The Powerpuff Girls: Ch.8- A Christmas Mojo

It was the day before Christmas and everyone in Townsville felt festive and jolly. People were shopping, caroling, and giving joy to strangers on the street. Everyone was cheerful. All were full of Christmas spirit. All except for one, that is…Mojo Jojo.

In his lair, Mojo Jojo was looking out the window in disgust.

“Curses,” Mojo said to himself. “Look at them all.” His eyes hardened at the joyful people on the street filled with the spirit of Christmas. “They’re…so…happy.”

Mojo looked out the window a little more.

“Well, not for long!” he said turning away from the window. He quickly ran into his secret invention room and came out wearing a full robot suit.

“This time, I will defeat the Powerpuff Girls!” Mojo said. “And then we’ll see just how happy this holiday is for them and everyone else in Townsville!” He cackled with the deep, sinister cackle that Mojo was known for.

He made his way to the center of town in his robot suit. When he got there, he started firing laser beams at different buildings and landmarks. He cackled again, but suddenly something caught his attention. It was the Powerpuff Girls floating in front of him!

“Mojo, what are you doing?” asked Blossom.

“Can’t you see that it’s Christmas Eve?” asked Buttercup.

“Yeah,” agreed Bubbles. “We don’t have time for this today!”

“Silence!” shouted Mojo. “I am aware that it is Christmas Eve, and it is for this reason I choose to destroy Townsville tonight. I choose to destroy Townsville because it is almost Christmas and I want to ruin everyone’s ‘Holiday Cheer.’ The same holiday cheer I have come to loathe. So, I shall destroy the city, tonight, on…Christmas Eve.” Mojo cackled again.

The girls looked at him blankly.

“Alright girls, let’s get him,” said Blossom nonchalantly.

The girls proceeded to beat the robot. Mojo tried to fire lasers at the girls, but he kept missing. The girls were too fast. They surrounded the robot and took turns punching it.  It was defeated and Mojo was left in the middle of a pile of rubble on the street.

“CURSES!!!” Mojo shouted.

Afterwards, the girls flew him back to his lair.

“Here,” said Blossom as they dropped him off. “It’s Christmas Eve, so we’re not going to take you to jail today. We’ll wait until after tomorrow.”

“Wait until after tomorrow?” Mojo repeated quietly.

“Only so we don’t have to spend Christmas Eve dealing with you,” said Buttercup.

“Think of this as a Christmas present from us,” said Blossom. She flew off and her sisters followed.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Mojo!” shouted Bubbles as she and her sisters flew into the horizon.

Mojo Jojo stayed outside for a few seconds, as the streaks of light left by the Powerpuff Girls faded away. Suddenly, his eyes hardened.

“Curses,” said Mojo as he went inside. “Christmas! What a bunch of nonsense. What do I care about Christmas?” He went to look out the window. “What is Christmas but another reminder that another year has gone by without defeating the Powerpuff Girls.” He sighed. He then looked again at all the joyful people outside. His eyes narrowed. “Buh, Humbug,” he said.



Later that night, Mojo Jojo was getting ready for bed. He was still disgusted at his failed attempt to destroy the Powerpuff Girls.

“All that holiday cheer,” mumbled Mojo. He got into bed and pulled up the blankets. “Tomorrow, I’ll show them all. I’ll finally, at last, defeat the Powerpuff Girls.” Mojo drifted into a deep sleep after his words.



At 1:00 a.m., Mojo was sleeping when suddenly a ray of light came into his room.

“Huh?” he said half asleep. “What?” He turned into the direction of the light. “What is that?” he asked, now fully awake. As the light faded, a figure appeared in his room and it looked like Blossom wearing a white dress with a white bow in her hair.

“Who are you?” asked Mojo.

“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past,” said the spirit.

“A ghost?” said Mojo surprised. “What do you want?”

“I’ve come to help you,” she said.

“Help me?” said Mojo cynically. “You can’t help me. Now get out of my laboratory before I fire a laser beam at you.”

“But, Mojo, I’m here to help you become happier and more carefree,” she said.

