"Okay boys," Brick said in his gravelly voice, "Today we're doin' graffiti!"
"All right!" said Butch eagerly, already jumping up and down. "Let's go!"
Five minutes later the boys were in an alleyway deep in Townsville's downtown. Brick tossed a can of spray paint to each boy, in their respective colors. Brick and Butch immediately turned to the brick wall and let loose. Boomer stood there, lost in thought (which was an event considered rare to non-existent by his brothers), idly spraying the wall.
He was thinking of a girl. She had big blue eyes and wore her hair in pigtails and was really cute…Boomer shook his head, as if the action would clear his mind like and etch-a-sketch of any Bubble's related thoughts. Girls were icky. They liked dolls and pink and makeup. But Bubbles, she was different. She could kick butt!
"Hey Boomer! Watcha problem?" Brick called out. "Do I have to go punch some sense into you?" Boomer glared at his brother and said "No, I'm workin'!" Butch had wandered over to inspect his blond brother's work and started giggling. "Hey Brick. You gotta come look at this! Boomer's gotta crush! On an icky giiiiirl!" He fell over in chortles, hitting the ground and rolling around. Brick glanced over "Boomer watsa matter with you? Come one man, the Powerpuffs suck!"
Boomer had absentmindedly sprayed on the side of the building 'Boomer+ Bubbles' encircled in a large heart. He almost dropped dead right there.