Hi, this is the 4th chapter of the story. I've originally planned for this to be much longer, but I'll save the rest for the next chapter/s.
This one's going to mostly focus on the day from the previous chapter, but from Mojo's boys' perspective.
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The city of Townsville was fast asleep. Streetlights were still illuminating the roads, but there were barely any people wandering around. The only sounds heard throughout, are those of crickets chirping. There was one person however, who wasn't sleeping—he couldn't.
Stop it!
Boomer, the blue Ruff, was lying on the roof of that same skyscraper. He felt something; He already gave her the toy—so now what?
Leave me alone, already!
Taking a breath of air, Boomer got up on his feet. He knew what awaited him back home, so he flew there as slowly as he possibly could.
After a few good minutes, Boomer was finally standing next to "his" home. He stretched his hand towards the handle; he was trembling. Opening the door slightly, he peeked inside. His brothers were there, and judging by their looks, they were not happy to see him.
"Come in"
Boomer walked in, closing the door behind him. He wanted to muster up even a tiny smile, but he could barely look at his brothers—especially Brick.
"Brick, I..."
"No Boomer, Don't even try." Brick said, "You know Boomer, just once I would like you to follow my orders properly."
"But..."
"You know, you've got some nerve; just leaving me and Butch to fight against those girls," Brick said, "Where the hell were you!"
Boomer was silent. He couldn't possibly tell his brothers that he left because he felt sorry for, of all people, a Powerpuff girl. He knew that his brothers would never forgive him if he told them the truth. At the same time, he was tongue-tied, and couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Well, Boomer you leave me no choice. As of today you are no longer an official member of the Rowdyruff boys."
Brick's words hurt Boomer. He could never have imagined being banished by his own brothers. He was an emotional wreck. Boomer didn't argue, but simply walked out through the door.
It was late. Boomer was wandering the city; he needed somewhere to sleep. In any other circumstance, he would break into a home, and dispose of the unsuspecting owner, but this time, he simply wanted to be left alone to himself. It wasn't long before he found a simple bench and drifted to sleep—trying his hardest to forget this miserable day.
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Earlier that day...
The Rowdyruff boys were eating their dinner, prepared meticulously by Mojo Jojo. While nothing to brag about; the Rowdyruff boys had some sense of table manners, and were doing their best not to mess up the kitchen—especially after the scolding they received from Mojo after nearly destroying it the first time. Brick and Butch were enjoying their food, while Boomer was looking at the plate, feeling the food with his fork.
"Boomer, are you Okay?" Brick asked.
"Yeah Boomer, You haven't uttered a word since yesterday."
Boomer snapped out of his trance, and looked up from his plate to his brothers.
"Guys, do you feel it too?"
Brick thought to himself for a moment, what exactly was he supposed to feel. Butch simply scratched his head in confusion.
"It's just... what are we going to do to the Powerpuff girls when we find them?"
"Well that's easy Boomer. We...ahh...w-we—
Brick didn't know what to say suddenly. He began feeling the same way Boomer was feeling; he was at a loss of words.
"I-I don't know Boomer..."
"It's like...I want revenge, after what they've done, but I don't want to hurt them too bad.
Brick looked down, scratching his chin.
"I think I know what's going on here," Brick said. "Mojo said he made us from toilet water the first time, right?.
His brothers nodded.
"Well, how did you feel back then?"
"Angry I guess..." Boomer said.
"Yeah, I wanted to kill anything that moved—heck, I'm surprised we didn't just finish off Mojo"
"Right," Brick continued, "Well, yesterday he told us that he used the stable chemical this time."
"So you're saying we've 'stabilized'?" Boomer said.
Brick kept quiet for a while, while Butch still stared at his brothers, utterly confused.
"Exactly," Brick said, "Besides making us less hot-headed, the chemical—more or less—stabilized our sense of right and wrong. That means that we're no longer the trigger-happy maniacs we were in the beginning."
Boomer followed Brick's every word, while Butch was still trying to collect his thoughts.
"Are you sure it's the chemical though?" Butch said, "I mean, who wouldn't be pissed if they were born in a toilet, and had to put up with Mojo's constant babbling."
