP: What the heck brought THAT on?

BUBBLES: I‘m not sure, but I guess she gave herself a time-out. (They shrug, exchanging puzzled glances, and fly to put the pepper back inside. The Powerpuff Hotline rings while they’re in the house. BUTTERCUP picks it up.
BUTTERCUP: Powerpuff hotline, whatcha want? (listens to squawks) We’re on our way!

BUBBLES and BUTTERCUP zip off in blue and green blurs. The camera angle is still on the Hotline phone. BUTTERCUP zips back in, scrawls a note at super-speed and flies away. The note says, in wobbly capitals, “BLOSSOM WE ARE OUT FIGHTING CRIME. MEET US ON THE FAIRGROUNDS. B.”
Cut to BLOSSOM. As she flies with her pink trail streaming out behind, the suburban landscape beneath her changes to fields and farms, then to wilderness. She flies to a craggy old mountain - an inactive volcano. She flies into a cave, thinking out loud all the while.

BLOSSOM: Why couldn’t the Professor have sent them off to camp this summer? (She flies through a labyrinth of caves, smashing through an infrequent wall or two. A stalactite drops and the camera pans down to follow its drop through a crack in the floor. It lands *boink!* on the snout of snoozing FRED, the monster from “Major Competition”. FRED wakes up, lifts his head, blinks big glowing lamp-like eyes in comic puzzlement. BLOSSOM flies on, unaware.

BLOSSOM: (calming down) I guess they didn’t mean any harm. If only they would THINK sometimes! (She has reached a place where she goes to relax, a secret hideaway. Deep in the bowels of  the mountain is a big cavern with lava pools and boiling water springs. Little flamelike creatures jump from lava pool to lava pool, sometimes in patterns. BLOSSOM hovers over a steamy spring, getting a sauna, and emerges with a sigh. Her bow is droopy, her hair is dripping wet. She perches on a stalagmite and watches the lava creatures, drips from her hair making little *hissing* sounds as they evaporate on the hot rock below.
BLOSSOM: (the scenes appearing in thought balloons over her head as she imagines them) I could never take Buttercup here. She’d want to play hackey sack, with these things as the sack. Bubbles might like this, but she’d want to draw them and her crayons would melt. Well, maybe when they’re older. (She watches a few seconds longer.) I should be getting back.
BLOSSOM flies, more slowly than she came, out of the cavern. As she retraces her flight path, she notices a large circular hole in one wall.
BLOSSOM: Hmm. That wasn’t there before.(She flies into it to investigate. We see her go in but don’t follow, and we hear her startled *GASP!*

Cut to BUTTERCUP and BUBBLES. On the horizon, we can see the Ferris wheel, roller coaster, and other county fair paraphernalia.
BUBBLES: So what did the Mayor say?
BUTTERCUP: (making Mayorial face) “Girls! Come quickly to the fairgrounds! Awk!” and then he hung up.
BUBBLES: He said “‘Awk?’” Do you think something horrible got him?
BUTTERCUP: Either that, or (disapprovingly) Miss Bellum was bending over again.
BUBBLES: Maybe he wants us to judge stuff again. Maybe we’ll get to judge sheep!
(With a thought balloon, she imagines herself frolicking with a lot of cute fluffy lambs.) I like sheep! (happily)
BUTTERCUP: (gasps) LOOK!
BUBBLES: (broken out of her reverie) What? Wow!

The scene spread out around them (they are flying low amid the fair setup) looks like Candyland come to life. Tent poles are big striped peppermint sticks, tents look like big frosted cupcakes, there are smiling marzipan and chocolate people propped up in stiff positions. BUTTERCUP and BUBBLES are appropriately stunned.

BUTTERCUP: Whoa...what a sugar-rama. Blossom’ll be sorry she missed this!
BUBBLES: Don’t worry, Buttercup! She never stays in her special “sulk place” for long.(Covers her mouth with her hands as BUTTERCUP rounds on her suspiciously.)
BUTTERCUP: What are you talking about?

BUBBLES: (frightened) Nothing! Nothing! Let’s find the Mayor and Miss Bellum!

