This is such a good fic concept!
Forgive me, for I might've gotten a little carried away and decided to write a little something:
The last few weeks in Townsville had been eventful, for sure.
While HIM had a special affection for Earth in general, he had to admit that Townsville specifically got his proverbial juices flowing. What with it being right next to Monster Isle and the copious amounts of Chemical X lying around for the taking, Townsville always had a delicious amount of chaos that never failed to entertain him. But this, this was something entirely new.
Professor Utonium had always amused him, the way a child with a magnifying glass was amused by ants on a hot, sunny day. He watched as he tried and toiled with his fruitless efforts of creating the "perfect little girls" in his makeshift suburban lab. He fed off of his misery, his desperation, his loneliness. He had quite a few laughs over it, wondering when, if ever, he'd finally throw in the towel.
But then... he was successful.