Chapter 3: Police Force
Boomer had waited for the past hour under the tree that he and his girlfriend had claimed as a meeting spot for them to come to if they ever needed to just get away from it all. He could view Townsville from here. It was certainly odd to be far away from it, but the peace and quiet made it worth it. Finally, he spotted Bubbles who was flying back with a small shopping bag in hand. He stood up, stretching and watching her land in front of him. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologized for the long wait while handing him the bag. Boomer opened it and began riffling through the clothing inside. "Uhh… this doesn't really seem like me," Boomer claimed nervously upon seeing the contents of the bag. She giggled, finding his comment slightly funny. "Exactly. It's not supposed to be you. Remember?" Bubbles reminded him of the plan for him to pretend to be related to her so no one would know him as a Rowdyruff.
"I guess if it'll work… wait, where'd you get these?" Boomer asked, pulling the contents out of the bag. There happened to be a small container holding coloured contacts that were meant to change the colour of someone's eyes. He just proceeded to put them in his eyes, blinking and rubbing them. It hurt at first but he grew used to it quickly. His vision had a light purple tint obscuring his sight. "They're from my old Halloween costume. I picked them up at home on the way," she exclaimed, trying to suppress a giggle, seeing the contacts do its job on giving Boomer's eye colour a darker shade of magenta. He pulled out the other clothing item in the bag which was a wig that matched his eye colour. "What did you dress as for Halloween again?" Boomer questioned. The wig was a bit of a longer haired fashion that would easily cover his short blonde hair.
"Last year, me and Buttercup made a game that we blindfolded ourselves and wore whatever we grabbed first," Bubbles hummed while fixing it on his head right. She pulled out a pure white vest as well, giving it to him. He fixed it on himself, feeling ridiculous wearing this outfit, but it seemed to work well. Bubbles could barely tell it was him in the costume. "You sure look like no one I know," Bubbles stated. It was a good thing that he was officially unrecognizable. Boomer just rolled his eyes with one problem. "Yeah… I feel like I flew through the weirdest parts of the mall. So what am I going to be called now?" he wondered aloud, knowing he needed a false alias to hide his identity, and his girlfriend was wracking her brain, looking for name ideas. She couldn't think of anything too wise or intelligent, so she decided to call him the first thing that came to mind. "Bapp!" Boomer raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Bapp? …I don't like it, but I guess I'll get used to it," he said with a sigh, somewhat depressed.
Bubbles could tell by Boomer's face that he was not enjoying the thought of becoming a better person as another person. "I'm glad you're trying to turn into a nicer person, Boome… I mean Bapp. It really means a lot to me," she brought him into a hug with a smile. "Yeah… it means a lot to Boomer too," Boomer joked in third person while hugging her back. Before he knew it, she had broken the hug and was holding his hand with hers. "Come on," she insisted. Boomer was confused while the two of them flew off to the sky, leaving two blue streaks of light trail behind them, Bubbles' being light, and Boomer's being dark respectively. As they flew, Boomer made sure that his wig wouldn't fly off his head while they were soaring through the sky.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived to the other side of Townsville, a lot more of a business area with small businesses around each block, with a home or two here or there. Bubbles began leading her boyfriend through the street. It was hard to go a few steps without one of the many civilians greeting the young blonde girl. Boomer just stayed quiet for most of the walk. Soon, the police station was seen right in front of them. "I'm a little scared," Boomer admitted, worried over what would occur. Even if he was accepted to be a police member, he was more worried about what he might wind up facing. "Don't worry about it, Boomer. Remember, if you need any help, just call me. Good luck," Bubbles reminded him before kissing his cheek. The young boy got a crimson blush to his face, and he nodded, remembering her words. He went and entered the police station, while Bubbles stood at the front door to wait outside for him to hear the outcome, whether Boomer did join the police force or not.
Upon entering inside, Boomer could see the empty entrance, where the only person there was a woman in a blue police uniform working behind the desk at the entrance, bored in her head, "Um, excuse me," Boomer greeted her, seeing the woman as she shook off her boredom. "Oh, hello. How can I help you?" she replied, half expecting him to be there to make a report of some form of crime. "I'm, uh, here to meet the police chief," he answered awkwardly. The woman nodded, standing up and leading him to another room through a door to their left. He was in awe, seeing a lot of policemen in the offices, mainly relaxing while some were busy with paperwork.
"Right this way," she insisted, leading him into the side room. He was nervous, seeing her hold the door open for him. He was wondering how nice this police chief was, or otherwise how stern. He just took in a deep breath and proceeded into the office. The door closed behind him. Boomer looked around, seeing one desk in the room with a small window behind it, as well as a few pictures hanging on the walls of odd artwork.
"Hello?" Boomer called out to the person behind the desk, seeing a black haired woman in a standard police uniform. She had quite a few badges on the front of her shirt. She stared at him with a glare before she made a hand motion for him to come over and take a seat in front of the desk. Boomer followed her order and took a seat. "So… Bubbles came and talked with me about you. So you're the Powerpuff's cousin?" the police chief started her questionnaire. Boomer was already scared out of his head. "Yeah. My name's Boo… Bapp, my name's Bapp," he claimed, already nervous from the near announcement of his name. She just coughed while writing it down. "I'm Police Chief Ana. You shall refer to me as ma'am. Look, normally I would laugh if a seven year old asked to join the police force, but you have powers, right?" Ana cut to the chase, with clear dislike to have her time wasted.
"I have powers, yeah… I just need a job…" Boomer explained his plight, pretending to be playing the role of someone that was going to end up on the streets soon if he had no form of job. Ana just twirled her pencil in her hand while thinking. "Alright, I'll give you a chance. Depending on how you do is if I'll kick you off the squad or not," she agreed to give him a chance, since he had not much hope of beginning at a police academy like should be required, but she was more than willing to forget that part since he had powers. "R-really? Thanks so much," Boomer said happily, and she glared directly at him, her gaze looking like it was trying to pierce his soul. "You start tonight. Be here at 9pm," she threw him a badge. He caught it, awkwardly looking down at the golden medallion that represented some of the hardest workers for justice. It felt accomplishing for him, and he couldn't honestly believe that he was actually changing with this much ease.
After waiting for thirty minutes, Bubbles was starting to get worried. At last, she saw Boomer step out of the police station with a smile. "Well, how did it go?" she eagerly awaited the answer. The police badge was shown to her, with a proud look across his face. Bubbles didn't need to tell him to know she was happy to hear the news. "I start tonight. Now you're going to have more help in town," Boomer stated. As they could see now, the sun was beginning to set in the distance. Bubbles sighed in disappointment. "I need to go back home. I'll see you tomorrow, Bo… Bapp," she giggled before flying off, leaving a blue streak of light behind her he just watched her leave, staring toward the sky with a sigh.
"I hope tonight's easy…" the young boy mumbled while beginning to walk down the sidewalk to find somewhere to spend a few hours in before the time came to get to work.
End of Chapter 3
