Power-Noia/Transcript

Narrator: The city of Townsville! (Pan across and turn down to a street; the light changes and people cross.) A handsome hamlet bustling with life.
(A fellow whose clothes suggest he might be from Texas steps to the corner, looks down at his watch, and whistles to hail a passing taxi. Overhead view of a coffee cup on a table as it is picked up; during the next line, pull back to show it held by one of three laughing people seated around an outdoor table at a café.)
Narrator: A beautiful burg where the sound of laughter fills the air.
(Other customers laugh as well. A young man and woman, lost in each other’s eyes, walk along in front of the café.)
Narrator: But tread lightly, young lovers.
(The ground shakes; they look up in shock as a shadow covers them, and he jumps into her arms.)
Narrator: Beauty walks the razor’s edge in this broken borough.
(Cut to the shadow’s source as it moves into view: a towering gray lizard beast with seven eyes.)
Narrator: And terror is just around the corner!
(The creature spits an energy beam from its mouth toward the ground. Flames and screams start to rise toward it as it smiles maliciously. A man runs near one of its feet.)
Narrator: Someone, do something!
(The monster only smiles. At a newsstand, a man has his head buried in a paper while the proprietor closes up shop.)
Narrator: Oh, man! This carnage is creeping me out!
(The newspaper reader looks up, alarmed. Cut to just outside the front doors of Malph’s Market; they slide open and an old woman slowly emerges.)
Old woman: Run for your lives! (Several screaming customers charge out past her.)
Narrator: What’s wrong with you people?! (Cut to a city bus; its driver panics.) Get ahold of yourselves!
(Said driver takes a flying leap and crashes out through the door, the camera panning back toward the rear of the bus as he does so to show all the passengers also in terror. The vehicle speeds o.c. to the sound of a crash; pull back to show that it has just gone over the side of the bridge and is plummeting toward the water. As the passengers’ screams tear the air, cut to just outside a donut shop. Two cops step outside and look, still carrying their sinkers and coffee. During the next line, they get the full measure of what they are up against.)
Narrator: Ohh…isn’t anyone brave enough to stand up to this terrible tyrant?!
(The cops retreat slowly to the donut shop, the doors slamming shut once they are in. Now the beast lifts one giant foot.)
Narrator: Looks like this is Sayonara, Townsville!
(The foot comes down and crushes a building. The monster laughs over the destruction, but is suddenly cut off by a piece of debris that is flung into view to strike it in the head.)
Narrator: But wait! What’s this? Someone has issued a challenge! (Cut to the girls charging.) It’s the Powerpuff Girls!

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(The girls have their night gowns on and brush their teeth in the bathroom. Just then knocking on the door was heard.)

Girls: Come in.

Pooh Bear: Good evening, girls.

Girls; Good evening, Pooh Bear.

Piglet: I see you girls had a busy evening.

Buttercup: Sure, did, Piglet.

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Bubbles: Hey, what's that on your dress?

Buttercup: What?

Blossom: Yeah, it looks kinda like a, like a.

Pikachu: Pika Pika.
(Misty screams in horror)
Misty: I can't stand bugs!!!
Buttercup: Spider! (swipes off the spider) Huh?
Bubbles: (giggles) Oops, I guess that was just a spot. Wow, you're really freaked.
Buttercup: I did not!
Bubbles: Did too.
Buttercup: Shut up, Bubbles! You're scared of everything!
(The heroes rolled their eyes upon listening to the argument.)
Bubbles: No, I'm not!
Buttercup: Yes, you are!
Bubbles: No, I'm not!
Buttercup: Yes, you are!
Bubbles: No, I'm not!
Buttercup: Yes, you are!
Blossom: Girls!
Rabbit: Stop all this bickering at once!
Blossom: Yes, now look, it doesn't matter if anyone's scared. We've all got super powers. And as long as we stick together. We can overcome our fears.
Piglet: I get scared too, Blossom.
Blossom: Sure, Piglet, everyone get's scared.
Buttercup: Yes, you are!
Bubbles: No, I'm not!
Misty: (groans) Here you girls go again.
Ash Ketchum: Girls, cut it out!

