The Powerpuff Girls Season 6 Episode 10

Bubbles: WHO IS THIS?!?!
Mojo Jojo: I told you, I'm holding Octi for a 1,000 gallons of Chemical X.
Bubbles: Oh, really, now? (Professor begs her to carry on) So can you describe him for me?

Bubbles: It's gotta be Buttercup, who else could it be? (Blossom winks, Bubbles gasped) Not Blossom, it couldn't be her, or COULD IT?!

Bubbles: (Crying) OH, HO, HO! Octi, I'm gonna find out WHOEVER DID THIS TO DO AND THEY WILL PAY!!!

Narrator: The city of Townsville, where all the who's who of the city's most fru-fru are preparing for the big to-do at the home of Townsville's very own Professor U.

Narrator: And the Mayor was let back into Townsville faster than you could say, "open sesame."
Mayor: Open sesa -
Powerpuff Girls: Here you go, Mayor.
Mayor: Shoot!

Mayor: You were right, Ms. Bellum. The pickle patch is great! Especially on cold turkey sandwiches.
Ms. Bellum: Oh, Mayor.

Buttercup: Wait! Wait! Wait! Let me get this straight. You asked a psychic for decisions on municipal issues?
Mayor: No, no, of course not. That would be silly. I got advice from a dead relative.

Madame Argentina: Please sit. I have been expecting you.
Mayor: Wow! You are good!

Narrator: Oh, no! It's the Mayor of Townsville -- the one person who should have read the newspaper today, but didn't.

Narrator: The city of Townsville, where it's a petty world out there and petty crime is at an all-time high. Which leads us to the question of who, who could be picking the pockets of the unsuspecting citizens of Townsville?
Madame Argentina: Why, me, of course.
Narrator: Who said that?
Madame Argentina: Down here. (Waves hand)

Narrator: And with that, the Girls were off... faster than you could say "Professor Utonium."
Mayor: Professor Uton -
Powerpuff Girls: We're here, Mayor!
Mayor: Well, I'll be. I couldn't finish saying it.

Narrator: Regardless of how the Mayor handles his civic duties, the Girls still had a job to do. And with that, they were off... faster than you could say "bad television."
Mayor: Bad televi -
Powerpuff Girls: Later, Mayor!
Mayor: Darn it!

Blossom: Look what I found!
Bubbles & Buttercup: What is it?
Blossom: A tarot card. Girls, this is worse than we imagined.
Bubbles: Whatever do you mean, Blossom?
Blossom: Not only are we dealing with a petty criminal, we're dealing with... a tarot-ist!

(The Girls are about to start an attempt to capture Madame Argentina)
Blossom: You ready, Buttercup?
Buttercup: Check.
Blossom: Ready, Bubbles?
Bubbles: Ready. (Clears her throat, in a deeper voice) Ready.
Blossom: Great. Let's put Operation Over-Medium into action.

Narrator: But when Fred stuck his head in the pocket, he didn't find a wallet, nor did he find jewelry. He found a Buttercup!

Blossom: Look! There she is!
Bubbles: And she's got dolls of us!
Buttercup: And a box of pins!
Blossom: What in the world would she want those things for?
Narrator: And with the first poke of the pin, the Girls quickly got the point.

Narrator: And the newspapers this day read, "Powerpuffs Powerless to Pinch Pocket-Picking Pin-Pushing Predictor!" Will the Girls ever escape this literal cliffhanger? Will the Mayor ever get back into Townsville? Will Madame Argentina ever share her gumdrops?

Narrator: For these are but a few of Townsville's citizens who've been robbed by this elusive and rather vertically-challenged psychic, which is why the newspapers this day read, "Small Medium at Large!"

Madame Argentina: I am sensing presence of a dead relative.
Mayor: Yes! Yes, I do have dead relatives!
Madame Argentina: A dead…aunt?
Mayor: Yes! Yes! I have one of those! Uncanny.
Madame Argentina: Yes! It is your dead aunt coming through. Aunt... buh... cuh... duh... fuh... Ger...
Mayor: Gertrude? My dead Aunt Gertrude?
Madame Argentina: That's the one.
Mayor: She wants to speak to me? (Speaking upward) How you doing, Gert?

Blossom: And you've been locked out since Wednesday? But, Mayor, it's Saturday. Why did you wait so long to call?
Mayor: My cell phone calling plan has free weekend minutes.

Narrator: And the newspapers read this day... "It's Rare to See a Medium So Well Done."

(Mayor gasps)
Ms. Bellum: Mayor, we're done gasping.

Madame Argentina: A good medium never reveals her secrets.
Mayor: I thought that was a musician.
Madame Argentina: Whatever. $10, please.

Narrator: And as Madame Argentina plied her false fortunes, the goose got down.
Fred: Is that a feather joke?

Blossom: Mmm-mmm! I sure love barbecue goose!
Buttercup: Yeah! Me, too!
Bubbles: Save the neck for me!

Bubbles: (Singing) D'oh! In my tailbone!

Madame Argentina: Would you like your palms read?
Bubbles: Oh, no, thanks. I like them the color they are.

Buttercup: Bubbles! Put down that stupid octopus and help us with this stupid octopus!