“Yeah, sure,” he said sarcastically. “How?”

“You’ll see,” she said. The spirit took his hand and they traveled through the night sky to Townsville’s past.

“What are you doing?” asked Mojo annoyed. “Don’t you know who I am? I am the super evil genius Mojo Jojo! You can’t just take me wherever you please.”

“Mojo, we’re going somewhere important,” said Christmas Past. “We’re going to a place that you know very well.”

Before Mojo could ask her where she was taking him, they arrived at their destination: The Utonium house.

“We’re here,” said Christmas Past. “Tell me, Mojo. Do you know what this place is?”

Mojo scoffed. “How can I not? It’s only the house of my arch nemeses the Powerpuff Girls!”

“The Powerpuff Girls do live here in the present…but in the past, it’s very different place,” she said. “Here. Look and see for yourself.”

Mojo looked in the window of the house. He saw a young chimpanzee happily resting by the fireplace.

“That’s me!” said Mojo excitedly. “That’s me!”

“This is the Utonium house before you turned into an evil monkey genius,” said Christmas Past. “You were the Professor’s lab assistant and he loved you very much. When you were young, your favorite time of the year was the Christmas season.”

A smile suddenly came over Mojo’s face. “I would always rest in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve,” Mojo remembered those years, and he had a grin on his face. “It was my favorite time of year.”
Just then, they saw a younger Professor Utonium come into the living room.

“And there’s the Professor,” said Mojo. “I remember we always had the best time on Christmas Eve back then.” He watched as the Professor and young Mojo were enjoying this time together.

“Christmas is almost here, Jojo,” said the Professor to his lab assistant. “I always feel so peaceful this time of year. How about you?” Jojo squealed and laughed in agreement!

The Professor reached into his table drawer and gave Jojo a present. “Here Jojo,” said the Professor. “Merry Christmas!!”

Jojo ripped open the package and looked happily at his gift.

“It’s a banana bowl,” said the Professor. Now you’ll always have a special bowl to store your bananas in.”

Jojo picked the bowl up with his tail and climbed on the Professor’s shoulders. He was squealing in excitement because of his new gift.

Back outside, Mojo was enjoying watching his younger “self.”

“Even back then, I was such a mastermind,” said Mojo pleased.

“Did you have fun on Christmas Eve back then, Mojo?” asked Christmas Past.

“Did I have fun?” he repeated. “Look at me! Look at how I’m tiring out the Professor by jumping and swinging all over the place! Nothing was more fun than that!”

They watched Jojo and the Professor a little more.

“I remember I did enjoy Christmas back then,” said Mojo. He looked down. “That was before…”

“…before the accident with the Chemical X caused you to become an evil monkey genius bent on taking over the world,” finished Christmas Past.

Mojo looked at the spirit and then continued to watch his younger self and the Professor through the window. He started to miss the old days. Then, he remembered his life in the present. Suddenly, he had seen enough.

“I can’t watch this anymore,” he said quietly. “Take me home, spirit.”

“As you wish,” said Christmas Past. “My time is running out. But, you must not forget about who you were in the past and what you have just seen. Two other spirits will visit you tonight.” Then, suddenly the spirit vanished and Mojo was back in his room.

He looked around his room. “Huh? Where did she go?” He sat on his bed. He was contemplating whether or not it was a dream. “That’s it,” he groaned. “No more extra-large bowls of banana pudding before bed.”



Suddenly, the clock struck 2:00 a.m. Another spirit appeared in Mojo’s room. This time, the spirit looked like Bubbles wearing a brown robe and a flowered head band.

“Who are you?” asked Mojo.

The spirit giggled. “I’m the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the spirit. “I’m here to show you the happy time that is Christmas.”

“Happy time that is Christmas?” repeated Mojo cynically. “How is Christmas supposed to be happy, when I’m so miserable?!”

“Easy,” said Christmas Present. “Hold onto my robe and I’ll show you!”

“Ugh,” uttered Mojo, as he touched her robe. “Not again.”

