DISCLAIMER: Powerpuff Girls is copyright of Craig McCracken, and I suppose you could say Hannah-Barbera.
A/N: Since most people have already seen the PPG episodes, I will not be putting full transcripts up. Instead, I plan to include pieces of the episode, followed by RRB commentary and such. Italics will be pieces of episode. RRB commentary is in third person; however, still in their point of view- or what their thought processes would be like.
Ch: Three; Powerpuff Bluff
'Where could those losers be?' Brick thought, for his third time pacing Mojo Jojo's dome. He really did not care where his brothers were, but they needed to be there for the next episode of Powerpuke Girls. "Get outta there you dummies," he called, red eyes searching high and low. It was then that he noticed a tuft of blond hair sticking out of the purple curtains in Mojo's pad. A wicked smirk spread on the red ruff's face, and he punched his arm against the palm of his other hand. "I know you're there, Boomer." Reaching his hand out, he tugged the curtain aside to reveal... Butch?
"Ah! Don't kill me bro," the green ruff shrieked, shielding his face with his arms.
"What?" Brick blinked. "Why do you have blonde hair, and I ain't gonna kill you stupid."
"Oh." Butch almost blushed. "I thought you'd mistake me for blondie."
At this point, the red ruff wondered if he was the only smart dude in this lameo town. "Your eyes are green. And that's a wig... right?"
"Nah... I jacked Mojoke's bottle of peroxide." Butch reached out a hand and fluffed out his wet and bottle blond hair.
All of a sudden, boyish laughter sounded from the ceiling, and Brick looked up at his real blond brother attached to a ceiling beam.
"Dude, Butch that's so-" Boomer stopped, attempting to control himself before another barrage of giggles hit him. "You" -snort- "moron."
Every Rowdyruff was in a fit of hysterics as they started back towards the living room.
"Go make popcorn, blondie," commanded the red ruff, shoving aside Butch.
"Hey! What am I then?" Interjected Boomer, demanding his brother's attention.
"Your DUM-B blond," snickered Brick, pressing play on the TV and skipping backwards to the beginning of the episode.
Boomer's head lowered at his brother's remark as he trailed behind the redhead, kicking invisible dirt with his worn black sneakers. Brick was mean.
"Why'd I gotta make popcorn," muttered the green ruff, slamming open silver cabinets as he searched for a popcorn bag. A few awesome labels stared back at him: cyanide, botulinum toxin, arsenic, and rat poisoning. He wouldn't kill his brothers though, but scaring them didn't hurt. With an evil smirk, he pocketed a half-empty bottle of arsenic and shoved it in his green hoodie pocket. Then Butch stuffed a bag of popcorn in the microwave and put the unpopped corn in for the allotted time. Whistling to himself, he added just the right amount of butter and dumped the popcorn in a giant green bowl. Payback time.
'Powerpuff Bluff' flashed the screen in bold, italic letters.
"Grub is done," grunted out Butch to his brothers, faking disinterested and bored as he practically threw the popcorn bowl at his brothers. Skidding across the table, the plastic bowl landed in Brick's lap with fluffy white goodness flying everywhere.
Immediately, Boomer shoved a handful of pieces in his mouth, moaning in delight at Butch's cooking. Brick eyed his brothers skeptically, before eating a few pieces of popcorn himself.
"This is so good bro," complimented the blue ruff, sapphire eyes lit with joy.
"Really?" Butch allowed the arsenic to slip from his hoodie, gravity at work.
Cheeks stuffed full with popcorn, Boomer resembled a rather adorable chipmunk as he enthusiastically nodded. Brick caught sight of the arsenic, and he spat out the snack. Looking towards his older brother, the blonde finally noticed the poison.
"What's that?" Asked the blue ruff with child-like curiosity, pointing at the black bottle.
"He tried to poison us," explained Brick flatly.
Not exactly the reaction Butch had expected, and nowhere near as comical the green ruff glowered.
"Chill dudes. It ain't even real." Arms folded, he looked expectantly at his brothers.
" 'Chill?' Your an idiot, why don't you try that on Mojo with his morning banana shake," growled out the irritated redhead.
"But I hate black," frowned Boomer, referring to Butch's funeral if he listened to their older brother.
"I said freeze," commanded a voice on screen. The leader, a redhead, whose haircut looked like Brick's current do.
Voicing what everyone was thinking, Butch stated, "Leader boy, when did you time travel?" He didn't even ask it in a mocking tone, the green ruff actually asked something innocently and that offended Brick even more.
