The city of Townsville! It was another beautiful morning. The birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, and the sun was shining. Not that the Powerpunk Girls knew that in Mojo Jojo’s windowless bedroom, but they woke up, anyway. At least, Brat woke up. Then, she shoved her sisters out of the bed.
“Ouch,” Beserk muttered, rubbing her head. Brute was ready to pound Brat’s face in when Mojo Jojo appeared in the bedroom. He had a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. The Powerpunk Girls froze.
“Did you sleep well, girls?” Mojo Jojo asked, his voice sweeter than maple syrup. The Powerpunk Girls looked at each other.
“Um… yes?” Beserk and Brat responded at the same time.
“No thanks to Brat,” Brute muttered under her breath.
Brat raised her arm to punch her for such an insolent comment, but Beserk took a hold of her arm and forced it down. Ordinarily, she would’ve been all too happy to let the two at each other’s throats, but she could sense trouble. And not the good kind of trouble, either.