BUTTERCUP: All right, but we’ll talk about this later. Don’t think I’ll forget.
(They pass licorice-bar cages, that hold giraffes with lollipop manes, candy-striped tigers, etc. BUBBLES yanks out a bar as they pass and nibbles. BUTTERCUP punches a tent pole and knocks a chunk of peppermint candy loose.)
BUBBLES & BUTTERCUP: (as they eat) Mmmm!
BUTTERCUP: Where are all the people? On lunch break?

They spot the enormous shadow of MOJO JOJO against a tent wall. MOJO appears to be bending over a tripod-supported gun.
BUTTERCUP: Not so fast, Mojo Jojo!

BUBBLES tears a big hole in the tent, pulling the fabric upwards as she flies. BUTTERCUP winds up and fires the chunk of peppermint straight at MOJO. MOJO topples over and his turban falls off. The remainder of the tent sinks to the ground.
BUBBLES: (returning) Didja get him? Ewwww! (She is looking at MOJO JOJO’S exposed oversized brain.)

BUTTERCUP: His brain is made of chewed bubblegum!

BUBBLES: Gross! No wonder he talks the way he does!

BUTTERCUP: No, I mean he’s candy! Even this gun is candy!

BUBBLES: (impressed) Let’s give this display a blue ribbon. It all looks so real! (She tries to fit MOJO’S turban back on his head. BUTTERCUP lifts the fallen tent fabric, and sees the candified forms of SARA BELLUM, the MAYOR, and the PROFESSOR. BUTTERCUP’S face freezes into horror for a second, then she looks at BUBBLES who is busy trying to stand MOJO up.)

BUBBLES: (propping MOJO against his gun) There! Now you’re all better.

BUTTERCUP: (flies around to the front of BUBBLES) Bubbles, we need Blossom. Do you know where she is?

BUBBLES: Huh? Nope! Nope nope nope!

BUTTERCUP: Listen, I don’t care if she has a secret treehouse or whatever. But I think Mojo turned everything here into candy, with that gun, and then turned it on himself. And we are going to have to find some sort of anti-ray to turn everybody back before!

BUBBLES: (not understanding) Before?

BUTTERCUP: Before a rainstorm comes and they ALL MELT! (BUBBLES looks fearfully up at the sky) Before a horde of ants come and they’re ALL EATEN! (BUBBLES quickly scans the ground and begins to open her mouth for a big cry) We don’t have time to wail about it! C’mon! Oh, forget it - split up and search for clues! (They tear off in opposite directions.)

BUTTERCUP flies into the Fun House, looking carefully to the left and right. The first mirror she encounters distorts her reflection into a long, stretchy, wavy image. The next one stretches her diagonally, lower left to upper right. The next mirror does the opposite. The fourth shows her super-fat. She *giggles*, then gets back on task. The fifth mirror shows her reflection as a normal little girl – normally proportioned head, eyes, etc., and she has fingers. She stops, disgusted.

BUTTERCUP: Eeeyuch! That is the most grotesque thing I ever saw in my LIFE!
A *crunch* makes her turn around. Another clown is approaching her down the hall of mirrors. The camera doesn’t focus on the mirrors, but his shape is distorting just as BUTTERCUP’S image was distorted – wavy tall and thin, diagonally, fat, as he advances toward her.  As his shapes cycle towards “real”, they stop. He is solidified into a big (well, bigger than Rainbow) clown with a big shabby coat.

CLOWN: Helloooo, little girl. Looking for something? (He has an light oily voice. We almost recognize it. BUTTERCUP does too, and draws back to attack position.)
BUTTERCUP: Whaddya want, clown?
CLOWN: Oh, I just wanted to give you a little present. We love the Powerpuff Girls! (He almost sneers the last sentence. BUTTERCUP flies at him to punch him, but is brought up short when he whips open his coat to show what he’s hiding. [No, not that!] He has a big smiling gingerbread cookie of -)
BUTTERCUP: (screams) BUBBLES! (The ‘Puff cutout cookie is tan, life-sized and has all BUBBLES’ features marked out in frosting. Blue dress, etc.) You’re gonna pay for this, you ugly creep!

CLOWN: Why, what’s the matter, don’t you like gingerbread?
BUTTERCUP: You give me her right now or I’m gonna bust your head open!

