IT'S GOING GREAT. JUST. READ THIS. Meanwhile, in the city of Townsville, Mr. Mayor Egbert gets a call from his telephone. He picks it up, the soft sounds of his teeth thoroughly chewing his artificial raspberry cake. 'Mr. Mayor,' a smooth voice is heard from the phone. 'Yes, Blossom Strider?' Mr. Mayor stands at attention. Usually he was the one calling them! Perplexed, he speaks quietly into the phone. 'Are you all alright? Why are you calling me so late at night?' Bits of cake spray eloquently from his mouth, clinging to the corners of his lips as he hurriedly adds, 'Are you, Buttercup Harley, and John Bubbles okay?? Is Professor Rose there so I may speak to her??' His tone grew more anxious at the silence on the other line. This was bad. Blossom Strider was not a quiet boy. Mr. Mayor Egbert straightened his spine and tapped his foot, waiting to see if the red Powerpuff Beta would answer him. Just as he was about to send his assistant, Mom Lalonde, over to Professor Rose's house to investigate, the slightly drawled voice spoke hoarsely from the line. Mr. Mayor Egbert blinked, and pursed his lips. 'Pardon?' 'I'm honoured to be the one to tell the one and only Mayor of Townsville this, but artificial raspberry shit is made out of beaver anus. Mojo Jo-Jack Noir has done it again. Sorry, Pops. Good day.' And with that, Mr. Mayor Egbert hung up the phone, fixed his tie, and promptly reached for his wastebasket.