"Bubbles?"

"I have been trying to call you guys all day! Where are you?"

"We fucked up. WE FUCKED UP!"

"What? What happened?"

~A few days earlier~

"Alright, so we're all ready to go?" Butch asks, closing the trunk and patting his blonde haired brother on the back. "You're last few days of freedom man."

"I really don't want to do this Butch." Boomer shakes his head nervously. "Vegas is a bad idea guys. Can't we just stay in a hotel here and have a few drinks or something."

"C'mon man." Brick joins the conversation from the front seat of his convertible. "Don't be a pussy, what would your fiance think?"

"Yea." Butch nods. "We agreed we're taking you to Vegas for your bachelor party, and the girls we're all cool with it, so why aren't you?"

"I don't know man." He shakes his head. "I just have a bad feeling about this."

Butch smirks and moves away from Boomer, towards the car. "That's how you know it's gonna be fun."

Brick turns towards the pull-in at the airport. "Well boys, we're here. Let's go get on the plane and party Boomer's freedom away."

"Wait a minute." Boomer looks around, stepping out of the red painted car. "Bubbles asked if her cousin could come along with us too, and I said he could."

"Shit man." Butch scowls. "Why would you do that."

"Well, first of all, he's Buttercup's cousin too so if you plan on staying with Buttercup you'd better start liking him, cause you're not gonna say no to her if she asks you to take him somewhere, and second of all, Bubble's said he's a little weird and doesn't have many friends, y'know? Why not just let the guy come, it's not gonna affect us in any way."

"Whatever." Brick closes the trunk, holding out the bags. "I ain't carrying this shit Butch." He throws one of the bags at Butch's feet. "What does this guy look like anyway?"

Boomer shrugs. "Bubble's said he knew what we looked like."

"How the hell would he know what we look like?" Butch asks, still obviously angry that there was a new-comer joining their party.

"Don't be such a dick man." Brick scolds his childish behavior. "Boomer's right, and when you and Buttercup get hitched, and we end up bringing this guy along, I am gonna give you so much shit."

Butch raises his middle finger towards his brother. "No, I'll just tell her that I don't want her fucking cousin at my bachelor party and that will be that. I'm not a fucking pussy."

"Oh, right." Brick laughs. "You couldn't say no to Buttercup to save your life."

"Says the man who got talked into wearing tie-die pants by a woman who's two feet shorter than him."

"Hey man, watch it!" Brick points at the raven haired man. "Your girlfriend is just as short as mine and Boomer's"

"They're not really that short guys." Boomer re-enters the conversation. "We're just tall."

"We're only Six foot three man, give or take a few inches." Butch motions his hand around. "The girls are fucking, what? Five foot two?"

"See." Brick pulls a pack of cigarets out of his pocket. "That's not two feet shorter, that's just barely one foot shorter."

"What the fuck ever, the point is you wore tie-die pants, and that makes you a pussy."

"No." Brick takes a long drag from his cigaret. "That got me, some pussy."

"HEY!" A shrill voice interrupts them. "BOOMER! BRICK! BUTCH! IT'S ME MIKE!"

"Shit." Butch mumbles, watching as a skinny brunet boy runs towards them. "He's a fucking dork."

"Shit up." Boomer smacks his brother's arm. "Don't say shit like that when he gets over here."

"Hey!" Mike repeats again when he gets to the three guys he was suppose to meet. "Wow, the girls weren't lying, you three are freakishly tall." He smiles, holding out a fist. "I'm Mike. The girl's cousin."

Boomer nods, smiling, trying to be polite. "Hey man, I'm-"

"I know who you are bro." Mike smiles. "Let's go to Vegas!" He fist pumps in the air. "GET FUCKED UP!"

He runs towards the inside of the airport, acting like a complete idiot as his fist bumps the air and races around like a kid on a sugar high.

"Well." Butch smirks at his brothers. "I was right. This is gonna blow."

Disclaimer: I do not own the powerpuff girls, or the plot of the hangover.
Guys, I am going to try to update this story AT LEAST once a week, maybe more. Please tell me if you like it, or if you don't. I am VERY open to criticism and suggestions. I will try to make the other chapters longer, if I can.