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(He closes the door again; back to the bed, where Bubbles immediately whimpers a bit at losing her light. She turns to face the wall—she is sleeping in the section near the windows—and sees a gangling, grinning clown doll crumpled on a chair in the corner of the room. It wears a belled cap and ruff collar. She whimpers some more and clutches Octi tightly to herself; a slow creak of hinges draws her attention away from the clown doll. It is coming from somewhere past the foot of the bed. She gasps softly; cut to her perspective. At the other end of the room, the open closet door swings shut.)
(Back to Bubbles, who gasps again and pulls the covers up over her head. She shakes beneath them as the camera pans slowly across the bed. Blossom, in the middle section, is asleep but sweating.)
Blossom: (talking in sleep) Oh, no…didn’t study…test…fail…oh, no…
(The camera continues its pan and stops on Buttercup, in the section near the door. She is wide awake and holding a can of insecticide; she sprays herself, then tosses it aside and settles down to sleep. Pull back slowly to frame the entire room—the clown doll is gone from its chair in the corner. The silence is broken by the effeminate laughter of “Him” as what little light there is goes red and a ribbon of pink mist swirls in through one of the windows.)
(Suddenly, Him goes into the girls' room in mist form.)
Him: (voice) What's this I hear? Tortured by the things you fear? (Overhead view; the mist soaks into the girls' heads.) Nighty-night, friends. Pleasant dreams… (laughing) …pleasant screams.
(Snap to the exterior of Pokey Oaks Kindergarten during the day. The front door is open; cut to inside it. The colors are very muted and gray, and the lights are dim. A beaming and fully dressed Blossom, also grayed out, comes up the walk to the door. However, her good cheer gives way to a stunned look once she is inside. In front of her is a room filled with kids who glare at her from their seats with pure hostility—including her sisters. A single empty chair is in the middle of the room, sitting within a single shaft of light from overhead; Ms. Keane stands by this with the same harsh look. When she speaks, her tone is soft but menacing.)
Ms. Keane: Blossom! We were just talking about you. (gesturing to a chair) Please, take your seat.
(Blossom advances nervously into the room and sits down.)
Ms. Keane: (pacing) Children, can anyone tell me what today is?
(When the kids speak, they look and sound as if they are hypnotized.)
Class: Yes, Ms. Keane.
Ms. Keane: (closing door) What is today?
Class: Today is report card day, Ms. Keane.
Ms. Keane: That’s right. And can anyone tell me why report card day is soooo special?
Class: Yes, Ms. Keane.
Ms. Keane: Why?
Class: Because report cards are the single most important determining factor to consider when judging the worth of an individual’s life.
Ms. Keane: That’s right! (She laughs.)
Blossom: (whispering to her younger sisters) Hey! What’s going on?
Ms. Keane: (pacing) So, therefore, if one gets bad grades, one’s life is worthless. Correct?
Class: That is correct, Ms. Keane.
Blossom: (whispering) Hey! (Close-up of the girls.) Bubbles! Hey!
Ms. Keane: (from o.c.) Blossom! (Pull back to frame her.) You have something to share with the class?
(Blossom shakes her head silently.)
Ms. Keane: How appropriate that it’s you who should interrupt. (She starts to pace again.) Once again you’ve failed to pay attention.
Blossom: Me? I always pay at—
Ms. Keane: Now you’ve failed to communicate.
Blossom: But you interrupted—
Ms. Keane: You’ve failed to cooperate.
Blossom: I’m trying, but you—
Ms. Keane: You’ve failed to prepare.
Blossom: But I always prepare!
Ms. Keane: ARE YOU PREPARED TO FAIL?!
(This catches Blossom flat-footed. Her eyes shine with fear.)
Blossom: (stuttering) Fail? (Ms. Keane only glares down at her.) Ms. Keane, I-I—
(On this, last, the camera pulls back from her until it is behind the front desk. A report card with Blossom’s name lies on it; Ms. Keane picks this up.)
Ms. Keane: Can anyone tell me what this is?
Class: It’s a report card.
Ms. Keane: That’s right!
(She gives it to Blossom, who looks it over. Even though this is a kindergarten, the document lists her class level as preschool—adding insult to injury.)
Blossom: (still stuttering) I-I-I…but…I-I-I…but…Ms. Keane, I-I-I—
Ms. Keane: (chuckling menacingly) You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? (Blossom nods reluctantly.) It’s because you’ve failed, isn’t it?
Blossom: (shivering) I-I-I—
(Ms. Keane snatches the report card away from Blossom and holds it in full view: an F in every subject.)
Ms. Keane: BEHOLD! (The class gasps.)
(Now her tone and that of the other kids becomes increasingly venomous—though the kids still sound hypnotized.)
Ms. Keane: Children, why is a report card so special?
Class: Because report cards are the single most important determining factor to consider when judging the worth of an individual’s life.
Ms. Keane: That’s right! (She crumples the report card and throws it at Blossom’s feet.) So what should we do with her?
Class: A test! A test! A test! A test! A test! A test!
(Blossom vacates her seat and zips to the front door; she tries to open it, but to no avail.)
Blossom: What’s happening?!
(She looks behind herself and finds Ms. Keane and her classmates slowly advancing on her. Their eyes are glowing red—her sisters included. She tries the knob again, then rams the door and gets nothing for her trouble. Crumpled on the floor after this attempt, she backs up as far as she can as the collective shadow falls over her.)
Blossom: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(Dissolve to her in bed—this has been her nightmare. Now it is her turn to whimper in her sleep. Bubbles has dropped off and pushed the covers off her head. Blossom turns over, one of her arms falling across Buttercup and waking her up. Groaning, the latter sits up and coughs a bit.)
Buttercup: I need some water. (She gets out of bed.)
(Cut to the darkened bathroom; the lights come on, and she approaches the counter. The colors are rather bluer than normal. She fills a handy glass, drinks it down, and heads back toward the bedroom. A large spider scuttles across the floor in front of her; she gasps and backs into a corner. The sound of more pests—many more—causes her to look up in alarm toward the source: a horde of arachnids descending the walls. Screaming in terror, she rushes to the closed bathroom door and pushes it open after a brief struggle with the knob.)
(Cut to a creepy world of squares and random objects. In the middle of this is a door, which opens outward to reveal Buttercup in the bathroom—we are now watching her bad dream, whose first scene began when Blossom “woke her up.” She is back in her dress and normal colors, and she nearly tumbles over the threshold into the maelstrom. Only one foot and her hand on the knob keep her on balance. A gigantic spider crawls toward her from behind; she cries out and leaps into the chaos.)
