Hey, thanks for checking out this story! It's only my second one on this site...hope you enjoy it! Ahh...couple notes before we start. One: I thought that this would be an obvious premise to an episode of the show, but as it never happened, I'm doing a story on it. The characters are just as they appear in the show at its latest point. Two: there won't be any romance or any hints of romance or anything of that sort between anyone in this fic at all. Just to let you know. And three: I don't own anything, so suing me would be worthless to you. That is all...

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"Dude, that was so lame!"

"Yeah, dude, that was such a sissy thing to do!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"But you did do it, and it was totally lame!"

"Yeah, it was such a sissy thing to do!"

"It's not like I wanted to save those people..."

"But...you...did!"

"Yeah, and it was such a sissy-"

"All right, I get it already!"

"So what have you got to say for yourself, then?"

"Yeah...now that you're a hero!"

The city of Townsville was a very cheerful place this early-Spring Saturday, due to the fact that it was unusually warm; you know, the type of day where you just had to get out go somewhere. The popular destination today was the beach; that's where one could find a couple hundred Townies relaxing, as well as an untold amount of tourists. It was also where the Rowdyruff Boys decided to hang out today. They had had their mischeivious fun, as usual: burying people neck-deep into the sand (by shoving them by the shoulders), setting umbrellas on fire, stealing people's coolers...the usual. After a while, Brick had ransacked the surf shack and they were actually enjoying themselves on the water (without causing too much trouble for once), when they spotted a gigatic sea monster head ashore. It roared with the middle of its three heads, sending the people fleeing in all directions. Butch, however, gave a loud howl of excitement.

"All right, finally! Some action! I was starting to get bored with all this surfing."

"You're just saying that cuz you suck at surfing!" Boomer joked. Butch didn't find it too amusing however. He glared at his brother.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me! You couldn't stay on your board if it were glued to your face!"

There was no response to that other than Butch slapping his hand to his face. Instead of replying, Brick only groaned and yelled, "Would you guys just shut up and come on? It'll be long gone before we even get there!" They abandoned their boards and flew towards the shore. The monster sensed them coming and turned two of its heads to meet them (the third kept its focus on the beach). The boys flew in close and got ready to start pounding on the monster when it unleashed its attack: the far left head threw out orange flames that hit Boomer and knocked him to the beach, while the head on the right caught Butch by letting out a sickly-green-looking gas.

"I can't breathe! This stuff smells like Brick's breath!" Butch said while trying to fly up and out of reach of the green gas. Brick, however, wasn't paying attention to his brothers; he was focused on the back of the middle head, which he socked dead center with a powerful punch. The monster roared loudly, but Brick wasn't finished. He grabbed that neck, and with a mighty heave tossed the monster up towards the sky, where Butch was waiting for it. He sent it flying back down to Earth with a gigantic kick to its body.

"Boomer, he's comin' your way!"

Boomer shook his head and looked up. He wasn't in the right position to finish the job...he had to get there fast! Getting to his feet, Boomer took off towards where the monster was going to land...towards a big group of tourists who were too busy snapping photos of the monster to notice that they were in danger.

"Get outta the way!" Boomer shoved the entire group out of the monsters path, and in doing so sacrificed what little time he had left to attack the monster. It landed right on top of him with a resounding BOOM! Brick and Butch just stared at the monster, not quite sure of what had happened. But that was a short lived silence.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the both of them guffawed out loud. They then flew down towards the beach, laughing the entire time.

Boomer had recovered from the initial shock of being flattened by a multi-ton beast, and decided to put this thing out of its misery. He shot his eyebeams straight up and through the monster, spilling its guts all over him. He didn't mind though; he was sure it would make him look cool in front of his brothers. Poor boy didn't know...

The other two had landed on top of the monster when Boomer finally tore up through the hole he had made. His face wore a confused look once he realized that they were laughing. They weren't supposed to be laughing.

"What's so funny?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

"Dude, you...HAHAHAHA!...you totally...HAHAHAHA!" Butch couldn't continue because he was laughing so hard. Brick tried to finish for him.

"You saved those people, man!"

"WHAT?!"

Butch gasped between each howl. "Yeah! I mean, how stupid do you have to be to let yourself get pancaked just to save some people!? HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Boomer was in shock...he had saved that group of people, hadn't he? How could he let himself do such a thing?

"I didn't save those people," he defended, "they were in my way!"

"And you pushed them out of the way just to let yourself get flattened by that monster!" Butch erupted once more into laughter.

"Yeah!" Brick continued, "'Look at me! I'm Boomer! Don't worry, citizens, I'll save you! SPLAT!' HAHAHAHA! Dude, that was so lame!"

Butch had finally calmed down a bit. "Yeah, dude, that was such a sissy thing to do!"

Boomer was still vainly trying to defend himself. "I didn't do it on purpose!"

"But you did do it, and it was totally lame!"

"Yeah, it was such a sissy thing to do!" Butch added.

"It's not like I wanted to save those people..."

"But...you...did!" Bric said slowly.

"Yeah, and it was such a sissy-"

"All right, I get it already!" Boomer was getting tired of this.

"So what have you got to say for yourself, then?"

"Yeah...now that you're a hero!"

Boomer was offended. "Don't call me that!"

"Why not, hero? That's what you are: a hero!" Butch retorted.

"Yeah, why don't you go join those Wussypuff Girls if you want to be a hero so much!"

"Why don't you go join those Wussypuff Girls yourself?" Boomer shot back. Brick just laughed. It was too easy. "Because I'm not the one who just became a hero, duh!"

"So?"

"So," Butch answered, "Go join those Girls if you want to spend all your time saving people, cuz that's not what Rowdyruffs do! In fact, I bet one of those girls could be a better Rowdyruff than you can!"

That hurt. "No, they couldn't!"

"Ha! Bet one of 'em could! I bet anybody could be a better Rowdyruff than you, Boomer!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Boomer had finally had enough. "Fine! I'll prove to you guys why I'm a Rowdyruff! Then you'll see! You guys'll be sorry you ever called me a hero!" And with that, he flew off. His brothers just stood there for a second watching him fly away, then caught each others eyes...before once again being floored in fits of laughter.

Boomer had flown off towards the city. He had almost wanted to cry. Almost. Now all that he felt was anger...anger at his brothers for making fun of him, anger at himself for saving those people, anger at the sea monster for giving him back pains. He decided to focus that anger into something that might help prove his Rowdyruff-ness. And that's when a rare moment of inspiration hit him. The afformentioned "Wussypuff Girls"...he'd take them down! Well, maybe not all of them at once (none of the Rowdyruffs were stupid enough to challenge the girls three-on-one), but one of them. And depending on how well that went, he may even go after another one...then maybe another one! Boomer could already see his brothers applauding him as he presented the defeated Powerpuff Girls. Delusions of grandeur? Only to sane people...but to Boomer, it was a course of action.

The only trouble now was finding one of them. Lucky for him, it wasn't hard. Once he had reached the middle of the city, they were easy to spot. They were doing a simple fly-over, and even more lucky, they were flying over each area of the city separetely. This was Boomer's best chance to catch one of them off-guard. He flew low and noticed that one of them was heading towards the forest. Not only was that far out of the way from interuptions, but for Boomer, it was home turf. There was no further debates; he decided to follow that one.

Anyone care to harbor a guess as to whom "that one" is?

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And that's all for now! I'll have the next chapter up one day soon. Please review if you wish!