Darknessxxx House Hunting

From the author: So I decided I would try my hand at writing. I decided to use a powerpuff Girls setting because I recently re-watched the series, but they aren't even mention in this story. No this is the story of how Fuzzy Lumpkins, requisitioned his home back. Oh and before I forget I DO NOT own anything.

The City of Townsville. A peaceful town with very peaceful citizens. They play peacefully in the central park. At the local pool they swim peacefully. Even in the woods on the outskirts of town, the potentially vicious, Fuzzy Lumpkins can be found with his three nephews fishing, peacefully, on the lake.

Fuzzy inhaled the fresh air and smiled at his nephews: Buzzy, Wuzzy and Scuzzy. "yep boys" he said "this is the good life'. The three Lumpkins kids simply smiled back at him. "Yep" Fuzzy continued "nothing to bother us out here." "That's right" Buzzy said "no annoying town noises." "Or strange town smells" said Wuzzy. And Scuzzy said "and there's no-one trying to take our stuff".

At that last statement Fuzzy froze. Buzzy and Wuzzy exchanged a nervous glance. They knew that out here on the lake there wasn't anyone to take away their uncle's stuff, but they also knew that all his other stuff was taking from him. And the Lumpkins' treasured their stuff. "Hey Uncle Fuzzy" Buzzy said in an attempt to change the subject "can you show us how to use a 'Boom Stick'". He figured that his uncle's musket should take his mind off of his hijacked cabin.

"Certainly boys" Fuzzy replied, now calm. "Let's just get back on land and I'll show you how to handle it". He then started rowing the boat they were on back to shore, once docked he took out his musket and stated explaining how it worked to the boys. "This part here is the boom end" he started, while pointing to weapons barrel. "You just point at what you want to go boom. And this is the sick part." He continued referring to the trigger. "That's what makes the boom end boom." He then pointed it at a nearby tree and fired a round. The shot tore a chunk out of the tree which started to tip due to the poor balance, until it fell over.

"Neat!" Wuzzy exclaimed. "Can I try uncle Fuzzy?" "Sure" Fuzzy replied handing the weapon to the young Lumpkins "just be careful". Wuzzy took it then began searching for a target." Bet you can't hit that bird up there" Scuzzy said pointing at a sparrow nesting in a nearby tree. Accepting the challenge Wuzzy took aim and fired. The sparrow disappeared in an explosion of feathers.

"My turn" Scuzzy shouted taking the gun. He quickly found an orange eyed squirrel, their eyes met, Scuzzy's narrowing. He took aim started to apply pressure to the trigger. But before he could depress the mechanism enough to trigger the weapon, the squirrel bolted off so fast it seemed to leave an orange trail in its wake.

"I can't believe you missed that squirrel" Wuzzy said to Scuzzy. "Yeah it was right there" Buzzy said. Not liking his brothers' taunts, Scuzzy pointed the gun at them and pulled the trigger.

-Click-

Wuzzy and Buzzy winced at the sound, while Scuzzy looking confused continued pulling the trigger. Noticing that the 'Boom Stick' wasn't firing Buzzy cried out "wait to break it Scuzzy. I didn't even get a turn." Fuzzy then took the gun and examined it. "it's not broken boys" he said "it just needs some more 'Boom Pellets'. Don't worry though I got whole box full of 'em back at ..." he trailed off. "Don't worry about it uncle Fuzzy" Buzzy said, again trying to take his uncle's mind off of his stolen possessions. "How 'bout a song".

"Yeah, sure" Fuzzy said calming down. "Why don't y'all take a seat here "he pointed at the recently felled tree, which the three quickly took comfort on. "While I sit here" he continued taking a place on a nearby tree stump. "Now let me just grab Jo". He reached for an unseen object, he didn't feel anything he started panicking. "JO!" he said frantically searching for his missing possession. "Where you at Jo?" while he continued searching a sound came from the direction of Fuzzy's cabin, which the four Lumpkins recognized immediately, as the sound of a banjo.

"Jo" Fuzzy whispered hearing the sound of his beloved banjo being played by the miscreants, land squatting in his cabin. A feeling of rage started to build up inside him as he listened to the noise they were making with 'Jo'. A feeling that continued swelling, causing the Lumpkins to turn red, until the noise stopped. It was then that Fuzzy exploded in a fit of rage screaming "they's on MY property!"

He then ran off towards his cabin leaving his nephews to follow behind him. He ran outraged all the way to the front of the cabin and started pounding on the door. But upon hearing a voice inside saying "Boomer, go see who's at the door" the rage in Fuzzy disappeared, and was replaced with panic and fear. He had forgotten just who was inside his home. And he knew that picking a fight with any one of the three miscreants inside would only end one way for him; with pain.

He quickly ducked out of sight as the door opened. "No-one's here" he heard Boomer call back inside. Fuzzy didn't dare chance a look, but he just knew that the boy was scanning the area with those large deep blue eyes of his. It wasn't until he heard the door slam shut that he dared come out of hiding. As he did his nephews came running up

"What happened?"

"Did you fight for your stuff?"

"Did you win?"

Shaking his head at their questions Fuzzy motioned them to follow him. It was getting late and he should be bringing them home.

They walked in silence all the way to his brother Hairy's home. The house sat on a different lake, where Hairy Lumpkins was found throwing sticks of dynamite into. Noticing his kin's return Hairy shouted to his kids "Yeehaw boys, you done with fishin' lines. How 'bout some real fishin'" as he finished an explosion came up from the lake and rained fish, and water on top of him.

Seeing his brothers effective fishing method an idea came to Fuzzy's head. "Hey bro!" he shouted "mind if barrow some of that there dynamite" Hairy smiled and called back "Fuzzy, we's is family, just help yourself" he pointed towards his cache of explosives half hiding inside a boat tied to the lakes dock. Fuzzy did just what his brother told him to, picking up as much dynamite as he possible could he ran back towards his cabin.

Once there he set up the explosives in front of the door, which he then banged on lit a long fuse, then ducked into the woods out of sight his eyes closed. He held that position until he heard a loud boom. He peaked to witness his handy work.

The front of his cabin was missing, due to the explosion. Standing where the door was stood the bow's leader Brick, entirely unscathed by the blast. Behind the red headed boy, other two, Boomer and Butch, were arguing about something, which Fuzzy couldn't hear. And there, propped up in the corner stood his banjo.

While Fuzzy contemplated on how to retrieve his it Brick burst out laughing and said to his brothers "come on guys, let's go find a new place where we can crash." The super powered trio then flew off leaving behind red, blue and green streaks behind them.

Fuzzy's jaw dropped. He was overcome with joy. They were gone. He didn't care where they were going because wherever it was it wasn't here. His eyes then went back to the banjo "Jo!" he cried out running towards it. He grabbed it and embraced it lovingly, as Hairy, Buzzy, Wuzzy and Scuzzy came hurrying into the clearing.

"Uncle Fuzzy!" the young ones exclaimed noticing their uncle's victory. "Boys, Bro!" Fuzzy called back. Once they reached him he told them to take a seat on the floor while he took a seat on a wooden box filled with bullets and started playing his banjo, while the remaining walls fell down.

Authors notes: so that was my first short story, I'm fairly sure I never made one in high school, how I passed will forever remain a mystery to me considering how little effort I put in. Well hoped you enjoyed. If I feel like it I MAY create a sequel.