(Opening shot: the city skyline, under a blazing sun.)
Narrator: The city of Townsville!
(The view begins to shimmer and waver in the heat.)
Narrator: (wearily, groaning) Oh! And man, is it hot.
(Cut to a slow pan along a street full of red-faced, sweaty people and pets on the sidewalk, at their windows, in their cars—absolute misery all around from the heat wave. Cut to the exterior of the girls' house.)
Narrator: Even here, at the Powerpuff Girls' suburban home—
(Inside, the Professor is working and sweating at his desk, a fan running at his elbow.)
Narrator: —the heat is making Professor Utonium hot under the collar.
Professor: (under his breath) Force equals the cosine of the direct— No, that's not it!
(Close-up of a coffee mug, labeled "Science Is Cool," on the desk.)
Professor: (from o.c.) Darn it! Ow!
(He pounds the desk, upsetting the mug, and yells in pain as its contents spill over his hand, searing it with hot liquid. Cut to a close-up of a pot on the kitchen stove. Pull back quickly to show Buttercup minding it. Blossom and Bubbles are at the table behind her, spoons at the ready, but getting impatient.)
Blossom: Hurry up with our oatmeal, Buttercup!
Bubbles: Yeah, hurry up!
Buttercup: Hurry up?!
Blossom: Yeah!
Bubbles: Yeah!
Buttercup: All right.
(She hits the pot with a quick blast of her eye lasers, and the oatmeal catches fire. Slapping the lid on, she brings it to the table.)
Buttercup: Here it is.
Blossom: Finally!
Bubbles: Finally!
Buttercup: (removing the lid) Nice and hot.
(Close-up of the pot. The oatmeal is steaming and boiling, definitely way too hot to eat, especially after Buttercup tried to speed things up with her eye lasers. Blossom and Bubbles dig in, but stop after only a bite or two, as their eyes open wide. Cut to the exterior of the house. We hear the pair scream in pain. Back in the kitchen, Bubbles' eyes have watered up, and she is fanning her tongue to cool it off.)
Bubbles: (tongue hanging out) Aah! Oh! My mouth! (Cut to Blossom in similar discomfort.)
Blossom: (tongue out) This oatmeal's too hot!
Bubbles: (from o.c.) Too hot!
(Pull back from the table to show Buttercup hovering near them, still holding the pot.)
Buttercup: So blow on it!
(Close-up of Blossom. After giving Buttercup an annoyed glare for her late suggestion after she and Bubbles have already burned their tongues, she regards the oatmeal for a long moment, then takes a deep breath to blow on her spoon. Freeze frame on this as the Narrator then speaks.)
Narrator: (sulkily) And wouldn't you know, of all days, today would be the day Blossom discovers she has a new power.
(Blossom blows on the spoon and is flabbergasted to find it coated with ice when she stops.)
Narrator: Ice breath! Brr!
(Pull back from the table. Buttercup is now seated. Blossom jumps up from her chair.)
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Powerpuff girls (male reader insert)
FanfictionThis story will be a type of what if story of if (Y/N) was raised in Townsville. So the harem is the same but it's more child crushes. Also powers will be different completely.
