Now, if I were a big, fat, bearded oaf, where would I keep a stupid list? [finds Santa's nice list] "Nice. Agatha Aarons, Arnold Adams..." [mumbles] "Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup"? [more mumbling] "Mitch Mitchelson"?! You gotta be kidding me! [more mumbling] "Zachary Zimmerman." Where's my name? [finds a sticky note that bears the word "NAUGHTY" above a single name: hers. She gasps] "Naughty. Princess Morbucks."? [uses a pencil to edit the list and escape]
She spoke not a word; she had finished her work, and took leave of her lie with a satisfied smirk.
Meanwhile, three children we know are heading to bed, [dissolve to a slow pan across the bed. Buttercup and Blossom are asleep, and Bubbles turns off the lights and sits awake with Octi. Light from the hall shines over her] With thoughts of the morning and what lies ahead. [silence. Dissolve to an overhead shot of the bed; she closes her eyes after a moment. Another such transition shifts the view to just over the balcony railing, the camera pointing at the bedroom door; turn down to the tree. The lights are back on] The girls drift off to sleep, their hopes at their heights, [the Professor keeps fiddling with the electrical cords] While their dad is downstairs, still working on the lights. [fade to black. Fade in to a long shot of Morbucks Manor] But there's yet one more little girl filled with anticipation, [dissolve to a pan along the trophy room, where the fireplace blazes] Not for worldwide rejoicing, but her plot's activation. [Princess is back in her street clothes. Dissolve to a close-up; she is shoveling in coal from a pile behind her] An evil gleam in her eye, this little redhead is the sole one aware there is something to dread. [cut to inside the fireplace; Princess looks over the flames and smiles evilly from ear to ear, knowing what is to come thanks to her malicious sabotage of Santa's lists. Now she approaches a window and looks out over the city] She knows that these fools, content in their sleep, will, because of her, awaken and weep. [her smile has become a grin] For, tomorrow, the world is in for a big, huge surprise. [dissolve twice to longer shots of the window and the manor] Not candy and presents, but Christmas' demise!
Then, at last, they were done. Whew! Just before dawn. So, they sped back to Townsville; to home with a yawn. [weaving back and forth due to fatigue, they fly in through the bedroom windows. Cut to a pan across the room; they float in, yawning and rubbing their eyes, and head straight for bed] They entered their room, for the wear no less worn, [Buttercup pulls up the blanket, and all three are instantly asleep] And snuggled into bed to await Christmas morn.
[Cut to a point near the ceiling. The Professor bounces into view, accompanied by the creaking of bedsprings]
[excitedly, on separate bounces] Girls! Wake up! Wake up! [jumping on their bed, annoying them] It's Christmas! It's Christmas! [stops jumping and bends down, laughing] He came! Santa came! Come on, come on! Let's go open the presents, come on, let's go, let's go, let's go! I think somebody might have gotten that new atom splitter they've been eyeing! [moans eagerly, clasps his hands together and chews his lip in anticipation. Next he starts jumping on the bed again] Come on, come on, come on, come on! [giggles]
[with her eyes shut] Professor, it's too early!
[with her eyes shut] We'll open presents later.
[with her eyes shut] Go back to bed!
[They lie down again; he sits at the corner of the bed, his head hanging, then shuffles disappointedly out of the room and pulls the door shut. The girls sleep peacefully for a moment]
[waking up] Wait a minute.
[waking up] What are we saying?
[waking up] Who cares if we're tired?
It's Christmas! [cut to the balcony. The Professor clumps along toward his own room and stops when he gets halfway there. Without warning, the girls streak past, jolting him out of his deep blue funk] Presents!
[He breaks into a huge smile and runs toward the stairs. Cut to just outside the lighted living room window; happy chatter is heard from inside, mixed with the sound of wrapping paper being torn off boxes. Pull back slowly to frame the entire house, with all its windows now illuminated, and stop on Santa at the curb. Fully suited up, he looks toward the family and then tips a wink to the camera. A touch of his nose, and the background for the end shot comes up in a flash]
[last lines] Now, all the nice kids of the world won't get stiffed. They'll look on with pure joy at every wrapped gift. So paper's torn open and ribbon unfurls, 'cause Christmas was saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!
[The Rowdyruff Boys have been resurrected (complete with meaner-looking hairstyles)]
[Smirking] Yeah? Well, you can't stop a good thing, babe!
[The Girls suddenly start to snicker]
Stop laughing! What are you laughing at?!
[Mocking; her hands are on her hips] Ooooh(!) Look who's back with mean hair(!)
[Mocking] Oh, whatever shall we do?
[Mocking] How can we defeat their scary new hairdos?
[Boomer naively inspects his hair, while Butch twitches, eager to fight. The Girls continue to laugh, and Brick gets more and more irritated until he finally snaps.]
SILEEEEEEEEEEENCE!!!!! [the Girls stop] You stupid, wimpy, lame-o girls talk too much!
You girls just got lucky last time. This time, there's no way you're gonna beat my boys!
[Boomer sees a fly buzzing over his head, and playfully swats at it]
[giggling] Are you guys sure you're ready for another beating?
[trying to sound tough] You girls are gonna eat your words, spit 'em out, and eat 'em again!
... That doesn't even make sense.
I know you are, but what am I?!
Enough! Talk is cheap! Let's do this!
[snickers dementedly] This is gonna be fun!
[Him interrupts the fight between the Powerpuff Girls and Rowdyruff Boys]
[effeminate voice] Hello, girls!
So nice to see you again! How's things? Not so good? Having a little boy trouble, hmm? Or should I say... [demonic voice] BIG boy trouble?!
[The Boys - now huge after being kissed by the Girls several times - land behind Him]
[effeminate] Hello, Boys. [demonic] You're doing just fine. [to the Girls, effeminate] So, how does it feel, Girls, to know defeat is just around the corner... [demonic] and victory for me is at hand?!
So you're behind this, Him! What did you do to make our kisses powerless?!
[effeminate] Oh, that. That's my little secret. You see, I realized that the Boys' only weakness [demonic] was your pathetic little kisses. And since I [effeminate] 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!" [laughs] I got the spell off the Internet.
[he and his brothers drank 3 cans of soda] Man, beating up people for fun is really fun!
Yeah! Beating up people for fun is really fun! [Brick throws a can in Boomer's face] Ow!
Dude! That's the dumbest thing you said all DAY!
Well you said the same thing!
Yeah, but it sounds COOL coming out of my mouth!
I know, let's punch each other in the face until someone says, “Hey, stop punching me in the face.” You first, Boomer. [punches Bubbles, who is posing as Boomer.]
[Brick and Butch laugh; Bubbles gets teary-eyed]
Heh, funny. Okay, my turn.
Nah, I'm sick of that game.
[After Bubbles sprays "Flowers are pretty... dumb!" on a wall]
For a second there, I thought you were turning girly on us.
Yeah! And "dum-buh"? Geez, Boomer, if you're gonna do graffiti, at least spell the words right! Sheesh, talk about "dum-buh".
[Brick & Butch laugh]