Buttercup: It’s a good thing I can fly-y-y!
(On the end of this, she loses her forward momentum and drops like a rock.)
Buttercup: No, no, no! No, no, no, no!
(More of the same, giving way to a scream, as she falls toward a Spider-Gargantuar whose mouth gapes open, ready to catch her. She also flaps her arms furiously, trying to pull a Wile E. Coyote, and manage to catch the edge of a platform just short of the mandibles. Pulling herself up and out of their reach, she runs for it an instant before one of the legs slams down on the platform and the creature gives chase. She jumps a gap to reach another platform and races along for a while before tripping and landing flat on her face. When she stands up, she gasps at the sound of more spiders; four land around her, but she slips through an opening and starts running again. The four spiders pursue and are joined by several others.)
(Cut to Bubbles in bed; she sits bolt upright, gasping in fear. Pull back as she looks toward the rest of the bed, where her sisters are sleeping like logs. Silence. A jingling of bells draws her attention toward the corner of the room; she notices the empty chair and whimpers a bit. Her perspective: the room is quiet and free of any obvious malevolence. Back to the bed.)
Bubbles: (softly) Blossom? Buttercup?
(The jingling is heard again, this time from somewhere near Buttercup’s side. It seems to be coming from a couple of shelves filled with toys on that wall, but nothing is moving. Another jingle brings her attention to the other end of the room. Her perspective: the closet door is ajar, but a shape is ducking inside and closing it. Its gangling arms and legs betray it as the clown doll. Back to her.)
Bubbles: Girls!
Buttercup: (muttering in sleep) Huh? Big baby.
(The jingling again. Bubbles’ perspective: a teddy bear stands on the foot of the bed, facing her. It wears a clown’s pointed hat and a belled collar. Pull back across the room to show her regarding it with no small degree of unease. Close-up of the bear, then of her. A few seconds pass before she manages to get some words out.)
Bubbles: (very nervously) Uh… H-Hi, little teddy bear. Uh, what are you doing here?
(The bear stands mute, as one would expect an ordinary stuffed animal to do—its smile is perhaps a bit wider than before. What it does next definitely falls outside the range of normal teddy bear behavior, though. That smile stretches to reach from ear to ear, the lips parting to reveal a grin of pointed teeth; the ears grow to points; the hind legs become pointed as well; pincers sprout from the ends of the front legs and tear through the fabric covering—the overall impression is that “Him” has exerted his influence on it. Bubbles watches, hands to her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise, as low, wicked laughter echoes through the room. While her sisters continue to sleep, the toys on the shelves have taken on their own sinister smiles. Now a brigade of toys runs out of the closet, each with a face that looks something like “Him”; the last one out is a long, jointed plastic snake with that same face. It coils tightly around Bubbles and picks her up as the others watch, gathered around the bed.)
(Bubbles finally finds her voice. The remaining lines in this act are delivered at low volume.)
Bubbles: B-Buttercup? Blossom?
Blossom: (sitting up, groggily, eyes closed) What is it?
Bubbles: Everything is trying to eat me.
Blossom: Look, whatever it is, it isn’t real. (The snake constricts and begins to slowly strangle Bubbles, as her face turns purple from being denied any air for her lungs.) Just tell yourself it’s not real, and it will go away, okay? (She goes back to sleep.)
Bubbles: Okay. (She closes her eyes.) Not real.
(Snap to black, which gives way to a view of the grinning toys as if an eye were being opened partway—this is Bubbles’ perspective. The teddy bear is at the front of the group. She closes her eyes again.)
Bubbles: Not real.
(She opens her eyes partway—now the toys are even closer—then closes them again.)
Bubbles: Not real!
(She opens her eyes partway—the teddy bear’s face fills her field of vision—then closes them again.)
(In the other room, as our heroes sleep, Him, in mist form, floats over them, and laughs.)
Him: Oh, this is so much fun! My assumptions are correct. The girls do experience fear. Hmm.... Let's raise the stakes! I want to see them tremble when I make one of their friends turn against them while haunting their dreams. Oh, this is gonna be a blast! Let's see. Which one would it be? Hmm... (sees Ash) Oh, this one will do! (laughs as he goes into Ash's head, possessing him in his sleep)
(In Ash's dream, Ash grunts in pain as Him enters his head and invades his mind. He succumbs to the mind-control, stands up and his voice sounds like Him as he slowly begins to cackle. His body is suddenly engulfed in an orange and red-colored aura.)
(Opening shot: a dim vertical shaft of light against a dark background. Turn down to show this as the beam in which Blossom was sitting during her nightmare, to the sound of her classmates chanting “A test” and sounding hypnotized as before. We are back in the classroom; she stands in the light, her hair bow replaced by a dunce cap and any semblance of confidence gone. The kids—their eyes no longer glowing red— are gathered behind Ms. Keane, who now wears the same makeup as “Him.” Her ears have also grown points like his, and her voice has taken on a gleefully taunting tone, echoes like that of “Him” and takes on overtones as if he is saying the words along with her in his effeminate voice.)
Ms. Keane: Okay, Blossom, (Back to Blossom, she continues o.c.) you know the rules.
Blossom: I do? (Ms. Keane again, now holding a stack of cards.)
Ms. Keane: That's one!
(A trap door opens under Blossom's feet; she gasps and sidesteps it.)
Ms. Keane: Remember, you're playing for your life in this game. Gotta stay on your toes. Get it? Ha, ha!
(She laughs; the other kids join in for several seconds.)
Ms. Keane: (evil undertone) SILENCE!
(They fall quiet; she addresses Blossom and starts to read from her cards.)
Ms. Keane: (effeminate undertone) Now, first question. What's 2 + 2?
Blossom: 8!
Ms. Keane: (evil undertone) Wrong!
(A laser gun descends from the ceiling and fires at Blossom; she ducks but gets the top of her dunce cap shot off. The gun rises away.)
Ms. Keane: (effeminate undertone) What's 3 x 9? (Cut to Blossom, her bow back in place.)
Blossom: 24!
Ms. Keane: (from o.c., evil undertone) WRONG!
(A shadow appears by Blossom and grows to envelop her. She looks up, gasping in shock, and dodges aside an instant before a huge block crash down and puts a hole in the floor where she was standing. Looking over the edge, she gasps at what she sees: the same surrealistic/Cubistic landscape through which Buttercup fled from the spiders in her nightmare. Camera stays on her.)