The spirit took Mojo by the arm and they traveled to the annual Townsville Christmas party. It was held in the ballroom at the Townsville hotel. Tons of people were there. There was a stage set up with live entertainment. People were having holiday themed snacks, listening to Christmas music, and were donating toys to the toy drive. Everyone looked so happy and joyful. Mojo folded his arms in disgust as he peered through the window. Then, everyone at the party stopped what they were doing and looked toward the stage. The mayor went up on the stage and addressed the crowd.

“Hello, citizens of Townsville,” began the mayor. “Tonight is another Christmas Eve. And tomorrow is a special day that no one can wait for…not even me! The mayor paused. “After all, I keep thinking about what presents will be under the tree for me.” Everyone in the crowd laughed. “I’m hoping it’s a brand new jar of pickles or a ‘My Little Horsey.’” The crowd chuckled again. “But as I wait for my presents, and as you wait for yours, let’s make sure we all have a fun Christmas Eve!” The whole crowd cheered, and then started to sing “‘Jingle Bells.’”

Mojo was humming along with the crowd. The spirit noticed this.

“You like this song,” she said.

“Well, I…” Mojo stammered. “It’s one of the few songs I don’t hate.”

She giggled. “Come on, Mr. Mojo. Let’s join them!”

“What?!” he said shockingly. She pushed him into the room. He was looking around the room at all the people there. He could see them, but they couldn’t see him. They were all laughing and having a great time. Soon enough, all the joy became infectious and Mojo started dancing in the middle of the floor to the holiday music. The spirit looked at Mojo with happiness. After a few minutes, she went over to Mojo.

“Mojo, it’s time for us to go now,” she said.

“But, I’m just now starting to enjoy myself,” said Mojo. “Can’t we stay just a little longer?”

“No, our time is running out here,” said Christmas Present. “Plus…I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”

“I don’t,” said Mojo. “I just…well…” For once, Mojo was at a loss for words. “Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad.”

Before Mojo knew it, he was back in his room.



Mojo sat up in his bed again as if he were waking up from a dream!

At that moment, the clock struck 3:00 a.m. A gust of wind filled the room and a figure completely covered by a black cloak appeared before him.

“Are you the Ghost of Christmas Yet-To-Come?” asked Mojo scared.

The figure lifted the hood of the cloak off her head, revealing her. She looked like Buttercup.

“Yeah, that’s me,” said the spirit. “I’m supposed to show you something.”

Mojo backed away. “No way,” he said. “I’ve traveled enough for one night.”

“Look, buddy,” she said. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I suggest the easy way.”

“Fine,” said Mojo. He held onto her cloak.

In an instant, they were in the main area of Mojo’s lair.

“Huh? What are we doing in my living room?” asked Mojo. He took a closer look.

It was a complete mess. It looked like no one had cleaned it in five years. There were broken pieces of dismantled weapons and robots everywhere in the room! “And what happened to it?!”

“You’ll see,” said the spirit.

Before Mojo could ask her what she meant by that, his future-self came into the living room. He looked like a mess. His usual super-villain outfit was torn and ripped and it had stains all over it and he had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Mojo was mortified. “Is…that…me? B-But, why do I look so disgusting?”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Future Mojo answered it. It was the Powerpuff Girls.

“Hey Mojo,” said Future Blossom. “We just came by to wish you a Merry Christmas.”

Future Mojo grunted.

“We brought you something,” said Future Bubbles. There were three presents, one from each girl.

“Yeah, since you quit being a villain, you’re basically one of us now,” said Future Blossom.

“Well, not completely,” said Future Buttercup. “But, I guess you’re not that bad.”

Future Mojo reluctantly accepted the gifts. The girls started to fly out of his lair.

“See ya, Mojo!” said Future Bubbles.

“Yeah, later,” said Future Buttercup.

“Thanks again for all the help!” said future Blossom.

“WHAT!?” exclaimed Mojo shocked. “I HELP the Powerpuff Girls in the future!?”

“Yeah,” said Christmas Future.

“But? Why am I not the super evil genius?” asked Mojo. “Why am I a…HERO?” He shuddered at the word. “You got to tell me!”

