Boomer walked down the street happily. Him and Bubbles were becoming great friends, they played almost everyday together and he wasn't getting beat up by his brothers as much. He was actually on his way to Bubbles' house right now.
He grinned, took a turn and approached the Utonium household. He no longer had to sneak around in the bushes and toss rocks to get Bubbles attention. All he had to do was climb through her window and wait in her bedroom for her.
So he did. He flew up to her window, peered in to make sure no one was there, then he opened it and went in. He jumped onto her bed and waited quietly for her. He examined her bedroom, everything was blue. Every. Single. Thing.
After twenty minutes of waiting and no Bubbles, he got bored. He got off the bed and decided to search her room and maybe play with a few toys. He ran over to her vanity and started looking at the objects on top of it. There was blush, lipstick, lip gloss, eye-shadow, eyeliner, chap-stick, blush, concealer, foundation, bronzer, barrettes, elastics, a comb, a brush, hairspray, hair gel, moose, and about twenty bottles of perfume. "Does she wear all this crap?" he asked while examining the girly products.
He grabbed the eyeliner and drew two thick rectangles under his eyes, just like football players do. He laughed and flexed his muscles, "Boomer Jojo is beast!"
He grabbed one of Bubbles dolls and started running around the room while shoving things out of his way and pretending to be a professional football player. He tripped and fell, "Ow…"
"Who's in there!" shouted a man's voice.
Boomer's eyes widened and he crawled under the bed quickly. He peered through just in time to see the Professor barge in with a bat in his hands, "Anyone here?"
Boomer chuckled at how stupid the guy looked, he was obviously scared and fear makes someone way un-intimidating. The Professor looked in the closet which had about twenty of the same dresses in it. "Alright…" he left and Boomer started laughing hysterically.
Before he knew it he drifted to sleep. He must've worn himself out from running around so much.
He opened his eyes again to see that he was looking into another set of piercing blue orbs, "Wakey, wakey!" she chirped happily.
They were both laying on the floor, Boomer was still under the bed laying on his arm, as if it were a pillow. Bubbles was now laying in front of him with her head propped up on her palms, "Hey Bubbles, when did you get here?"
"About ten minutes ago, when did you get here?" she giggled and stood up. He did the same thing lazily and sat beside her on the bed.
"Um I got here at like 12:30." He paused, "What time is it now?"
"It's now 3:10." she smiled at him when his jaw dropped.
"Well where were you all day?" he asked still amazed it was so late in the afternoon.
"Well I go to school, silly."
Boomer looked over in the corner at her backpack, "School?"
"Yeah! You know it's the building where you get to learn a whole bunch of things and play with other kids and have snack time and recess!" she explained joyously.
"Oh…" Boomer nodded.
"Don't you have to go to school? The Professor says everyone needs an education!" Bubbles sang happily.
"No, Mojo never said anything about school. Who cares." he shrugged it off.
Bubbles gasped and hit his arm gently, "I care! If you want a career you need to go to school!"
"I don't know. How long is it?" he asked curiously.
"From nine o'clock in the morning 'til three o'clock in the afternoon." she smiled, "And it's Monday through Friday but then you get weekends and holidays off."
Boomer made a disgusted face, "Ew, that's gross."
"Nuh-uh! It's actually really fun! I'm in the first grade, that means I'm smarter than kindergarteners!"
"Do you get to play?"
"At recess and snack time you do, and my teacher is really nice, she let's us play games while we learn!" Bubbles was getting really into it.
Boomer smiled, "Well maybe I should ask Mojo to sign me up too!"
"Yeah then we can be classmates! We can play ALL day!" she chirped eagerly but Boomer frowned.
"What if Butch and Brick find out?" he asked nervously.
Bubbles thought for a minute and sighed, "We could pretend to hate each other…""That's not fun…" he huffed, "I hate my brothers, why can't we be friends, anyway?"
Boomer began to pout and Bubbles nodded in understanding, "I know, I mean it's not like I'm a bad person."
"That's the problem! You need to be a bad girl in order for them to like you!" he grunted and fell back on her bed. "Can't you just quit school."
"No, the Professor would never let me."
"We'll never get to hang out…" he moaned.
Bubbles laid beside him and they stared at her ceiling, "Maybe we could get Butch and Buttercup to be friends and Blossom and Brick!"
Boomer's eyes widened, "You're a genius!"
"I know, I know." she giggled and pretended to bow.
"So how do we do it?" asked Boomer.
Bubbles grinned the most wicked grin Boomer has ever seen her grin.
A week later…
"Good morning class! We have three new students today." chimed their teacher Mrs. Smith.
Bubbles grinned happily to herself when she saw the boys walk into the room. She then noticed Blossom and Buttercup tense up. Buttercup growled and gritted her teeth while Blossom held an unemotional expression, she was obviously holding in her anger and attempting to be mature.
"Boys would you please introduce yourself?" she asked kindly.
"My name is Boo-" Boomer started to speak until Brick cut him off.
"I'm Brick, that's Butch and that's Boomer." he spat out angrily. Him and Butch weren't very happy that they had to attend school. They didn't know Boomer had set it up though. Boomer put a pamphlet of the school on the table and Mojo found it, being the oh-so-smart monkey he is, he decided to get the boys out of his hair and send them off to school.
"Yeah." Butch grunted.
Boomer looked at them and put on an angry expression, pretending to be rude and tough. The teacher continued to smile, "Well you can choose a seat anywhere!"
The boys sat at a table together and groaned. Boomer looked over at Bubbles' table and smiled. Buttercup turned to look at the boys and saw Boomer smiling, she scoffed and stuck her tongue out. Boomer regained himself and stuck his tongue back at her.
