Ima Goodlady - Powerpuff Girls

The late afternoon sun cast long, languid shadows across Professor Utonium's meticulously organized laboratory. Dust motes danced in the golden shafts of light, illuminating the familiar hum of scientific equipment and the faint scent of ozone. But tonight, the air thrummed with a different kind of energy, a subtle, unspoken current that flowed between Professor Utonium and his most trusted, and perhaps most alluring, assistant, Ima Goodlady.