“All right,” she said. “You overworked yourself and let destroying the Powerpuff Girls take over your life. You never had one happy day. Not even Christmas! Soon enough, the stress got to be too much for you and you had to quit being a villain.”

“But wait, why show me this if I can’t do anything about it?” asked Mojo. Then he stood up straight with his head up and he discovered the answer. “Because…I CAN do something about it. That’s why. I can put aside my plans for world domination and welcome joy and peace. The same joy and peace that Christmas brings. That’s why you spirits showed me all this. So I don’t end up like this.” He started to ramble. “I can’t end up this way…I can’t…I can’t…”

He stopped rambling and saw that he was back in his room. He started to look around the room. He didn’t know what time or day it was. He went to the window and looked out to see Townsville covered with fresh snow. He felt a sense of pleasure, something he wasn’t used to feeling. Then, he saw Mitch Mitchelson in the park right below his lair.

“Hey, you down there,” Mojo called out to Mitch. Mitch looked up.

“I’ll get off your lawn now,” said Mitch shaking in his snow boots.

“No, it’s fine!” yelled Mojo happily.

Mitch looked confused.

“Do you know what day it is,” asked Mojo.

“It’s Christmas Day,” said Mitch.

“Christmas?” Mojo was filled with excitement. “Yes, it’s Christmas!” He started to giggle merrily and closed the window. Mitch looked up with confusion and then he went off.

Mojo got dressed and he had a big smile on his face. He had a lot to do! Then, he looked at his watch. It was 10:00 a.m.

“Oh, I better get there now,” he said. He took off in the direction of the Powerpuff Girls’ house. When he got there he rang and rang the doorbell urgently and the Professor answered the door. He had been buttering his morning toast.

“Merry Christmas!” exclaimed Mojo as he busted into the Professor’s house the minute the door was opened.

This startled the professor. “Huh?” he said as he dropped his toast on the floor!

Mojo came joyfully into the house. “Merry Christmas!” he yelled. Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, and their cousin, Jessie, were seated on the couch and they were all completely shocked that Mojo was there.

“Mojo?” said Bubbles.

“What are you doing here?” asked Buttercup suspiciously.

“I’m here to spread some holiday cheer and celebrate Christmas!” said Mojo.

“Okay, this is really weird,” said Blossom.

“Is he feeling alright?” said Jessie.

“Oh, I feel great!” said Mojo. “In fact, I feel so great that I wanted to give you all something.” He went outside and brought in five beautifully wrapped presents. “Here you go.” He handed each of them a package. “Merry Christmas!!!”

They opened their presents one by one. Blossom was given a Chemistry set, Buttercup was given tickets to a wrestling match, Bubbles was given a set of bunny slippers, and Jessie was given a gift card to “The Coffee Blowout,” the hottest hangout in town!

“Mojo, Thank you!” yelled the four girls in unison, astonished that Mojo Jojo was handing them gifts.

The girls watched in silence as Mojo then walked up to the Professor.

“And this is for you,” said Mojo as he handed the Professor his present.

“I don’t know what to say,” said the Professor.

“Open it!” yelled the girls. Slowly, the Professor unwrapped his gift.

“Mojo…I…” The Professor was speechless. In his hands was a framed photo of young Mojo and the young Professor smiling with a sparkling Christmas tree in the background.

“What?” said Mojo. “Even the most evil of villains, like me, can show a little peace and joy on a day like Christmas.”

The Powerpuff Girls looked at each other and smiled.

Mojo spent the rest of the morning at the Utonium house enjoying Christmas. When it was time to leave, they all said their goodbyes and Mojo headed back to his lair. About halfway there, he stopped.

“Christmas was great,” he said to himself. “So restful. So peaceful.” Suddenly, Mojo was nervous. “But, what will I do tonight? What will I do tomorrow? The spirits told me to enjoy Christmas….” Just then, a slow grin took over his face. “But tomorrow is the day…AFTER Christmas.” He chuckled. “I must get home. I have much to do…”

Mojo hurried back to his lair. But for at least one day, they all enjoyed Christmas together…and who knows what next year’s Christmas will bring.