Too Pooped to Puff/Transcript

(Opening shot: the city skyline in the afternoon.)

Narrator: The city of Townsville...is in need of some...
(Close-up of a terrified woman. An alarm is heard ringing.)
Woman 1: HEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP!
(As she screams, pull back quickly to show the scene as a bank lobby and her as a teller. Two masked robbers brandish guns and hold bags of money. A crash shakes the camera; Blossom lands, her back to us, and she and her sisters go to work on the thugs. After several seconds of pounding, cut to another close-up of the teller, triumph and relief on her face.)
Woman 1 (Teller): Hooray!

(Pull back to the sound of cheering from the other tellers. The girls stand atop the defeated criminals. Cut to outside the bank entrance, where a police car is parked. The doors open, and the girls carry the robbers out. Cut to behind them, the camera pointing at the car's hood - where its driver is lounging and eating a donut, apparently not at all bugged by the Girls doing most of his work and actually enjoying having more free time thanks to them. Zoom in slowly on him.)

Policeman: Hey, uh...uh, Powerpuff Girls, uh...thanks for catchin' those crooks. We, um... (biting into donut) ...we couldn't a done it without youse. (Another bite.) Mmmm...oh, man, this is good. Oh, um...while you're at it, would you, uh, mind, uh...bookin' 'em, too?
(The girls trade a disgusted look at this lack of appreciation for their success or support in it as well, especially from one of Townsville's Finest. Their thoughts are interrupted by another woman's voice.)
Woman 2: (from o.c.) Powerpuff Girls... (Close-up of her.) HEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP!
(Pull back as she screams; she is in the window of an apartment building engulfed in flames. The other inhabitants join her in her cry for help as fire-engine sirens approach.)
Kid 1: Help! (He is whisked away.)
Woman 2: Help!
Woman 3: Help! (These two are pulled from their windows.)
(Now the girls go to work at full speed, carrying the rest of the residents to safety and flying in tight circles around the building, from the roof down. By the time they reach the ground floor, the fire is out. Close-up of a woman with her hair in curlers.)
Curler woman: Hooray!
(Pull back; the other tenants, gathered around her, cheer as well. Among them: two kids, an old man, a fellow with a towel around his waist and a scrub brush in his hand, and a Japanese geisha. The girls land in front of them. Cut to a bored-looking fireman, not at all upset at the Girls having pretty much handled the entire emergency without them needing to lend an assist.)
Fireman 1: Oh, great job, girls. I didn't even have to move a muscle. Oh, and, uh, while you're at it...
(Pull back. He is lounging on the back of a fire engine; a Dalmatian sits nearby.)
Fireman 1: ...would you mind walking Spot over here? He needs to go.
(Again, the girls look rather disgusted at this show of apathy and lack of appreciation, this time from Townsville's Bravest, and again their stewing is cut off by a cry for help - this time a man's.)
Man 1: (from o.c.) Powerpuff Girls! HEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP!
(Snap to black. A squeak of metal against metal is heard, and after a moment, the screen is illuminated by the glow of a light bulb - the sound came from it being screwed into its socket. Cut to outside a nuclear power plant. One darkened window lights up; this is where the bulb was put in. Inside, a technician leans back in his chair, near a set of control panels. He is the one who called for help.)
Man 1 (Technician): Gee, thanks, Powerpuff Girls. It would have taken us minutes to screw in that light bulb!
(Cut to them, now looking a little more fed up than before with having to do a job as simple as changing a light bulb that the lazy technician could have done on his own, with the light shining behind them.)
Technician: (from o.c.) You know, us guys at the power plant aren't cut out to handle these kinds of situations.
Man 2: (from o.c.) Powerpuff Girls! (Cut to him; he appears to be a mechanic.) HEELLPP!
(Pull back; he is standing in a kitchen, by the sink, and looking quite bored - he is a plumber, but not exactly an ambitious one. Blossom and Bubbles stand in front of him while Buttercup works on the pipes under the sink. Cut to a man in his car.)
Driver: Powerpuff Girls! HEELLPP!
(Pull back. The girls are changing a flat for him. Buttercup holds up one end of the car, Bubbles holds the flat tire, and Blossom puts a new one in place. Cut to an old woman.)
Old woman: Powerpuff Girls! Help!
(Pull back. They are in her home. Bubbles cleans out a cat's litter box, holding her nose as she does so. The user of the said box looks on happily; her sisters are rather less enthused. Now we see a quick series of minor crises.)
Kid 2: Help! (An untied shoelace.)
Woman 4: (from o.c.) Help! (A fly in a bowl of soup.)
Man 3: Help! (Pushing on a door marked "Pull.")
Man 4: Help! (Struggling to open a jar.)
Woman 5: Help! (A spilled carton of milk at her feet.)
Ms. Keane: Help! (Clapping her erasers to clean them.)
Mayor: (from inside bathroom stall) Help! (Trying to grab a runaway roll of toilet paper.)

