Boomer looked at his "school materials." A barely sharpened pencil lay by an outdated history textbook. Boomer wondered why he even had the pencil, he didn't even have paper to write on! The blonde boy wished his was in real school, with actual teachers and updated textbooks. Maybe if he could get smarter he'd be happier. Boomer flipped through pages he had already read so many times. Maybe this time he'll notice something he didn't the last three times.
"I'm bored!" Called a rough voice.
Boomer shrunk into his book, hoping to not be noticed. Of course, it didn't work.
"Why do you have a book when you're too dumb to read?" Asked the rough voice.
"Butch, insults are only funny if they're accurate." Said a smoother voice.
"Hey, Brick, wanna entertain me?" Butch asked.
The boys had all been bored out of their minds since their "father" had become obsessed with defeating the Power puff Girls. Honestly, the boys didn't understand it. They were just teenage girls, why was a middle aged monkey so invested in them? Their father locked himself in his lab a month ago, claiming he'd find the "perfect plan" to beat the girls. Brick tried to find some reasoning behind the monkey's behavior. Boomer wished his father could be happy. Butch didn't care, as long as the plan had room for fun for him.
"I have no reason to dedicate my time to you." Brick answered. Since hitting puberty, Brick's vocabulary had become much better. This was probably due to his being the male version of Blossom, the "smart" Powerpuff girl.
"Then, Boomer, stand up." Butch demanded. Butch seemed to rely on hurting others to keep himself preoccupied. This was probably due to his being the male version of Buttercup, the "aggressive" Powerpuff girl.
Boomer shook on his way up. Boomer didn't have much a backbone, he just wanted to make others, especially his brothers, happy. This was probably due to his being the male version of Bubbles, the "polite" Powerpuff girl.
Butch looked around for a second, looking for a way to turn Boomer into his toy. Butch had actually tormented Boomer so much recently that he was running out of ideas for new torture methods.
Before Butch could dream up an afternoon activity, their father finally busted into the room.
"I have got it! I know how to beat them!" He laughed. "I can finally claim to be able to beat them." He smiled.
Brick and Boomer looked at their father, waiting for the rest of the explanation. Butch tuned everything out, knowing his father had annoying speaking habits.
"I understand the girls are hard to beat. Even with your superior strength, the girls still beat you. I understand that. But I now know how to beat them."
"Okay, Pops, and how do we do that?" Brick asked, hoping to skip a few minutes of useless dialogue.
"I am getting to that. All we have to do is exploit their weaknesses. They have weaknesses that we can exploit."
"But we have easier to exploit weaknesses." Said Boomer.
"That is all right. Because now they have more weaknesses. That is right, they have gained new weaknesses."
"Wait, really? When?" asked Brick.
"It has been happening for the past two years. The girls had been growing weaker since they were sixteen. And we can exploit that. I can make you stronger while they are getting naturally weaker. That is right, it has been this simple and I took this long to notice. I am sorry, but now we can ex-"
"-Exploit their weaknesses, yes, we heard the first few times. So, please explain in, short, sweet sentences how you plan to increase our strength." Brick interrupted.
Of course, their father did not use short or sweet sentences. But after twenty minutes, their father had explained his insanely simple, yet brilliant plan. It really was odd that he hadn't noticed how easy it would be earlier.
