Just the first part of a quick two shot I decided to do with my favorite characters of PPG, the Rowdyruff Boys. It's focusing of their lives and what they do when they aren't fighting the girls or just before they begin fighting them. I think it has great comedic potential, but I'm not sure I can capitalize on that. Regardless, I know I can explore the possibilites in an enjoyable fashion. I don't really expect this to go anywhere and I'm just writing for fun. That being said I really enjoy feedback so feel free to comment, criticize, or both.

Killing Time

"It's a bright and sunny day in the bustling City of Townsville. The birds are flying, cars are honking, and people talking. Everyone is going about their normal everyday lives like any other normal day. That includes a group of not so normal five year olds named the RowdyRuff Boys." informed the Narrator

The boys had decided that the quaint city of Townsville had grown a little too quiet for their tastes. Plus, they were bored so they decided to kill two birds with one stone by livening the place up a bit with their own touch of...roughness.

They decided the iconic park of the city would be the perfect place to start their own form of mischief.

The three ruffins stood apart from one another in an incomplete circle facing one another. As usual, their leader was the first to speak.

"Okay, boys, the name of the game is..." he looked back and forth between his brothers, "DEEEESTRUCTION!"

"Oh boy. That can't be good." piped the narrator

Butch and Boomer let out cries of excitement. Butch being far more animated as he jumped up and down in mirth as he pumped his fists into the air. Brick held up an authoritative...arm to calm them down.

"Okay, you meatheads. Since I'm the leader it's only right that I go first while you two," he pointed at his brothers, "judge. The one that causes the most damage wins."

His brothers nodded their heads in understanding as Brick took a few steps backwards. He then blasted off into the air. A red streak flew over the heads of the unsuspecting citizens of Townsville while the virulent leader searched for his tools.

Placing a fingerless hand over his eyes he looked around until he found what he was looking for. A truck pool of gasoline trucks all parked together neatly just waiting to be exploited. Brick smiled something devious as he made a beeline for his target.

He scooped up the first truck like it was nothing garnering the attention of its driver.

"Hey!" he cried

Brick made sure to pull down the bottom of his eyelid and stick his tongue out as he flew away. He approached the city and picked the buildings packed most closely together. Then, without even straining he gripped the truck and began to pull. The metal strained and cried as Brick exerted superhuman force upon it. Eventually, the metal could bear no more and cracked down the middle just as Brick intended.

As the thick substance within spilled out Brick soared across the top of the buildings as swift as a bullet making sure to blanket as many rooftops as he could before the tanker emptied. Once every last drop was drained from the container Brick threw the truck away like a piece of paper.

The cries of civilians below trying to dodge the hunk of metal fell on deaf ears as Brick stared at his handiwork. Multiple rooftops drenched in a deluge of sticky and deliciously flammable gas. The stench of the liquid always made a grin line his face.

"Is that it?" Butch said

His brothers had joined him in the air and floated with their hands crossed across their chests.

"Just watch and learn." Brick said

He then inhaled as deeply as a five year old possibly could stopping only when his cheeks puffed out into chubby circles. Following this he exhaled sharply letting out a torrent of flame that scorched through the air straight towards the building.

As soon as a single tongue of flame licked the petroleum coating of the skyscrapers an enormous blaze ignited. Bright embers skated across the top of the buildings with the speed and ferocity of a living, breathing beast. Pretty soon the skyline was drenched in a deep orange and red hue as the flame intensified. The inky black soot from the flame reached up into the sky and covered the sun.

Brick wasn't finished though. He moved closer to the blaze that reflected off his bright red eyes as brightly as any sun. He then rocketed towards the tops of the buildings gaining the momentum and speed necessary to crash right through the ceilings.

As he tore through each rooftop they exploded in a show of flame and sparks. The debris he made fell from the tops of buildings onto the streets below landing onto parked vehicles and becoming abrupt obstructions in the middle of traffic. This of course led to a number of crashes and collisions that sent bodies flying and even more people screaming.

Brick only watched with a smile as the people below ran around in a frenzy as they tried to escape the many swerving vehicles and the makeshift meteor shower from above.

"Ha! Beat that!" Brick challenged to his brothers.

Boomer and Butch looked at one another each with bored expressions on their faces before holding up their fingerless mitts to show their scores.

"What?" Brick cried in disbelief of his score.

He pouted in irritation and crossed his arms as he glared at his brothers.

"Let's see you two do better."

Butch took this as his cue and put on his face of utmost confidence which was his default expression, of course.

"I thought you'd never ask."

In a flash, he darted for one of the buildings Brick had set ablaze and crashed right through the base of the skyscraper. Brick and Boomer watched curiously as the structure itself started to rumble and quake. Soon enough the entire construction began to steadily ascend as Butch carried it on his back.

