Here is the fifth chapter! Thank you very much for your support throughout this story, Miss Onototellingoyou and Miss Shockhorror. Both of you have given me incredible boosts of morale with your reviews.

Well, here we are at last! You have read through the four chapters. I have novelized, expounded, and reenacted the events of the twelfth episode of the Powerpuff Girls. Now, that part just about everyone has been waiting for is finally here!

Just a minor side note- in this chapter, I will repetitively alternate between a third-person omniscient point of view and first-person point of view. The first-person point of view will be from Brick’s perspective. I will attempt to make it obvious what segments of the story will be in which perspective, but due to my very limited experience with first-person point of view, I might not do so well.

In addition, as you may have noticed, this chapter will be split into two parts, due to time constraints, personal impatience, and other reasons I cannot quite shake a stick at as of this moment.

All right, dear audience- I myself can hardly wait to do this, so let’s get on with the disclaimer. After that, we shall commence launch!

Mojo Jojo and Brick are owned trademarks of Craig McCracken and his team. I have no copyrights to any of it. I am simply a young author trying to novelize a cartoon I happen to be a fan of. Here we go.

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Townsville Prison, 4:15 a.m.

“All right, people, rise and shine,” the warden yelled as he strutted through the prison halls, waking up the entire place. Every morning in the prison was like this. The warden went through the halls, taser gun in hand, with armed prison guards following him, as he would call the prisoners to come out into the hall single file. Each of the armed guards following him opened the cages of the prisoners, and each one struggled out of bed and waded into queue, careful not to invoke the weapons of the prison guards, so role call could be taken and the day could start.

“Ya’ll hear me- get up an’ at ‘im!” Mojo’s eyes slowly opened. He jumped out of his bed, stretching out his chest and back as he did so.

He slowly waded out of his cell, but not before looking back to the toilet one more time. It wasn’t broken into pieces; there was no kind of biological monstrosity waiting for him to give it any orders. All he saw was a polished toilet. He was a fool- he had failed at something that could not be successful.

He sighed in disappointment. His entire dream had been crushed. He had been so expectant, so hopeful, so sure of his new creation. How could he have been so damn stupid? He actually thought for even one second that hair, dog skin, and a few cooked mollusks would join together to form life? And, of all things, in a toilet?

He should have known better than to be so dull. He should have asked the professor how the girls were made, not just from what. Then again, that would have been too suspicious… oh, what did it matter now? All his hope was gone; there was nothing left for him. He would be doomed to suffer that nightmare, that horrid memory, for the rest of his life; never again would he have even a chance to neutralize his vengeful lust.

Thud-Thump

Thud-Thump

Wait- did he hear what he just thought he heard? It sounded like a-

Thud-Thump

A heartbeat. And from the sound of it, three of them at beating in synchronized unity. He wondered; maybe there was hope yet?

“Hey, chimp boy! What are you doing? You gonna take something out of there and throw it at me?” the warden joked, laughing at the tragic villain genius.

Mojo heard the warden, but chose to ignore him. He kept his eyes on the cauldron, a new hope now in his mind.

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Unknown Location, 3: 00 a.m- 4:15 a.m

Thud-Thump,

Thud-Thump,

Thud-Thump,

Oh, m-my-my head... I-It feels so light…

-Thud-Thump-

I take in what I feel around me. I am suspended, but not weightless. I am being pushed down on by something on top of body, yet being slightly pushed up as well. However, I feel weightless, not squeezed. My feet are pressed against some kind of gritty, shifting surface, supporting some of my sinking weight.

I feel numbness spreading through my body. I feel a sort of pressure in my chest, a very uncomfortable feeling, like I am imploding or something. There is an instinct telling, pressuring me, to open my mouth and suck in the air around me.

And so I do. I suck in a sample of the thick, inhospitable fluid I am suspended in. My chest becomes heavier, and the feeling only gets worse.

Quickly, I cut off the breath, preventing the fluid from flowing into my lungs entirely. I begin to cough and gag, trying to get it out of my lungs. I manage to squeeze my lungs with intense force, pushing out much of the fluid from my body. Nonetheless, I still feel myself drowning, choking.

I am beginning to asphyxiate… the air is too thick... I need fresh atmosphere...

The thick air is making my body ache... I need to get fresh oxygen or... I'll-I...

I actually don't know what will happen, but I know this; the thickness of the air is putting too much stress on my heart.

I can also hear someone else gasping for breath...

I desperately look about. I look around for some kind of light, listen for an inorganic sound. I can’t find anything. But wait...

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“Mojo Jojo, stop looking at that thing and get the hell out here!” yelled a very agitated warden. He didn’t like being ignored, especially by Mojo.

Mojo simply continued to stare, hopeful and dumbfounded, at the toilet.

The warden had about had it with Mojo’s disobedience. No one ignored him and got away with it- no one.

