Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or the Rowdyruff Boys

Author's note:

Oh man! So I told myself I would update regularly but I am SO SORRY for the wait. I was busy with finals, then moving all my stuff back home, then trying to find a job, etc etc etc. This is definitely not a month's worth of work but I promise that the next one will be longer.

Waffles891: Thank you! You're awesome! Rome is with us!

Incy Little Spider: Thanks a lot for the review! I was ecstatic when I woke up the next day with my first review! Writing essays or anything was never my strong point but I love formulating ideas and plots. Actually getting everything in my head into something clean and organized is the hard part haha. I am very new to this, so thanks for helping me! I can't promise that I won't mess up but…hey I'm only human

Chapter 2

The cool night air ruffled the hair of the younger Rowdyruff as the three flew back to Mojo Jojo's lair. The boys had hung around the lake a bit longer before they headed back. Mojo was the original of the boys and his lair was the closest place they could call home.

"You think Mojo knows about our run in with those Powderpuff brats?" Boomer asked while twiddling his thumbs.

Butch scowled. "Ya think the monkey has anything better to do than to watch us 24/7?"

"…I was just asking. Geez Butch"

"How about ya'll just shut up?" Brick's eyes were on the lair that was coming closer into view.

How Mojo was able to set his home above a volcano, and more importantly how the volcanic fumes hasn't damaged his home already is a mystery to everyone except the ape in charge.

The boys flew through the open observatory to a laboratory full of destructive equipment.

"So my children, did you find anything destructive to do today?" Mojo turned around in his chair, with magnifying glasses on, working on some remote. He never looked up.

"Oh ya know, we threw around a boat or two" Butch awkwardly switched his weigh from one leg to the other.

Mojo looked up briefly then continued to his remote.

"Yeah, well we're wiped out…So later" Brick shifted his shoulder toward the stairwell door. Mojo shrugged and turned back around.

The boys flew down the stairs to "their room". When they were first created, Mojo had taken the role of creator (aka dad) seriously for a bit. It was a large room that looked like an abandoned lab. Three beds, once aligned symmetrically, were dispersed at different angles of the room.

Boomer flew and crashed onto his bed. "Man I thought he was going to find out" He muffled through his pillow.

Brick laid on his bed, took off his cap, and started twirling it on his finger. His bangs fell right above his eyebrows. He got rid of his long hair after someone mistaken him for Blossom the year before. His thoughts drifted to his younger childhood, back when they used to wreck havoc on the city of Townsville. 'What's happening to us?' It wasn't often the boys posed as a threat to the city and the boys seemed fine with that. The last few years, both HIM and Mojo had been on the boys' case about what they were doing. Mojo stressed that the boys weren't destroying enough while HIM worried that the boys weren't acting evil enough. As kids, destroying was fun and evil was what they knew…No one was telling them how they should act. 'For the love of…They aren't us, how the heck they s'pose to understand us'. His mind went to earlier that day. All they wanted was to goof off at the lake, but them…those stupid Powderpuffs came and ruined everything. 'At least Mojo and HIM let us have a little fun without crashing the party. Those brats think they can stop our fun? Well they were just lucky they caught us in a good mood'. Brick was glad Mojo didn't bother them with what they didn't do. The last few months, Mojo has been working on another one of his doomsday devices so the boys took this as a break. Brick started coming into reality when he heard the sound of Boomer's voice.

"It's the fact they want us to do all this makes me not wanna do it…ya know?" Boomer managed to keep talking the last five minutes, still face down in the pillow.

"Hey! How we s'pose to hear ya when your thick empty head is in the pillow?" Butch complained as he threw one of his green pillows on his brother.

Boomer rolled over, his dark blue eyes staring at the green pillow he now had in his hands. "I mean, it's weird. Mojo would tell us to do something, like rob a bank or something, and we did it! Now when he says to do something, I just don't feel like it. If I wanna rob a bank, I'll do it…I just don't like it when Mojo wants us"

Butch just stared at Boomer with one eyebrow up. Brick lifted his head and cocked his head to the side.

It was no doubt that Boomer was the thoughtful one of the three. For a guy who seemed like his head was nothing but rocks, he could see and sense things that his brothers could not. This has kept the boys from getting into things way over their heads in the last couple of years. Insightful yet Boomer's normal idiotic tendencies brought him back to earth.

"Dude, I don't even know a response to that" Brick shook his head.

"I just came to a realization? What's wrong with that?" Boom sat up and then leaned against the wall that was against his bed.

"I mean why are you speaking out loud? Realizations shouldn't be spoken out loud you nitwit" Brick threw his cap at Boomer. "Go on some talk show, not to us"

"As long as it's that cooking one…she's got food!" Butch piped in.

Boomer caught the cap then put it on the same way Brick wore it. "Oh I'm Brick and I think I'm so cool cause I don't have any issues and I know what's right, and blah blah blah" Boomer put his hands on his waist while to continuing to mock his brother.

"Why you!" Brick flew and tackled Boomer off the bed as he held him by his collar.

"Strike one for Brick" Butch cheered as he rushed to the fighting siblings.

"Boys boys boys…Why all the fighting?" An eerie high voice rang out from behind the boys.

A pink haze began to fill the room.

"Always has to have an entrance…always!" Butch threw his hands up in exasperation

HIM appeared in front of the boys with that overly exaggerated smile.

"Well, well, well, you boys had the opportunity to defeat the Powerpuff Girls but once again failed. Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't you boys ever do what you are told?" HIM crossed his claw-like arms in disappointment.

"Aw C'mon, we was just taking it easy!" Brick protested

HIM towered over the boys and his voice turned into a growl " Did Attila the Hun ever 'take it easy' when he conqured Wester…" Before HIM could finish his rant, Boomer blurted.

"Atta-whata-who?" Boomer had a confused face with the comparison HIM was trying to make.

"Yeah what's this Hunny guy have to do with us?" Brick crossed his arms.

"Whoever he is, we can definitely take him" Butch grinned maliciously.

HIM, by now had cowered back to normal size, was in complete awe of the boy's stupidity. He rubbed the temples of his head and sighed. 'My….How does Mojo put up with these imbeciles!'

"The main thing is that you left those girls unscathed. You didn't even pull out one single punch!" HIM growled.

"…and be that obvious?" Brick lightly mouth the word 'duh' after he spoke.

"Continue"
"If we were to punch the lights out of those girls now, away from the city, then nothing would be damaged 'cept a few trees. We Rowdyruffs don't care to make a few hippies angry, we want a crowd" Brick glared at HIM.

HIM looked suspiciously at Brick. Either he was lying or he did have something planned. It's hard to read the face of a twelve year old boy that could be up to something…especially if he's a Rowdyruff Boy.

I WILL post the next post soon! As in within a week! Don't ya'll just love it when parents pop into your room at random and starting lecturing? Reviews are welcome!