Mojo groaned and put his forehead into his palm forcefully and with a slap, dampened by his glove. "ugh...I HAD THAT SKYLIGHT PUT IN FOR A REASON, YOU KNOW!!" He 'hmph'ed and crossed his arms for a moment before shouting upward again. "IT IS SO THAT I NEED NOT REPAIR IT EVERY TIME A SUPER-POWERED PERSON WANTS TO ENTER MY BASE FROM BEING AIRBORNE, THUS PREVENTING ME FROM HAVING TO SPEND MY MONIES PILFERED FROM MY VARIOUS NOTORIOUS DEEDS AND ACTIONS TO HAVE IT REPAIRED AND THE HOLES PATCHED WITH METAL, GLASS, DRYWALL AND OTHER ASSORTED CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS, IN ADDITION TO LABOR AND OTHER FEES!!" Again, the mad monkey paused before adding "PLUS TAX!!!"<br/><br/>Utonium was honestly kind of surprised at the enthusiasm of Blossom's embrace, but he enjoyed it all the same. "Bye-bye, sweetie. I might be working with something volatile when you come home, so if you come down to the lab, try not to surprise me, okay? I don't want to have to pay for repairs on the whole block again." When Blossom let go, he turned his attention to Buttercup. He had kind of hoped she had chosen to stay home with him, but her education was more important and besides, in a few short hours, he could have his cake and eat it too. "<em>Short hours, my foot,</em>[/i]" he thought. But at least he would be able to get some work done, which did nothing to keep him from trying to hug Buttercup. Today, he thought, he would try a sneak attack. Even if she didn't hug him back, at least she would know she was loved and he would too, feeling her not fight back too hard. But she was too fast and dodged his arms. Sometimes, he wished he hadn't made them this fast.<br/><br/>His frown of disappointment became one of lecturing as Buttercup taunted Blossom. "Buttercup, don't antagonize...your...sis...," he began and didn't finish as she flew out the window before he could. Oh well, it wasn't like he hadn't told her that before. Repeatedly.<br/><br/>Then they were gone. Three super-powered teenagers are a huge handful, but that only emphasizes when the hand is empty. It feels hollow, too light. You don't know what to do with it. This feeling had lessened since kindergarten, but it wasn't gone just yet. "I better do something about this. Blossom and Bubbles will be in college soon and Buttercup...will be gone somewhere as well." The Professor rubbed his chin, slowly but steadily smiling before breaking into a sprint for his lab.<br/><br/>Butch and Boomer left Brick a series of sticky notes on the fridge, or more accurately, inside the fridge on top of the topmost empty pizza box that outlined Mojo Jojo's plan, as well as admitting to having emptied the box and assured him that, should he snooze, he would generally lose. From his base, Mojo watched them on monitors as they moved to their positions and the girls toward theirs. He had the sound turned off however, as he was on the phone with a roofer.<br/><br/>"Hello, is this Roofer on the Fiddle? It is? Splendid! My fingers did not falter, thus I have reached the correct number corresponding to the business to which I wished to speak and attain services from and...what? Yes, this is Mojo Jojo. How did you know that? I doubt very much that you are psychic, as a clairvoyant would spend his time aiding himself rather than answering the phone at a roofing establishment, as you have chosen to do, which means you are not a mind-reader and have therefore lied to me! Me, Mmoo-joJojo...I shall get to the point when I am ready to get to the point! Which is now! I request repair and restoration to a state of wholeness for my roof. Yes, the big dome on the volcano. Yes, with the big telescope. Why do you ask me so many questions when your previous smart-mouthedness implied you knew to whom you were speaking!?" He stopped watching the monitors, but he didn't need to. The RowdyRuff Boys may have been jerks, but they could execute a plan. Especially one that enabled them to act like jerks. Boomer took up position in front of the high school, leaning on the wall that lined the staircase to the main door. The cold cement gave Boomer a little jolt of discomfort, but he endured it for a moment before using a very low-powered eye beam to warm it. He slid down to a sitting position and listened for his cue.<br/><br/>Butch on the other hand was nowhere near the school. Mojo had figured Buttercup would make a stop before going, if she went today at all, and had assumed based on her being a teenage girl that it would be a music store. He had tried to tell Boomer that nobody buys music legally anymore, but he told him that the Powerpuff Girls were the only suckers who did so this was a good place to catch one. So, he took his place in the designated place and waited for the Powerpuff Gull...i..ble."Yeah, Powerpuff Gullible. Heh-heh."