[After Bunny saves the girls, she suddenly wobbles and gurgles, and shafts of white light burst out of here; there is a silent explosion of white light as the girls come to]
[A scrap of purple cloth with black stripe flutters down to the ground in front of them. They gasp in shock and sadness, realizing their sister is dead.]
[The background for the end shot comes up. Even the poor Narrator is so emotional over what happened to Bunny that he cries so hard that it takes several seconds before he can compose himself enough to get any words out. A rather depressing, slow, low-key version of the ending theme is heard.]
[crying hard for a few seconds, mourning Bunny] Oh, it's so sad, I can't take it. And so, for the first...and final time...the day is saved, thanks to Powerpuff Bunny!
[groaning] Buttercup, I have to tell you something. That's not your real blanket. It's just a fake blanket I found to get you through the fight. And since you fought just as well as ever, it obviously worked!
[angry] YOU TRICKED ME! Why I'm gonna- [continues nervously] But...if this isn't my real blanket, then...where... Ooh! [screams and tears apart the house]WHERE'S MY BLANKET?!
Oh. [Clears throat] Ah, hi, I'm calling from Townsville Community College and I'm doing a report on the Powerpuff Girls, and I was wondering, what exactly are those little girls made of?
Ah, oh, well, the Powerpuff Girls. Oh, let's see now, eight cups of sugar, a pinch of spice, one tablespoon of everything nice, and, now this one's important: accidentally add a drop of Chemical X. And voila!
Let's see, snips and snails and a puppy dog's tail . . . all that leaves is Chemical X. There must be something around here with that potency. Aha! [it's a stinky toilet] Yes, definitely Chemical X!
And furthermore, every Wednesday shall be pretzel day! [Blossom is thrown against the window of his office] Hello Blossom! [She slides down] Goodbye, Blossom. [Bubbles is thrown against the window of his office] Hello Bubbles! [She slides down] Goodbye, Bubbles. [Buttercup is thrown against the window of his office] Hello Buttercup! [She slides down] Goodbye, Buttercup. What sort of pretzels do you suppose the girls like, Bavarian, or tiny twists?
Curse you again, Powerpuff Girls! I'll be back, but next time I will not be defeated! It is you who will be defeated! And when you are defeated, it is you who will have lost!