After a math lesson on addition the school bell rang meaning it was lunch time. Buttercup and Blossom strutted out of the room without giving the boys a knowing glance and the boys trudged out bored.
Bubbles and Boomer waited 'til everyone was gone, "Let's go!" said Bubbles and they ran over to Mrs. Smith.
"Hello children!" she chirped.
"Hi Mrs. Smith I was wondering if you could do us a favor." said Bubbles
"Yeah we really need your help!" pleaded Boomer.
"And what does this favor consist of?" she asked with a smirk.
"Well our siblings don't get along with each other, like we have a rivalry. His brothers and my sisters just hate each other!" explained Bubbles.
"Yeah and we want them to be friends like us, so we thought you could make new seating arrangements and sit Butch and Buttercup beside each other and Brick and Blossom beside each other." finished Boomer
"Oh and if we could sit near each other that would be nice too." Bubbles added with a sweet smile.
Mrs. Smith smiled, "I'll think about it, you guys should go eat though."
Boomer and Bubbles smiled at each other and nodded, "Okay!"
After Lunch and Recess…
Buttercup and Blossom shot Butch and Brick a glare and went to sit in their seats when they saw nametags placed at each seat, "I decided we should have new room arrangements just like our new students!"
Everyone nodded and searched to find their name tags. Bubbles and Boomer's eyes lit up with joy when they were placed beside one another, "Yay!"
The other ruffs looked at Boomer, Boomer's smile faded and he growled, "Damn…"
The ruffs nodded and patted his back, then they went to find their nametags. Boomer then looked at Bubbles and smiled again.
"I'm not sitting next to a lowlife like him!" spat Buttercup rudely.
"Yeah, Brick smells funny!" said Blossom bluntly from her table across the room.
"No being rude children, take your seats without complaints." she ordered. Then she gave Bubbles and Boomer kind glances.
Class began and the Mrs. Smith passed out sheets of paper and gave instructions to work with their partners to complete the work. Blossom went to grab the paper but Brick took it quickly, "Brick, let me see the sheet." she said maturely.
"Or what? You'll cry?" he barked.
"No, I'll just have to punch you in the face." she threatened.
"Oh god, what happened to being nice and shit?" he asked sarcastically.
Blossom gasped, "Mrs. Smith! He just sweared!"
While Mrs. Smith went over to the reds the greens were having their own dispute. "Shut up." said Buttercup immediately.
Butch looked up from his paper, "I didn't say anything."
Buttercup zipped her head up to face him, she tightened her glare and bit her teeth, "What did I just say?"
"Shut up." he answered.
She jumped out of her seat and slammed her fist on the table, "NO! You shut your big, fat mouth before I give you a big, fat lip!"
Butch cocked a brow surprised by her outburst, he was about to explain that he was answering his question but thought this would be more fun, "How you gonna do that? Suck on it?" he puckered his lips and made kissy sounds.
Buttercup hissed, "Your gross!"
"Get used to it, toots." he leaned in his chair and put his feet on the table.
Before Mrs. Smith could do anything Buttercup had Butch pinned to the floor and she was repeatedly pounding his face in. "Oh no! Call the principle!"
After school…
Buttercup grunted, "I hate Butch."
The girls were walking home, Buttercup was grouchy because she had to give a slip to the Professor saying she misbehaved. Blossom carried her books and bit her lip, "Same about Brick."
Bubbles tightened her fists, "What happened to giving people a second chance!" she shouted angrily and flew away angrily.
Buttercup and Blossom switched looks, Buttercup shrugged and they both flew after their blue sister. "Bubbles, what's wrong?"
"I hate it! We're supposed to be good girls! We're heroes, we should accept the fact that the ruffs were mean before, we should try to befriend them and help them join the side of justice! If we keep fighting with them then we'll just push them further to the dark side!" she began to cry, "I don't want you guys to hate each other!"
Blossom and Buttercup looked at her confused, "It's okay Bubbles, we'll try to befriend them, Buttercup can learn to control her anger and I'll stop being a smarty pants."
Bubbles had her face in her hands, she smirked evilly to herself and then looked up from her hands. She pretended to wipe away tears, "Really?"
"Yeah sure." said Buttercup, "But why do you care so much?"
"I think Boomer's cute." she giggled and smiled innocently.
Buttercup gagged and Blossom chuckled. "Well I guess the first step to a friendship is…kindness." Blossom smiled gently at Bubbles.
"Hey Brick, Butch." said Boomer. They were all sitting in their living room. Butch was listening to a stolen ipod. Brick was surfing channels and drinking some soda.
"What?" snapped Brick.
"I have a plan to make the power pukes become villains." he said quietly.
Brick's ears propped up and he turned slowly, "Start talking."
Boomer fidgeted in the kitchen chair, "Well maybe if we were 'nice' to them then we could convince them to join our team. Think about it, six super powered kids that were bent on taking over the world. We'd so own it."
"You think they'd be interested in some additional making out on the side?" asked Butch.
Brick and Boomer made gross faces at him. Butch had matured faster than the others. He was now very perverted and interested in girls, their bodies and kissing. He glared at them, "What?"
"You're a freak."
Boomer shrugged it off, "Maybe. I don't care but like I thought I was a good idea."
"Since when are you good at making plans?" questioned Brick suddenly.
Boomer started to sweat, "I don't know, I just like being intellige-geant."
Brick rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I guess we could give it a go."
"Yeah." shrugged Butch as he looking at a playboy, "I wonder what Buttercup will look like when she's older."
"Just another skank." said Brick and they laughed harshly.
Boomer rolled his eyes. Step one of the plan complete.