Bubbles combed out her hair, singing sweetly. Her sisters looked at her with unease, exchanging weird looks.

"Yo Bubbles, you alright?" Buttercup asked, scratching the back of her head.

"Oh, why wouldn't I be alright, BC?" Bubbles asked sweetly. She gave her sisters a wave. "Well, see you later!"

"Wait, Bubbles—where you going?" Blossom asked.

But she was too far away to reply.

Boomer sighed and watched as his brothers shot each other with their laser beams, laughing like hyenas. He groaned and bent over, covering his face with his hair. A beeping distracted him from the game and he grinned, standing up and shooting into the sky, his blue beam of light unnoticeable against the same shade of the heavens.

"Hi, Bubbles!" He said cheerily.

"Hi!"

The two blues joined hands and jumped excitedly up and down like little kids. Well, technically they were both fourteen years old now. But seriously, fighting crime for eight years was seriously getting old.

Even Mojo and Him had given up.

Boomer stepped back and crossed his arms, RRB-style, and looked down at Bubbles. "My, my Bubbles, how small you've become."

"Oh please, Boomer," Bubbles said, stepping up to him and standing on her tiptoes. "I'm still as tall as you."

"Not anymore you aren't," Boomer said, smirking, patting her head. Yeah, Boomer was definitely taller.

"I'm so glad you said you would come and play!" Boomer said happily. "It's getting boring, you know, robbing banks and eating pizza day after day after fucking day."

"Watch your language, Boomer!"

"I don't care about my language, Bubbly," Boomer said, biting his bottom lip. He smiled and gave her a tight hug, lifting her up into the sky. "It's so nice when I'm with someone nicer and not rowdy at all."

"You do realize you're hugging a girl," Bubbles giggled.

"I don't care, Bubbly," Boomer said, squeezing her even tighter.

"BOOMER, where are you?!" Brick hollered as he slammed down the car he'd lifted in disgust.

Butch groaned, accompanied with a few twitches. "Well, that's it. We can't find him."

"Shut up," Brick snapped. "We'll find him!"

"But we've looked everywhere."

Brick cracked his knuckles and glared. "Not yet we haven't."

"Bubbles, where are you?!" Blossom screeched. She slammed the door of the closet and floated over to her sister.

"I give up!" Buttercup yelled. "This is outrageous! First she acts all weird, and then she disappears?"

A loud slam shook the house. Both girls looked up.

Brick and Butch flew up to them and quickly pinned them to the wall, dark red and green eyes blazing with anger.

"For goodness' sake, Brick, there's a thing we call knocking."

"Shut up, Blossy!" Brick hissed, leaning in closer. Blossom felt herself turning red at how close they were, but ignored it. "I know you've got Boomer somewhere!"

"We don't!"

"Yeah you do!"

A soft cough came from the sofa.

"Professor," Blossom choked.

"Hello, Girls, Boys," the Professor said, waving. This sort of thing wasn't new to him anymore. He smiled. "What's all the trouble about?"

Butch loosened his grip on Buttercup, but refused to take his eyes off her. She glared back.

Brick let go of Blossom but kept a firm hold on her hair. "Well, you see, Prof," he began, sounding a lot like Blossom. She struggled, but Brick gave her a fierce tug. "Our brother, Boomer, seems to have escaped our notice earlier this morning. And even though we looked everywhere, we found nothing. And I'm sure that these little hags have got him, don't you, you fucking pricks!" Brick hissed, pinning her down to the ground and ignoring his choice of words. Blossom struggled, but Brick held her down.

"Yeah, and we just want him back, Prof!" Butch yelled, before getting kicked in the gut by an outraged Buttercup.

There was a violent fight scene between the two Greens and Brick still had Blossom pinned, two hands on her shoulders, a knee on her gut and another crossing her legs.

Professor sighed. "Now, children," he began.

Everybody froze, except for Butch who was still twitching.

"Why don't we all sit down and talk about this?"

Brick blinked. He was respectful, yes, but talks with the girls? HA! As if.

Blossom growled. Brick held her steady.

Butch had trapped Buttercup in his headlock.

"Or…you can stay that way," professor said, sighing. "Although Brick, you are in a rather sexual position with Blossom right now."

Brick snorted. "So? Get on with it."

"Now, Brick…"

"I'm staying this way and I can do whatever I want, Prof, girlie or not, and there's no way I'm letting Blossom go. Ever," he snapped.

He blinked, and then scowled. "Not that kind,"

Butch spoke up. "So, Prof, could we get our brother back now?"

"Well Boys, we don't have him…and it appears that our Bubbles is missing too."

Brick frowned. "We don't have her."

Blossom scowled. "Yeah, right!"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up or I'll kiss you!"

"I'm not scared of cooties, missy!"

"Oh yeah?"

"YEAH!"

"Why don't you fight like a man, Brick!"

"Why don't you just shut up!"

Buttercup started yelling. "Hey, shut the fuck up!"

Butch yelled, "Keep it down, you idiots!"

Professor Utonium rubbed his temples.

Boomer clasped Bubbles' hand and let out an excited scream of glee as the wind currents brought them both to the ground. "Geez, Bubbly, I had so much fun."

"Me too, Boomer," Bubbles said, panting.

Slam.

"Boomer!" Brick yelled. There was a beam of neon red and pink before both leaders confronted their team mates.

"Bubbles—"

"Boomer—"

"We were so worried about you!"

"We searched every single fucking place—"

"—In the whole city, even in the house, Bubbles!"

"Answer me now, Boomer—"

"Where—"

"The fuck—"

"Were you?!"

The two Blues gulped while the Reds stared at each other and blinked.

"Holy shit," Butch swore, eyes widening. "They're completing each other's sentences, Butter!"

"It's the end of the world!" Buttercup screamed hysterically.

"Now, now…"