“All right,” the angered prison head master yelled, pulling out his taser rod, “if you think you can just escape your shift by staying put, you got another thing coming, you dumb piece of bushmeat!” he finished as he stomped toward the cell door.

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I look behind me and see a small ray, a column, of light illuminating the floor below me. My eyes follow the white trail, until I reach the source; there is a tiny, tiny, tiny crevice in the ceiling, which seems to be shooting the small, aforementioned beam out. I wonder... maybe there is some fresh air on the other side of that crevice? If this is the case, then it is obvious I have to get through to the outside...

...I am beginning to tire out...

The chance I will be capable of getting to the other side- or that it is even a key to an air source- is thin, but, the case being that I just woke up and don't know anything about who I am or how I got here, I am willing to trust anything, even assumptions. Besides, I think it would make a bit of sense, and I really don't have many options, now do I?

Still, I know I have to do something. But how was I going to get to and through that thing? That crevice was way up there, and I, in stark contrast, am way down here. Besides, I can't even see two inches in front of me, and I can only barely stand up. Suddenly, I get an epiphany.

What if I shot myself up and broke out?

For some reason, I suddenly think- out of the blue- that if hit by a lot of force, it will break open. And, if I recall correctly, the muscles in my body can exert force. Maybe even enough to break right on to the outer world. Maybe even enough to propel me up to there. As before, I am not sure, but, again, what other options do I have?

I concentrate. I begin by stretching out my leg muscles, and stiffening the thighs. Then, I crouch on one knee, both feet embraced upon the ground beneath me. I aim my body so it a line parallel to my back is aligned with it. I bend so dramatically that the fluid around me begins to tremble. I think some of the vibrations may be coming from two other sources- one to my right and one to my left- but I am more concerned about getting out of here.

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The toilet began to rumble, water spewing and coughing out of the opening.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Mojo mumbled to himself. Finally, he had made a situation and achieved the expected results.

The warden opened up the cell door, and stomped toward Mojo, turning up his rod to full power. He was furious now, his face a light red. He hated anyone who tried to deny him, especially stupid, lowly, son-of-a-bitch animals.

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I decide I am in the right position. I stiffen the already-bent muscles in my leg, pull back one of my arms, and lock onto the target with the other one.

“Now?” I hear two voices ask. Before I can summon up a reaction, I find myself thinking, “Now.”

“Okay,” I hear them reply. How odd; I didn’t reply to them, I only thought about an answer to them. I didn’t use my mouth to-

Ergh… ugh- cough-cough

I must dwell into this later, when I can find good breath. My body fairly positioned, I pull in my legs once more, and finally, I straighten them out again quickly, and… SWOOSH… I am propelled upward, shot up at the hole, as expected, by the force of my jump. The thick fluid surrounding me pushes back on my face and body as I continue to fly up to the speck, but the momentum from my lunge overcomes the fluid resistance.

I continue to fly into the speck until...

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“Err…” Mojo moaned painfully as he got up from the ground. He had taken ten hits from that taser, weakening him physically, though he refused to go with the warden still.

“All right now, chimpy boy. You gonna come? Or do ya still wanna play?” asked the zoosadistic warden. Every prisoner around had gathered around to spectate and savor Mojo’s suffering, and the warden didn’t mind at all.

“Well?” the warden asked again, in a chastising manner.

Mojo looked up to the prison head, only scowling in response. The warden just smiled.

“Very well,” he said, taser still in his twitchy right hand. “It’s time to-”

C-c-c-cccreeeeakkkkk… splot!

A long, moaning gurgle sound filled the prison, earning everyone’s attention. The warden looked to the toilet, where it sounded to be coming from. The waste disposal machine was leaking at the seams, flooding the entire place up.

The warden turned to Mojo. “What the hell did you do?” he demanded to know.

Mojo simply looked to the warden with an evil grin on his face as a response, and looked to the toilet again. He knew what would happen now.

Instead of attacking Mojo again for not answering his question, the warden began to panic, rushing out of the cell and back to the main entrance of the prison. He knew that something bad was going to happen, and he didn’t want to be there- especially if it had some input from Mojo Jojo.

Suddenly, the whole place fell into a few seconds of silence. Everyone but the panicked warden continued to look at the toilet, or otherwise stood motionless… except, of course, for the janitor.

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...WHAM!

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Without warning, the toilet burst open, water shooting out like an enormous geyser. Mojo shielded himself and held his breath as the torrent of water filled the cell, and eventually, the whole prison. The water hit Mojo like a maddened river, pushing his back against the bars.

People in the prison panicked and ran around helplessly as the water flooded the prison and drained out the doors and windows. People held breaths, looked for escape routes, and wondered what was causing the flood.

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Well, sorry about how short that was. I know, it’s not very detailed either. Sorry about that, the entire chapter is pretty long in itself. That’s why Waking Up, Breaking Out is split into two parts. Don’t worry; part two has already been started on.

Anyway, please review. The second part will be up soon, but only if I get a review!

Until next time, dear audience!