Just another average day in the City of Townsville: bad guys running amok, wreaking havoc and causing all kinds of mischief. Yep, just another average day, right? And yet, despite this, you still couldn't help but feel petrified at the chaos unfolding all around you, even though this was hardly the first one of these you've gone through in all your time living here. Really, you ought to move, but this place just felt too much like home to let go. Even with the bad guys that showed up every other week.

You were currently running from none other than Princess Morbucks, who - as you could guess - wanted your money, and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. An evil grin was split across her freckled face as she soared closer and closer towards you, and all you could do was just keep running. You didn't think you could find a way out of this until... an idea crossed your mind.

You quickly shrugged your backpack off and swung it behind you in one swift movement, sending the pint-sized, redheaded spoiled villain careening a mile or so away with a shriek.

...How did you even do that? And why did you feel like you'd done something incredibly wrong? Sure, she was evil... but she was also a child, right?

"Whoa-ho-ho... dude, that was sick!"

You whirled on your heel and saw who else but the raven-haired Buttercup hovering behind you - one-third of the Powerpuff Girls, the city's most iconic trio of 5-year-old superheroes. And she was... grinning?

"I don't think I've seen anyone in Townsville 'home run' a bad guy, but props for being the first!"

She saw the apprehensive look on your face and waved a dismissive hand with a scoff.

"Eh, don't feel too bad. That prissy little princess is a royal pain. She had that comin'. We'll take care of her." A wry smirk crossed her face. "Beat me to the punch, though - literally! That must be one tough backpack you've got there, heh. I should ask the Professor for somethin' like that. He might believe me if I tell him it's 'for school'."