Extending his arms he held the building overhead as a devilish grin drew upon his face. He flew skyward until he felt satisfied then turned down with the building pointing towards the earth. Boomer and Brick watched as metal and concrete were compressed dangerously as Butch smashed the skyscraper into the ground making it stand upright, but with a slight lean as gravity tried to do it's duty.

Without slowing down Butch flew away and uprooted several more buildings then flipped them as he did the first. The fashion in which he lined them up was strangely reminiscent of...

"Bowling pins?" Boomer noticed

A clearly exaggerated yawn escaped Brick's maw as he took in the scene.

"Is that it? Lame." he judged

Butch glared at his brother before descending to street level. The airborne duo watched his solo act as he wrapped himself in his signature green shield and began to run in place. The friction caused the tar beneath to melt sending a putrid stench into the air. Boomer covered his face as the stench reached them.

Eventually, the spiralling orb sped off like a runaway hamster wheel if that hamster was a super powered rascal with a penchant for chaos. Cars and pedestrians alike were flung aside as Butch bulldozed anything in his path. His maniacal smile could reach his nonexistent ears by the time his shield met the buildings.

And what a meeting it was.

Some toppled on impact while others were sent the way of the pedestrians and went flying. Still others just crumbled under his performance and outright exploded on impact. Butch turned around to absorb his handiwork and he felt content. A trail of flame and melted tar followed behind him.

Butch sniffed the air.

"I love good ol' destruction in the morning."

The remains of the buildings were scattered or lodged into other buildings or alternatively on top of a few cars...and people. The sound of screaming was like the cherry atop the his demolition sundae. He floated up to his brother's with all the humility of Charlie Sheen.

"Well, can I blow stuff up or can I blow stuff up?"

Boomer and Brick looked at one another before gathering into a small huddle. Whispers were abound as they discussed his final score. When they turned around Boomer had a goofy grin plastered on his mug and was holding up his arm.

"Yes!" Butch whooped at the verdict

He then turned to Brick who had his normal sour puss expression. They eyed each other warily.

"Still lame." Brick finally said holding up his limb.

"Ah man! You suck, Brick!"

The green ruff stuck out his tongue to push his disagreement home.

"Okay, my turn! My turn!" Boomer yelped excitedly

"Oh, this should be good." Brick quipped

Boomer only glared at him in response before he went to work thinking of a way to outdo his brother's. He was commonly looked upon as a weak link so this was his chance to finally show what he could really do. He brightened as realization dawned on him.

"So whoever causes the most destruction is the winner, right?"

Butch scoffed, "Duh, dummy we already said that."

Boomer could only grin at the level of genius he was about to show. He would win this game yet.

"Alright. Wait here."

Before they could utter a single word Boomer was off in a dash of blue.

"Where do you think he's going?" Butch questioned

Brick gave a noncommittal shrug. His blue brother had not been gone more than five minutes when Brick lost his patience.

"What is taking so long? Come on, Butch we're gonna-"

He trailed off once he saw a blue streak approaching them-along with three other ones of the cerulean, jade, and garnet variety. Brick's jaw hung in disbelief.

"He didn't." Brick squawked

"He did." Butch confirmed with a toothy grin.

Boomer was a good bit ahead of his pursuers so he managed to return to his brother's. Brick just stared at his dim-witted sibling who was beaming as if he had just done the greatest thing in the world.

"So? What do you think? Since whoever wins is the one who causes the biggest mess I figured we could fight the PowerPuff Girls. Our fights always make the biggest messes."

Brick socked his brother in the arm for his stupidity.

"Moron, now we have to take care of those girls instead of having fun just blowing stuff up!" Brick fumed

"Who says we can't do both." Butch suggested

Brick sighed in resignation.

"Well, let's go you two." he ordered

The gang of unruly juveniles flew off in the direction of the approaching heroes.

After the titanic bout between the six super-powered children, Townsville had seen better days. There were massive perforations dotting the pavement, vehicles were displaced either on their back or through buildings, and random fires raged through the city.

Boomer sat up in his own personal crater as he rubbed his blonde head. He had the usual injuries of bruises, lacerations, and ripped cloth here and there so nothing out of the ordinary. He looked around at the carnage inflicted on the city...and he smiled.

"Hey, guys, get up!"

He called at the Brick and Butch shaped craters located closeby. Brick gave a pained groan as he sat up. His hat had been knocked off during the brawl, but he quickly returned it to his head. Butch arose with a combination of cuts and torn clothing, but didn't seem to mind or even notice.

"Well?" Boomer goaded

His green and red counterparts looked over Townsville or what remained of it. Each gave the other a contemplative look before thrusting their arms into the air.

"Yes!" Boomer cheered, "I win!"

"So once again the day is ruined. Thanks to...Boomer?" acknowledged the narrator as Boomer jumped up in down in excitement. "Well, I guess every dog has his day."

There you go. I think I managed to keep the boys in character and I liked the flow of the story overall. So tell me what you guys think. Did you like it? Did you despise it and want it burned with fire? I want to know so don't feel shy about telling me.