CLOWN: (wagging finger at BUTTERCUP)Ahn ahn ahn! Cookies crumble, you know (holds BUBBLES up by her pigtails to block BUTTERCUP). You were right about the hungry horde, my dear. Only it wasn’t ANTS. Tomorrow, when the fair opens, who will rush in to the World of Sweetness?  Who will have all the sugar they can get their mouths on – for free?
BUTTERCUP runs at him, smashing mirrors in a zigzag fashion as he ducks and weaves.

CLOWN: And the sweetest part is, the Powerpuff Girls will be devoured! You’ll be out of my beard forever! Thanks to the wonderful citizens of Townsville and all around the county!

BUTTERCUP: You ARE the vilest of vile! (CLOWN bursts out of his shabby coat, turning into the sphagetti-limbed HIM. HE lobs a little grenade at her, she dodges but it explodes, letting a fall of white specks (powdered sugar?) that fall slowly. BUTTERCUP is touched by some and butter brickle rapidly forms over her arm, spreading over her body.
BUTTERCUP: Blossom’ll get you! (The butter brickle closes over her mouth. )

HIM: Yessss. (deep harsh voice) Now where is she. (HE drops BUBBLES by BUTTERCUP. Camera shows the cookie falling in slo-mo on its back.)

Cut to BLOSSOM. BLOSSOM has flown up a long wide tube that leads to –
BLOSSOM: The observatory! Mojo Jojo’s lair! (whips out a tiny tape recorder from an invisible dress pocket and clicks record button) Blossom’s Log: Twelve twenty-eight, Saturday. I am in Mojo Jojo’s laboratory. Followed a pipe from – uh, never mind! Anyway, same old stuff here – wait, (she is sorting through the papers, gadgets and other junk on MOJO’S table, collecting some gadgets in her other arm) here’s some familiar-looking blueprints. It’s Fuzzy Lumpkins’ Meat Gun! (flies to another table, reads at superspeed through notebooks in horror) And here’s the modifications Mojo made to it so it lobs mutagenic candy grenades! He calls it the “Sugar Shooter!” He’s going to test it on the circus animals at the fair? Today? (wonderingly)I didn’t know a circus was coming too. Huh. (Puts away tape recorder, zips over to telephone, calls home) No answer!! I’ll just have to go myself!

Cut to BLOSSOM at the fair.
BLOSSOM: SPLIT UP AND LOOK – oh, right. (Whips out tape recorder.) Blossom’s Log: Twelve thirty-two. Everything very quiet. Too quiet!
HIM: (rears up behind BLOSSOM.) Peekaboo.
BLOSSOM: (whirls) YOU! (Her hand blurs to her pocket and back, but she is still holding the tape recorder. This occurs in the blink of the viewer’s eye.) You’re at the bottom of this!
HIM: Oh yes. I am the infernal inspiration which moves many a villian to brilliance. But I just couldn’t help myself – I had to lend a hand today!
BLOSSOM: (Her face is “c:<” read the face the other way, mouth on the left  ) You know, sir, I’d love to fight, but I just realized I also left a chicken defrosting in the sink, and I’d better be getting back.

BLOSSOM presses a button on the tape recorder. It is, however, MOJO JOJO’S anti-Sugar Shooter device, and the grenade in HIS claw explodes, turning him into a shower of Necco wafers.
HIM: (voice only, faintly and fading) I’lll…bee…baaack
On the ground, BUBBLES unflattens and rehumanizes, and BUTTERCUP bursts out of her candy shell, sending shrapnel everywhere. They fly up to join BLOSSOM.

BUTTERCUP: Blossom!

BUBBLES: Blossom!

They all babble together.

BUTTERCUP: So where were you?

BLOSSOM: Ummm – just out for a stroll!

BUTTERCUP: Mm-hmm.

BLOSSOM: (hastily) We have to pick up dessert on the way home. What should we get?

BUBBLES: Ice cream and cookies!

BUTTERCUP: Any candy, as long as it’s not THESE things. (She sticks out her tongue and we see a Necco wafer on the end of it.) Bleah. (They all laugh.)

NARRATOR: And once again, the day is saved thanks to the POWERPUFF GIRLS!