(Cut to the Professor on the living room couch. He is wearing his underclothes and a faceful of stubble. Snacks and drinks are all around him, including two cans of his favorite beverage mounted in a helmet he wears. He has one arm stretched out.)

Professor: Girls...help...
(Pan in the direction of his arm toward the other end of the couch, where the remote sits on the armrest out of his reach.)
Girls: (from o.c.) No! (Pan back to him.)
Professor: Huh? (The girls.)
Girls: We said no! (Close-up of each in turn.) No, no, no!
(They hover just in front of his face. He slides down in his chair during the following tirade.)
Blossom: We're sick and tired of doing everything around here!
Professor: But...
Blossom: It's "Powerpuff Girls, this," and "Powerpuff Girls, that." We've had enough!
Professor: But...
Blossom: That's it! We're not gonna take it anymore! You can just do it all yourself!
Professor: But...
Girls: But what?!
Professor: (straining toward remote) But I can't reach it.

(The girls groan disgustedly o.c.; cut to them.)

Buttercup: Let's get out of here. Come on!
Ash Ketchum: Any crime fighting?
Girls: Nope.
Tigger: Must be their crooks' day off or something. So you free this time?
Blossom: Not exactly, the citizens wanted us to help them do their chores.
Rabbit: Hmm, these citizens have to learn to take care of themselves like us.

Buttercup: That's not all. The professor is sitting on the couch looking like a couch potato.
(She and Blossom take off through the ceiling while Bubbles stays put and looks sadly up after them. Cut to the couch; she stands at the end opposite the Professor, with the remote next to her. He smiles pleadingly at her, and after a moment, she picks it up and holds it out to him. She smiles as well. Instead of giving it to him, though, she drops it on the floor at his feet; his face falls. A moment of silence, and she takes off. Fade to black.
(Fade into an overhead view of her lying on her back against a white field. As she speaks, pull back slowly to show the other two girls similarly disposed of.)
Bubbles: Do you think we were too hard on the Professor?
Buttercup: No way. (Pull back farther; they are lying on a cloud high above Townsville.)
Blossom: He and the rest of them need to learn to do things for themselves.
(Side view of them. As Blossom continues, turn down to street level, putting her o.c.)
Blossom: Let's just see how Townsville likes it when we're not here to pick up after them.
(The words are barely out of her mouth when a huge green creature slams its foot down into the street. A man and a woman shout in surprise; turn up quickly to show the monster as a sort of lizard, with a piece of the clock tower in its hand. Back at street level, the two onlookers' reactions change to indifferent little sighs, and they continue about their business. A couple and their son stop to watch; they do not seem particularly worried either.)
Father: Why look, son. A giant monster's destroying Townsville.
Son: Can we take him home, Dad?
Father: No, we better leave him alone. (The three start to walk away.) The Powerpuff Girls'll take care of him.
(Just after they move o.c., it spits a blast of fire over the buildings. A helicopter flies near it and has its tail rotor knocked off and its main rotor damaged by one swing of its arm. The chopper stops in midair.)