Ms. Keane: (from o.c., effeminate undertone) What's 150 - 1?

Blossom: 15. (Back to Ms. Keane.)

Ms. Keane: (effeminate undertone) Wrong!

(The building shakes as a fissure opens in the floor at Blossom’s feet and races toward the back wall and up to the ceiling. She gasps in shock; in seconds, the crack has formed a closed path splitting the front end of the classroom from the rest, and thus her from everyone else. The front end falls away as if it were a piece of cheese being cut from a block; the psychedelic turmoil continues outside. Blossom’s hand reaches over the broken edge of the floor, followed by the rest of her as she climbs back up. Everyone laughs at her, with “Him”'s effeminate glee echoing in the room. Blossom is more scared than ever, until suddenly...)

Ash Ketchum: (possessed; suddenly appears and speaks in an effeminate voice) Blossom... (she gasps, and he cackles in "Him's" voice while his eyes glow red)
Blossom: Ash?!
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) What's wrong, Blossom? You scared? Aww, don't worry. I'll protect you. (tries to grab her, but she flees from him)
(Blossom turns back to Ms. Keane and the class as they continue to laugh—and she finally makes the connection.)
Blossom: Wait a minute. This isn't real. That laugh… (Ms. Keane has been transformed.) …those claws… (The other kids as well.) …this place. And (looks at the possessed Ash as he gives a sinister grin and becomes shrouded in a dark aura as he laughs evilly; she gasps in realization) Ash.... (stands to her feet, knowing what to do) Enough! Next question.
“Him”/Ms. Keane: (effeminate voice, laughing) Hoo, hoo, hoo! Sure. Next question. (evil voice) What is the square root of 7? (Effeminate laughter from her and others.)
Blossom: Seven doesn't have a square root. It's prime! (A tense silence.)
“Him”/Ms. Keane: (evil voice, clearing throat) Ahem. That is… (effeminate voice) …uh, correct. (tossing card, reading new one) What is the algebraic formula for determining the area of a triangle?
Blossom: 1/2 the base times height.
“Him”/Ms. Keane: (grudgingly) That's correct. (A new card; rapid talk.) If a train leaves Boston at 12:30 P.M. traveling at 75 miles per hour, and another train leaves Los Angeles at the same time traveling at 90 miles per hour, (to evil voice) which one will get to Cuba first?
Blossom: Neither. Trains don't go to Cuba, Ms. Keane.
“Him”/Ms. Keane: (effeminate voice) Oh, how perceptive of you. (to evil voice, tossing cards away) Oh, well. Tests bore me. You think you're so smart, don't you?
Blossom: I outsmarted you, didn't I?
(She jumps backward over the edge and falls from sight. “Him”/Ms. Keane and other kids peer into the abyss.)
“Him”/Ms. Keane: (effeminate voice) Oh, that wasn't too bright. Ha, ha! (She laughs; to the possessed Ash Ketchum) Go, my pet! Go and destroy her along with the other Powerpuff Girls! Give them pain and make them tremble for their own fears!
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) Yes, master. (jumps down after Blossom)
“Him”/Ms. Keane: (effeminate voice, laughing) Time to make this game a little more interesting. Try this on for size, girls. (his eyes glow red and places another spell on the possessed Ash: a transformation spell)
Blossom: (sees the possessed Ash jumping after her; gasps) Uh-oh!
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; cackles wickedly)
(Ash goes to attack Blossom, but she dodges and freezes him with her ice breath. He falls to the ground, and she goes for Buttercup.)
(Blossom drops headlong toward the gaping maw of the enormous spider beast that menaced Buttercup. From this height, we can still see the gang of spiders that chased her; they have cornered her at one end of a platform, not far from the big one. As they move in for the kill, Blossom goes into a screaming dive. With the gang still advancing on her, Buttercup takes one step too many backward and plunges off the platform—only to be caught by her sister with no time or space to spare. The giant spider’s teeth snap on a mouthful of air, and the two girls touch down on an unoccupied platform. Buttercup’s bravado and hell-for-leather demeanor have completely evaporated—her fear of spiders has taken deep root.)
Buttercup: Blossom, what's going on?
Blossom: I'm afraid there's not much time to explain. Those things are moving fast. Let's go!
Buttercup: Wait! I can't fly!
Blossom: Well, then, you can ride.
(Blossom grabs Buttercup and flies her across the rim. The possessed Ash breaks from the ice and roars in anger. But in the process of breaking free, Him's transformation spell starts to kick in, making Ash's skin turn red. As the possessed and transforming Ash recuperates, he sees Blossom and Buttercup escaping and grins evilly, growing horns and a huge tail.)
“Him”: (effeminate voice) Yes! The transformation spell is working perfectly! Once that's complete, the girls will finally meet their doom! (laughs) Now, my pet, go and destroy the Powerpuff Girls!
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; his eyes glow red) Yes, master. They must be destroyed at all costs. (continues to pursue the girls)
“Him”: (effeminate voice; laughing evilly)
Buttercup: Ahh! Blossom, will you please tell me what's going on?!
Blossom: No time!
(Just then, the possessed Ash Ketchum jumps in and looms over Blossom and Buttercup.)

Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; cackles wickedly)
Buttercup: Ash?!
Blossom: (in her thoughts) Oh, no! Him's using his power to turn Ash into something monstrous!
(The possessed Ash goes to attack Buttercup as his fist is inchoated with fire.)

Buttercup: (screams) Ash, what's wrong with you?! What are you doing?!
Blossom: (quickly saves Buttercup from getting clobbered by the possessed Ash) Sorry, Buttercup. But I don't think Ash is home right now. (the possessed Ash roars in fiery anger as he suddenly sprouts demon wings; more spiders close in on Blossom and Buttercup) Now, quick, help me with this!
Buttercup: But what about Ash?
Blossom: We can help him later! Right now, we need to conquer our own fears first! (she and Buttercup tug on the rope and break it) When I say jump, jump, okay?
Buttercup: If you say so!
(The spiders along with the possessed demonic Ash begin to close in on Blossom and Buttercup.)
Blossom: Now!
(Blossom lassoes the rope onto a cliffside and the tips the spiders into the bigger spider's mouth.)

Buttercup: That was awesome, Blossom! You really are the smartest girl in Townsville!
Blossom: Aw, shucks. I was just being resourceful.
Buttercup: Whatever. You kick butt.
(The possessed Ash appears above them and sarcastically applauds Blossom for her quick thinking.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; sarcastically) Bravo. Very impressive, Blossom. I have to admit. That was a very good plan. But you're forgetting one thing. You're not the only resourceful one around here. (expands his new demon wings and begins flying) Let's see if you can find your way out of this! (cackles evilly as he unleashes an army of fire demons)
Buttercup: Since when did he learn to do that?!
Blossom: Right about now, I guess?!
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) Destroy them!
(The fire demons fly down to attack the girls.)
Buttercup: (gasps)
Blossom: I think it's time to cool you off, Ash!

(The possessed Ash begins building fire between his hands, transforming them into monstrous demon hands with claws. He then fires the fire ball at the girls, to which they quickly dodge.)

Buttercup: Blossom, what has gotten into Ash? I've never seen him behave like that before!
Blossom: It's very hard to explain, Buttercup. But right now, we're having bigger problems.
(A tremor shakes them out of their conversation; cut to their perspective of its source—the giant spider, which is now roaring in fury.)
Buttercup: Whoa! (Back to the girls.) What the heck is that thing?
Blossom: It’s what you’re afraid of.
Buttercup: I’m not afraid of anything.
Blossom: Buttercup, it’s okay to be afraid. We just have to fight our fears.
Buttercup: I can’t.
Blossom: (starting to egg her on) You can’t fight a little bug?
Buttercup: Little? Those things are huge!
Blossom: What’s the matter? You scared?
Buttercup: No! I’m not scared; it’s just that—
Blossom: Sure look scared.
Buttercup: I am not!
Blossom: I bet you are!
Buttercup: You are such a know-it-all.
Blossom: I know you’re scared.
Buttercup: You want me to fight?
Blossom: Yeah!
Buttercup: Yeah? You’re gonna eat your words.
Blossom: Yeah?
Buttercup: Yeah!
(She takes off, a battle cry on her lips and a fist extended to plant in the first enemy she meets—this is the Buttercup we have come to know and love.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) Huh?! (dodges Buttercup's incoming attack and growls angrily as she goes to massacre the spiders)
(One spider after another gets it in spades; the massacre ends with her standing amid smashed arachnid bodies and covered in green goo from their innards. She yells again.)
Buttercup: I AM NOT SCARED!
Blossom: Now that's more like it!
Bubbles: (from o.c., distant) HELP!
Blossom: Bubbles!
(She takes off. The possessed Ash tries to grab her, but misses.)

Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; growls) Curses! (he climbs back up, but snaps his fingers as he comes up with an idea and follows her)
(Bubbles is still wrapped in the coils of the snake monster)

Ringleader: First we will remove your stuffing.
All evil stuffed animals: Yaaay!
Bubbles: (screams) Blossom! Buttercup! Help me! (gets her mouth covered by the coils)
Ringleader: Then we will replace your eyes with tiny glass buttons that stare into space with a vapid expression.
All evil stuff animals: Yaaay!
Ringleader: Then we will attach a tag to your backside that says, “Made in Taiwan.”
All evil stuffed animals: Yaaay!
Ringleader: Then we will—
Blossom: (bursts through the ceiling) Then I'm gonna knock the stuffing out of you! (punches the ringleader, melts the coils and breaks Bubbles free; they go up to the ceiling, but Bubbles is knocked down to the ground) Bubbles!
Bubbles: (becomes surrounded by the evil stuffed animals; punches on stuffed animal and screams) Blossom, help!
Blossom: Bubbles, remember what I told you before you went to sleep?
Bubbles: It isn't real?
Blossom: Yes!
Bubbles: I tried that!
Blossom: Try again!
Bubbles: I can't! I'm too scared!
Blossom: Bubbles, listen to me! You have to fight! This place isn't real! Those eyes! Those claws! Everything! It's only a dream! (gets tackled by an evil stuffed animal)
Bubbles: Blossom! (screams in rage and rips through the evil stuffed animals to retrieve her sister; grabs Blossom and flies out through the hole in the ceiling)
Blossom: You did it!
Bubbles: (sets Blossom down) Shouldn't we be waking up now?
Blossom: Theoretically, yes, but—
(A spider leg flops down.)
Buttercup: Ha! Like I said, I ain't afraid of nothing!
(She throws it aside and lands by the others.)
Buttercup: (to Blossom) You owe me bigtime, sister! Now, tell me how we get outta here.
Blossom: Well, according to my theory—
(Suddenly, the possessed Ash Ketchum appears before the girls, now completely transformed into a terrifying dragon-like demon hybrid monster.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) No one's going anywhere, girls!
Girls: (gasps)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) Because now you'll have to put up with me! (cackles wickedly as his eyes glow bright red)
(The screen goes black as we go into commercial break. After commercial break, we go back to episode as the girls are cornered by the brainwashed and transformed Ash Ketchum.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; cackles wickedly)
(The demonic Ash breaths fire at the girls, but they immediately dodge.)
Bubbles: Blossom? Buttercup? What is that?!
Blossom: Uh, Bubbles, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but that monster is, in fact, our friend, Ash.
Bubbles: What?! That thing is Ash?! What happened to him?! (screams and avoids getting bitten by a possessed, demonic Ash)
Buttercup: Yeah, Blossom, now can you at least tell me what's up with our friend? (they evade the possessed Ash's incoming punch) I mean every time we face him, you wouldn't tell me what's up with him!
Blossom: (narrowly dodges Ash's attack) Well, judging from the current condition his body is in, (evades Ash's attack) I'm guessing Him must've flown into his head and placed Ash under his control in his sleep! Kind of like how he trapped us in our own nightmares! (evades Ash's fire attack) And from the way things are right now, he's forcing Ash to attack us in our dreams while he's asleep in the real world!
Bubbles: (evades Ash's attack) But isn't there any way to break the spell on Ash?
Blossom: Don't worry, Bubbles! I'll think of a way! (evades Ash) I just need to find a weak spot. (evades Ash's attack) Whoa!
(Ash then swishes his tail around as the girls dodge out of the way.)

-

Blossom: Remember, Buttercup, this is Ash Ketchum! Do not hurt him!
Buttercup: That's not going to be a problem, Blossom!
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice) Come on, Buttercup! Show me how tough you really are! If you're not scared to do it!
Buttercup: Scared?! Why I oughta...!
Blossom: Buttercup, no! What he's saying isn't making any sense at all! Him is forcing Ash to say what he wants to say! Do not fall for any of his tricks!

-

(Deep inside Ash's possessed and transformed body, his pure, innocent soul reawakens and looks around, finding himself in a dark dimension.)
Ash Ketchum: (groans) W-What happened? Where am I? Huh? (sees the girls fighting his possessed self) The girls? (his possessed body turns and roars loudly, scaring him) Whoa! I look like a monster! What's happening to me?!
(Meanwhile, the girls continue to reluctantly battle Ash’s demonic form. But in doing so, they helplessly try to break through to him with their pleas.)
Blossom: Come on, Ash! Listen to us!
Buttercup: Snap out of it!
Bubbles: Yeah, it's us! The Powerpuff Girls!
Blossom: Please, Ash!
Buttercup: Snap out of it!
Bubbles: We're your friends! And we love you!