"You know if you take off the butt-face, sweet cheeks isn't half bad," interrupted Boomer, pointing to Sue on screen.
Both of the brothers looked to see what the blond was talking about.
"Stupid, that's Blossom with a card-board cut out," laughed Brick. Then, remembering something, he turned towards the blue ruff and glared at him. "She does not have a butt-face," he protested darkly, shooting red laser eye-beams at his brother.
"Whoa man. I'm talking about cut out. Not your girlfriend." Boomer held up his hands in defense.
Before the redhead could vehemently deny that disgusting statement, cheeks red and all, his attention was caught by on-screen Bubbles.
With a content close-lipped smile on her face, Bubbles slammed prisoner 002 back and forth on the ground.
"Dude, look at her going down on that black dude!" The red ruff exclaimed, eyes wide in respect for the crazy chick. Then, he reached for his notepad and wrote 'watch out for the blue one' on it.
"Is it just me or is blondie a little bit whacked in the head?" Once again, Butch stated the obvious.
Sighing, Boomer declared with hearts in his eyes,"I think it's hot."
A few awkward-moment pause, and then the ruffs were all bawling their eyes out at the double-meaning in their conversation.
"Oh man," chuckled Brick. "It's times like this that I remember why I put up with you losers."
Not even caring about his brother's completely rude compliment the green ruff squealed, "I love you guys!"
For the sake of their dignity, no boy shed a tear and no man-hugs were exchanged. They just resumed watching TV.
' "Ms. Bellum, huh? What do you say I call you… sweet cheeks," leered the convict.
"Oh, call me anything you want, but just rob me and go away!" Cried the Mayor dramatically, mistakenly thinking prisoner 253 was talking to him. "Take my money. Some fine art, maybe. My wife." His wife was shown, holding a tray of cookies and wearing a monocle identical to his. "Jewels, perhaps? The key to the city? My wife?"
"Hey, boss. What's this?" With an evil grin, prisoner 017 holds up the statue of a poodle.
"No!" Shrieks the Mayor, even more so distressed. "Not my priceless, very rare, one-of-a-kind porcelain poodle. Anything! Anything but my priceless, very rare, one-of-a-kind porcelain poodle," he begged.
"I kinda like it." The man reaches for the statue, and holds it up in his hands. "Yeah. I like this very much!" He suddenly raises the statue, and proclaims, "AND WITH THIS VALUABLE KEEPSAKE, I WILL OBTAIN POWER OVER THE MAYOR AND ALL OF TOWNSVILLE!"
Lowering his head, the Mayor says sadly, "Oh, all is lost."
Just then, the Powerpuff girls burst through the front door. Bubbles smiling, Buttercup
glaring, and Blossom pointing an accusatory hand at the delinquents. "Put down that priceless porcelain poodle, you punk!"
Prisoner 253 stutters out, "P-P-P-Powerpuffs?" He protectively holds the statue against his chest.
"Precisely!" She confirms.
Theme music plays as the Powerpuff girls launch into action, pummeling the three criminals.'
"How come we don't have our own theme music?" Complained Boomer, as he pouted and folded his arms.
"Because when we fight we don't stop to play music?" Answered Brick skeptically as he raised his eyebrow.
"I'll do it!" Volunteered Butch with enthusiasm, holding up a really old and ugly looking boom-box.
"Wow," sighed the red ruff as he shook his head. Then, "where'd you even get that man?"
"I flew over to HIM's when he was doing one of those girly work-out DVD's," told the bottle blond like stealing from the most evil entity was no big deal.
"And you ain't scared?" Asked a confused Boomer.
"Nah, he just saw some blond hair so I'm good bro."
Snickering, Brick focused his attention back on the TV. Mainly because his notepad was practically blank. Although they were only a few minutes into the episode.
"Hey!" Squealed the blue ruff loudly as he realized what Butch had insinuated.
Growling, Brick turned up the volume on the TV with the remote clenched in his hand and teeth grinding. "I don't care whose lobster-chow, now both of you shut up!" He bellowed.
' "Well, girls, you've done it again. You saved me and the entire city of Townsville. I'm so proud of you, girls. And to show you my personal sign of appreciation, I want to present you with my priceless, very rare, one-of-a-kind porcelain poodle." Told the Mayor proudly as he handed the statue to Bubbles.
Eyes wide and a smile on her face, the blue puff takes the porcelain poodle in her hands only for it to slip out of her grasp and shatter to pieces on the ground. Everyone stares at the ground for a few moments in disbelief until the Mayor happily reassures them that the accident was no problem.'
