Disclaimer by Butch: Well duh, the author doesn't own the Powerpuff Girls or anything else puff and/or ruff... sorry if that came across kind of harsh. Enjoy and tell the author what you think!

Chapter 1: Teens Will Be Kids

Blossom's POV

There was nothing out of the ordinary that day. Nothing was weird or unusual in the least. It's amazing how fast the situation could change. This is what had happened...

We had the Rowdyruff Boys over at our house to hang out and do teenage stuff, like gossiping about how terrible our workplace bosses are, sharing crude jokes, and cuddling, because, why not?

Little did any of us know, the Professor, our dad, was working on another one of his previous experiments in his lab, downstairs. He was attempting to customize the formula that was supposed to keep us young forever (but instead turned us into babies), but apparently, the concoction was highly unstable.

"Hey, somebody go downstairs and get my wallet. Maybe we could go to the mall or something," Brick spoke.

"Why can't you go get it, yourself? It's your money," Butch shot back.

"Because the leader never toils over his own stuff."

"Brick, it's been like ten years. Are we still arguing over leadership? Are we even to consider you the leader, anymore? We're damned teenagers, now!"

"I don't know. Are we?"

"Enough, guys! This argument is over! If neither of you are gonna just go get it, then I guess I will! Shopping doesn't sound like such a bad idea, to me," Boomer belted.

"Oh, okay then. I guess Boomer can go fetch it, like the gentleman he is," Brick sneered. Bubbles excitedly squealed as he praised her boyfriend. "But if you take even a single penny, I'll wallop you!"

"Sure you will, sure you will," Boomer rolled his eyes as he shuffled out the door.

Boomer's POV

What dumbasses. Why do they even bother at this point? Why do I even bother? I mean, I just agreed to go grab Brick's wallet for him. I'm pretty sure that nets me the award for "Most Manipulative Mind." My mind was a wreck trying to solve the puzzle. I almost entirely forgot what it was that I was looking for. My eyes wandered until they located the wallet. I picked it up and then immediately realized that I was totally strapped. If we were going to the Townsville mall, I would need at least $50. Walking into a shopping center without money is like walking into a Chuck-E-Cheese without tokens; if you don't have it, you feel incredibly sad.

Maybe I could just fly home and grab some cash, I thought, but then realized that if I took too long, Brick would endlessly bitch about it when I finally came back, and if you knew anything about Brick, it's that he could maintain bitchyness status for quite awhile. After contemplating for quite some time, I arrived at the conclusion that I could just ask the Professor if he could loan me some money (I knew I'd have to me extremely sincere-sounding, since he didn't necessarily like the idea that all three of his daughters were always hanging around with us).

I heard a crashing sound coming from the basement lab, so I hurried over to investigate. Opening the door, I peaked in, looking down the stairway. Professor Utonium, are you okay? is what I would have asked, if a piercing bolt of cobalt energy hadn't torn through the air, up the stairs, blinding me. The only color that I could make out was pitch black, and that was it for some time.

I heard the professor running up the steps towards me. "Uh oh," I heard him mutter. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up, looking back at him... only I had to lean back to look at him.