-

(Blossom uses her ice powers to freeze the demonic Ash's legs.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; grunts as he tries to break free)
(Bubbles then uses her sonic scream on the demonic Ash.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; holds his ears)
(Buttercup then uses her unique tornado generation powers to suck the demonic Ash in. She then hurls him out and makes him fall to the ground.)
Ash Ketchum: (possessed; effeminate voice; feels dazed, but recovers as he shakes his head and then growls angrily at the girls)
Girls: (gasps)
(The demonic Ash roars and then smacks his hands, creating sonic waves that knocks the girls back. Then he whacks the girls with his tail and blows fire at them, knocking them to the ground. The girls wake up as see the demonic, possessed Ash Ketchum roaring viciously.)
Girls: (screams)
Bubbles: That scared the pants off of me!
Buttercup: What are we gonna do now?! We've hit him with everything we've got, and nothing seems to be holding him down!
Bubbles: Oh, Blossom. If only there was a way to free our friend. I know deep down he wouldn't hurt any of us.
Blossom: Wait a minute. Bubbles, that's it! We have to call forth Pooh Bear and everyone else for help in their own dreams! We need them to join us so we can help Ash remind him who he is.
(The girls scream as they dodge Ash's attack.)
Buttercup: But how will we do that? He's completely turned into a monster! He probably doesn't even remember who he is anymore!
Blossom:

-

Blossom: Pooh Bear! Tigger! Rabbit! Piglet! Eeyore! Pikachu! Misty! Brock! Help us!
Buttercup: We need your backup, guys!
Bubbles: Please! Help!
(Back in the real world, our heroes continue to sleep. But in their dreams, they each hear the girls' call for help. And rush over to their aid. Moments later, they arrive.)
Pooh Bear: What's the matter, girls?
Piglet: How can we help you?
Tigger: (scared stiff)
Rabbit: Tigger, what's wrong?
Tigger: (points to the demonic Ash) Scary monster!
Misty, Eeyore, Brock, Piglet and Rabbit: Huh?
Piglet: W-w-where?
Tigger: Right there!
Pikachu: Pi? (turns and sees the demonic Ash towering above them) Pika?!?!
Misty, Eeyore, Brock, Piglet and Rabbit: (gasps in horror)
Eeyore: Uh-oh.
Ash Ketchum: (possessed, effeminate voice) Why, hello there, Pooh Bear and friends. Surprised to see me?
Pooh Bear: Is that you, Ash?
Misty and Brock: Ash?
Ash Ketchum: (possessed, effeminate voice) I'm afraid there is no Ash. (evil voice) Only Him!
Pooh and his friends: (gasps)
Blossom: Guys, you have to listen to us! Ash is in trouble! Him invaded Ash's head while he was sleeping!

-

Blossom: Please listen to us, Ash. We know you're in there. We understand you're in a lot of pain and you're suffering. We don't want you to suffer anymore.
Buttercup: This isn't who you are, Ash. Don't let yourself be trapped within that form. And don't let Him's mind-control overpower you.
Bubbles: We want to remind you that you're not alone.

-

(The possessed Ash screams in agony as Him flies out of his body. Ash is knocked out unconscious and his body slowly transforms back to its normal state, thus finally breaking the evil spell that Him has casted upon Ash.)
Pikachu: Pika Pi!
Ash Ketchum: (groans) Pikachu!
Pikachu: Pika! (hugs Ash)
Misty: Oh, Ash!
Brock: You're alright!
Winnie the Pooh: Welcome back, Ash!
Piglet: Good to have you back.
Rabbit: Oh, thank goodness!
Tigger: Hoo-hoo-hoo!
(The girls fly up and hug him)
Girls: (chatter in excitement now that Ash is free from Him's spell)
Ash Ketchum: Girls, girls, take it easy. I'm fine. Can someone tell me how I ended up becoming a monster?
Blossom: Him placed up under a hypnotic spell when you were asleep.
Ash Ketchum: Yeah. I remember I was asleep at the time. But then, I heard Him's evil laughter corrupting my head. Then all of a sudden, I've been seeing nothing but total darkness. It was like I was seeing a black void. Soon, when Him's mind-control power start kicking in and transforming my body, I was blacked out completely. I thought I was a goner forever. However, I started hearing voices of the girls in distress. I woke up from the sound of the girls' voices and I found myself in a dark dimension. As I finally started to get my vision back, I saw the girls fighting my demonic self. I had no idea how my body was turned into a monster while my soul was imprisoned in that dimension. But when all of you guys came to assist the girls, a bright light came and shimmered down. And from that light, I could hear everyone's voices calling my name. Including Pikachu's. So, I followed your voices, and the next thing I knew, I was lying here with you guys, restored to normal and free from Him's hypnotic curse.
Blossom: That's right, Ash. It was our team effort and our friendship towards you that saved you from Him's spell.
Pikachu: Pika.
Blossom: Well, according to my theory-