'Hadn't he just been raving about how special that thing was?' Wondered Butch as Brick wrote down a few more bullet points about the Mayor.
'Sitting on a prison bench in their cell, the three criminals listened as the newscaster described the Powerpuff Girls latest success.
"This ain't no fair, I tell you. It just ain't no fair! Those Powerpuff Girls get away with everything!" Hissed their leader, the redhead.
"Just imagine what it'd be like to be one of those Powerpuff Girls," prisoner 017 agreed, all the while thinking of cute ponytails and glittery hair bands.
"Yeah. Induce pain and suffering to all the people of Townsville," mused 002, his thoughts contrasting greatly with 017.
'Sparkly party shoes...' thought 017 to himself with a smile.
"Take all the money and goods we want, right under their noses!" 002 grinned.
'Feminine bows with brightly colored sashes.' 017 fantasized in his head.
Suddenly, prisoner 253 brightened. "That's it! We are gonna become the Powerpuff Girls! We are gonna induce pain and suffering! But most importantly…we are gonna be RICH!" '
"Mohawk dude must be happy," snorted Brick.
"He does get to wear a dress," added Boomer pointing to 017 on screen.
"Gamble time!" Announced a twitching Butch with a maniacal grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together and took out a hairy lollipop.
Turning green at the sight of his brother's candy, Boomer threw a cockroach on the table. Brick peeled off a nasty scab he had gotten half the size of his head.
"Dude, that's sick!" Admired the green ruff in awe.
"I know," the redhead smirked smugly. "So what are we betting on?"
"What puff each of the lameos will dress up as. For me, redhead as Blossy, Mr. T as Butterbutt and gay mohawk as Bubbly." Butch explained through his irritating use of nicknames and already placing his bet.
"Eager much?" Asked Boomer before making his bet. "Orange jumpsuit as Blossom, orange jumpsuit as Bubbles, and orange jumpsuit as Buttercup."
No one bothered in correcting Boomer, but Brick did give him a little hint. "Booms, you suck at nicknames."
"So are you forfeiting then?" Questioned the green ruff boredly as he gestured to the pile of disgusting goods.
"No, you wish," told the redhead with arrogance before he decided,"Prisoner 017 as Giggles, 002 as Sour-puss and 253 as Bossy."
"Hey! So it's you guys against me," objected the blue ruff.
"Dude. You are going to lose anyway," giggled Butch with glee.
All three watched the screen, Boomer hoped he wouldn't lose like last time.
'Jingling his keys and whistling as he walks, one of the guards abruptly halts in front of the three men's cell. "Huh?…Hey! What are you three doing in there?" The guard appears puzzled as he approaches the cell.
Nervously, 253 begins in a gruff and manly voice, "Uh…we, uh…" He coughs and clears his throat, then speaks again as his voice adapts a high pitch."We, uh…we were checking out the cells, and we got accidentally locked in." '
"Booya! In your face." Butch knows he is the victor, and makes it quite clear to his brothers. In true ruff maturity, he gets up on top of the table and breaks into the funky chicken.
"Sorry dude," Chucked Brick, shoving the pile of ick towards a wide-eyed Boomer. The blonde's eye twitched. He had to swallow some of the barf threatening to rise up.
"I won. Oh yeah. Go Butch. I'm the master. Oh yeah. Butterbutt wishes she could have some of this. Oh yeah. Go Butch. I'm the master," Sang the bottle blond obnoxiously as he incorporated a few pelvic thrusts into his little winner's dance.
"Ugh. We get it. I won too and I'm not twerking like the Puppet Pals on crack."
Ignoring Brick, Butch continued his victory dance and singing until Boomer walked back into the room with a thick cup of mush.
All eyes were on the blue ruff as he pinched his nose, threw back his head, and chugged their bets down. Belching loudly, he then slurred out, "It sucks losing."
"Whoop, whoop!" Butch 'raised the roof'. "That looked nasty, dude!" He jumped down from the table and patted the blonde's shoulder.
"Serious props," Brick acknowledged, bumping fists with a nauseous looking Boomer.
"You guys are jackasses," mumbled the green-faced ruff before hurling all over MoJo's previously immaculate couch.
"We should use his barf chunks for next time," Butch whispered to Brick. The redhead shook his head and answered back at a whisper, "your a freakin' psycho."
'On screen, the poser Powerpuffs took jewels, flirted with , trashed the Mayor's house, and pounded the old man himself. Sarah Bellum tries to convince the Mayor that the girls were acting strange, only for him to call an arrest on the actual Powerpuff Girls. The Narrator voices the obvious, and the screen zooms in on Blossom at Pokey Oaks.
