The Powerpuff Girls

Ohh, yeah!

Oh! Yeah!

Space Towtruck, hurry!

You're never gonna make it!

You're too late, Space Towtruck.

You only have time to tow one of these galactic minivans

before that star goes supernova!

But which one contains your beloved space cat?

Meow.

And which one contains his evil clone?

Meow.

Ooh.

Meter Man is so scary.

Buttercup, can I come into the pillow fort?

You know the rules of Fort Buttercup...

"No dorks allowed."

Oh, yeah.

Play the next one, Bloss.

If we don't find out what happens to Space Towtruck

before school tomorrow,

you just know Spoiler Cheryl will spoil the ending for us.

Ooh, Spoiler Cheryl.

Mm-hmm.

All right, girls, time for bed.

You can all watch your space-tractor show tomorrow.

Aw.

Blossom Powerpuff, bedtime negotiator.

Please review this notarized request to extend our bedtime

so that we may watch the next episode

of "Space Towtruck."

Hmm, party of the first part, and then I have to have it...

Well, very interesting data.

Oh, all right. But just one more episode.

Yay!

Do you, Space Towtruck, take the Robo-Berta

to be your lawfully wedded space wife?

Beedy beedy beedy.

Meow.

Ahh.

Next one, Bloss. Next one.

Girls, time for bed.

One more. Come on. Please.

You said that four episodes ago.

Blossom Powerpuff, bedtime columnist.

I have on record you stating you love us

and would do anything in the world for us.

Well, of course, but...

Yay!

Space Towtruck, heed my words...

The words of Signalclese.

It's time to reveal your deepest, darkest secret.

And that secret is...

What?

Bubbles, what did you do?

Nothing I know of.

Girls, get down!

Professor?

What's going on?

Girls, to the lab... now!

Oh.

Oh!

Got it.

Professor, why did you beat up those pillows?

Girls, let me explain.

I have been working diligently on code name...

Project Slumber,

the creation of the world's most comfortable pillow.

Who says science doesn't put you to sleep?

Am I right, Bubbs?

I don't get it.

The goal was to build not just a comfy cushion,

but a pillow capable of independent thought...

One so smart

that it would predict what you need

and fluff itself accordingly.

Ahh, science.

Is there anything it can't do?

But something went terribly wrong.

The pillow I made was too comfortable.

One snuggle, and you're instantly asleep.

Well, I hate to burst your bubble, Professor,

but we got a bigger problem, and her name is Spoiler Cheryl.

Don't you understand?!

Yes! Maybe.

No.

The pillow's escaped.

It's loose in the house.

The house?!

But that's where I live!

The pillow won't rest until we're all resting.

Oh, no! Quick!

To the panic room!

We don't have a panic room, Bubbles.

Any room is a panic room if you panic hard enough.

Girls, it's up to us to stop the pillow

before it breaks free and puts all of Townsville to sleep.

Um, you can put me down now.

Coast is clear.

Hey, Bloss, what do you think Space Towtruck's secret is?

Now is not the time.