Him: Oh, Blossom, you've always been so logical, how drool. (giggling) Here I am. Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to slip into something more sinister.
Ash Ketchum: (angrily) You! The girls told me you took control of me and used me to attack them like a puppet! Why?!
Him: While I was invading the girls' dreams with nightmares about their secret fears, I thought I could bring out someone's inner evil and level the playing field through mind-control. I knew that your soft-heartedness towards other people was your own weakness, my boy. And you were the perfect puppet to do my bidding. I would never have nearly succeeded in defeating the girls without your help.
Ash Ketchum: Yeah, well you had your fun, Him! Now you're gonna pay dearly for this!
Him: Oh, it's been such good fun. But I'm afraid playtime's over. I know your deepest darkest fear. You're all afraid, YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!!!!!
Tigger: (shudders in fear) He's alot scarier than his strong demonic form with muscles.
Him: (giggling) Thank you, Tigger. How kind of you to say that.
Blossom: Let's teach him a lesson!
Buttercup: Whatever, this guy's toast!
Ash Ketchum: Pikachu, use thunderbolt!
Pikachu: Pika! Pika...chuuuuuuu!!!!!
(Pikachum thunderbolts Him but he barely felt any damage.)
Him: (giggling) Nice try, Pikachu. You all can't harm me.
Buttercup: We'll take it from here.
Heroes: Okay.
“Him”: (effeminate voice) Two heads are better than one!
(The girls and the laughing heads charge at one another. No contest; in a string of three freeze frames, Blossom lands a flying hook, Bubbles caves in a nose, and Buttercup plants one of her Mary Janes under a chin. The insensate tentacles flop to the ground, and the girls land in front of them.)
(“Him” lances his scorpion tail toward the girls—the tentacles have in fact been broken off—but they dodge the strikes easily. After the third, they retreat, regroup, and rush straight toward the head. A devastating triple strike knocks him silly; he shrinks somewhat in slow motion, and Blossom rockets in for another go. However, “Him” recovers his senses in time to grab her with a pair of arms; he smiles, but loses the mood upon looking off to one side. Buttercup is there, moving in to do some damage of her own—and she smashes cleanly through the arms holding Blossom to free her. Now Bubbles gets into the act, barreling straight toward the body and then turning sharply up into a climb. She delivers a punch to his jaw—the Powerpuff equivalent of a brick through a plate glass window.)
(Buttercup seizes the tail and starts to swing “Him” back and forth, slamming him to the ground twice. He shrinks a few more notches in slow motion, then flicks her away to bounce across the platform. Blossom and Bubbles zip along the platform to each other and take off again, landing single and double hits that send him reeling. When they finish, cut to a close up of him cowering at the platform’s edge; he has returned to his usual size and appearance. The girls float above him; the “sky” has lightened again.)
“Him”: (effeminate voice, pleading) Please, no more. (Pull back.) Don’t hit me. I don’t understand. (evil' voice) I was so close. (effeminate' voice) I almost had you. You were supposed to be afraid.
Blossom: Guess you should’ve done your homework, weirdo. (Zoom in on her and Bubbles.)
Bubbles: We’re sisters, and we love each other!
Blossom: And we’re not afraid of anything as long as we have each other.
Buttercup: (now o.c.) Give me a break, you two. (Cut to her.) Yap, yap, yap. Can I toss this guy already?
(Her sisters glare angrily at her, then suddenly smile.)
Blossom: Oh, ok. (Buttercup throws a wicked look toward “Him.”)
Ash Ketchum: From now on, stay out of our dreams or I'll have Pikachu fry you with his electric attacks!

Pikachu: Pika!
Him: No, wait! It's cool! It's cool! Everything's cool!
Ash Ketchum: Oh, I don't think so!
(Ash kicks him into the portal.)
Buttercup: Wow, that was intense! Way to go, Ash! (she and Ash high-five each other)
Blossom: Yeah, great.
Pooh Bear: How are we supposed to wake up?
Piglet: Tell me when the dream is over.
Rabbit: It'll be over in a seconds.
(We cut to the girls and the heroes asleep in bed and then Ash wakes up.)

Ash Ketchum: (yawns) Wow, what an unpleasant dream we've had.

Buttercup: You can say that again.

Blossom: Yeah, but I'm glad Him was defeated again.

Heroes: (with girls) Professor?

Pikachu: Pika?

(Professor is shown lying on the girls' bed sucking his thumb and wakes up.)

Bubbles: What are you doing in our bed?

Pooh Bear: When did you come in, Professor?

Professor: Oh, just last night, Pooh Bear.

Piglet: You've sleep walked?

Professor: Yes, I did, Piglet. I'm sorry, guys. I got scared. I was having a nightmare.

Heroes: (with girls) Really?

Professor: Yeah, kind of silly, huh? A grown man like me having a nightmare?

Rabbit: Oh, no, Professor, that's not silly at all.

Professor: It's not?

Tigger: No, we all had bad dreams.

Bubbles: Yeah, Professor, don't worry, we'll protect you.

Professor: Gee, you girls sure are brave. (to heroes) And, so are you, guys.

Pooh Bear: (giggles)

Tigger: Aww, shucks.

Narrator: So, once again, the day is saved. Thanks to the Powerpuff Girls.

(The End)