"And, by adding your pennies to this jar, we can feed the homeless, help abused animals find good homes, or adopt a child from a Third World country."
"Freeze!" Hollars a voice, and all the girls look up in surprise. Bursting in from all sides of the room, the SWAT team members infiltrate the kindergarten class.'
"Oh, shit's about to go down!" Butch grinned wickedly and turned to see his brother still hurling. "Sorry, dude," and then the mad little boy giggled.
"I worry for you Butch," tisked Brick to his brother, before writing a few notes about the townspeople 's gullibility on his notepad.
"A lot of people do," Boomer managed to get out, wiping barf chunks from his mouth.
' "Powerpuffs imprisoned?" Questioned the narrator with disbelief.'
'Payback, girlies.' The red ruff grinned to himself as he watched on-screen Blossom try to calm her sisters and stop Buttercup's bickering. 'It ain't gonna work, babe.'
'Dude. Look at green girl take charge. No one she answers to.' Thought the bottle blond with a liberating smirk. 'Hell yeah!'
'Baby blue ain't a crybaby. Her sisters are jacked just like my jerks of brothers.'
Scowling, Boomer narrows his eyes at Butch smirking. He will get his revenge on the green menace.
'Snapping her fingers, Blossom exclaims, "that's it! I know who they are They are the only three villains capable of such insensitive, derogatory, and insulting language. Don't worry, Ms. Bellum. We'll take care of everything."
Overly excited, Buttercup said, "Come on, girls. Let's bust outta this joint-
As if realizing something, Blossom intervened, "Wait! We can't escape from prison. That would be breaking the law."
Impatiently, the green puff sighed, "Not again!"
"Regardless of our duties to save the world, we would be further harming our falsely soiled reputations-" As the redhead scolds her sisters, they take off and break through the prison wall.
"Hey!" She cries. "Wait for me!" Blossom then flies off after her sisters.'
"Ooooooo." Boomer grins. "The Powderpuffs left the clink." 'Bubbles can be so cute like that,' he squealed to himself.
"Hypocrites," Brick scoffed, writing another few bullet points on his notepad. One including: 'showing Shortcake how fun being evil can be.'
'That's my girl,' thought Butch, a wide, stupid grin on his face. Butterbutt being bad was… cool. Yup, just cool.
'Inside closed Mr. Ching's $1 Chinese Food three criminals are hunkered down at a table with take-out containers. 017 and 002 are eating; 253 is getting ready to do likewise.
"Boy, I'm starving!" Proclaimed 253 right before the girls kick the door down.
"Not so fast, Powerpuff Girls," command the girls to the imposters.
253 stands up, "Powerpuff Girls?! Bring it on!" He demands, flipping over a table in his haste.
Unfortunately, the fight is all-too confusing as they pummel the own members of their group.
"Ow! Buttercup it's me," Blossom whines, rubbing her head.
Eventually, they opt to fight their counterparts with Blossom's advice.
Buttercup chops 002 over the head, while Blossom slugs 253 and sends him sprawling with her left hook. Kneeling, 017 throws a double handful of knives at Bubbles. For a moment, she looks scared, then deftly dodges every blade and counterattacks with a punch that knocks him to the floor. On the offensive as 002 hurls a stack of plates at her, Buttercup spins in place so fast that they deflect. Several of the plates hit 002, who screams in pain as he is hit. Backing off, all three girls deliver flying kicks to their counterpart, that breaks their masks when they fall off and hit the ground.'
"Those girls got moves," Butch purred with appreciation, always loving a good fight.
Ignoring his brother, the red ruff continued writing quickly as he jot down battle tactics.
"Wait, what?" Hollered Boomer in surprise, captivated by the T.V.
' "I'm serious," tells the Mayor with a glare, referring to the Powerpuffs going back to jail. All the laughter suddenly stops, and the standard end shot shows up. Pink hearts blow up the screen, with the Powerpuff girls in orange jumpsuits.
"So once again, the day is saved- thanks to the Powerpuff Girls! See you on visiting day, girls." Chuckles the Narrator.'
"That wasn't jacked at all," snickers Brick sarcastically.
"I love that ol' fart," Butch laughs, thinking of a vehement Buttercup serving time.
"Poor Bubbles," Boomer frowns.
Have I mentioned yet how much I love the Rowdyruff's dialogue? Although Butch seems like a frat-boy constantly high. :P
R & R.
Oh, and should this be bumped up to T? I don't think so, because a few swears dropped here and there aren't that bad but this chapter did have a few references...