The three boys laughed.
"Trust me Butch. We wouldn't feel the way we do if not for the chemical," Brick said, "I mean, you obviously feel it too, right?"
Butch, being the tough one, had a harder time accepting the fact that he may have gone softer after their recreation. However he was slowly giving in, seeing as that's how he truly felt.
"Yes"
"So are we going to find them today?" Boomer asked.
None of the boys—except maybe Butch—were too eager to fight the Powerpuff girls today. They wanted to check out the city—having never really seen it except when fighting the girls.
"Nah. I say we wait until tomorrow" Brick said, "Besides, if we're going to attack, then I'll need to think of a good plan first"
"You mean we'll think of a plan." Butch said.
Brick, being Blossom's counter-part, seemed to share some of her traits—arrogance and vanity, among other things—though it is still largely unknown who was more connected with those traits.
"Sure Butch, maybe if I'm crippled and lose my ability to think, then yes, you can think of a plan."
Brick was.
"Mark my words, Brick, I'll beat you to a bloody pulp one day."
Brick gave Butch a fake-scared look—putting his hand over his mouth and gasping jokingly.
"Now, come on guys, I wanna see what this city's all about!" Brick said.
"Yeah, let's—"
"Boys, are you leaving to take care of those accursed Powerpuff girls?"
Mojo's voice came from another room.
"Yes, Mojo!" Brick said, "we're going to find those 'accursed' Powerpuffs, as soon as possible!"
The boys resisted hard not to laugh.
"Yeah," Boomer continued, "We'll show those big, mean girls, that you don't mess with us, and get away with it!"
"Yeah Mojo, you better have three graves ready by the time we come back!"
The boys had tears in their eyes, as they were trying not to laugh at Mojo.
"Very good. Carry on"
Mojo had no clue, as to what was going on, and returned to reading his newspaper in peace.
Brick pointed to the door, as the boys could no longer hold their laughter. They quickly flew down to the ground, where they burst into laughter—rolling on the grass and pounding on it with their hands.
"Man, for a genius mastermind, Mojo sure is a clueless monkey." Butch said.
"Yeah, you would think he'd be smarter with such a big, boring thesaurus" Brick added.
"Hey guys, look!"
Boomer began imitating Mojo—crossing his eyes.
"I Mojo Jojo, will build a giant robot that will finally destroy those Powerpuff girls forever!" Boomer said, "...As soon as I build a remote to turn on that big, giant brain on my head!"
The boys laughed even harder.
"Come on guys let's have a look around the city," Brick said, wiping a tear from his eye.
The Rowdyruff boys went off the ground and flew towards the city. The city is usually filled with people during the day, so the boys kept a low profile, flying above it; the boys were pondering over where to go first.
"So, where do you wanna go, guys?" Brick asked.
"Arcade, arcade!" Boomer said, pointing at the mall.
"No, let's go to the bowling alley!"
Brick considered both options.
"Arcade it is!"
Butch groaned, while Boomer raised his hands in victory.
"But first, let's buy something to eat."
Mojo and his bite-size meals...
The boys flew to the nearest 'McDonald's' joint; still hungry, despite eating minutes ago. The boys went inside, hurriedly approaching the counter. They weren't noticing the horrified reactions of the people inside—too anxious to eat at McDonald's for the first time.
The girl behind the counter did her best stay on the boys' good side. Forcing the most exaggerated smile on herself. She was a brunette 18-year-old, saving money for college; well aware of the boys' reputation by now.
"H-How... m-m-may I... s-s-serve you?"
The boys looked at the menu for a moment—trying to decide on what they would eat. The girl, meanwhile, was shaking—afraid of making any sudden movements.
"Hmm... I'll have... the double quarter pounder with cheese, and...coke" Brick said.
"I'll have the Angus bacon&cheese and a Dr. Pepper." Butch said.
"A-And.. f-for you?" She asked Boomer.
Boomer was having trouble deciding.
"Uh... I don't know... what would you suggest?
"w-well...uhh... I w-wou—
"Wait! I know!" Boomer yelled, "I'll have the double cheeseburger—No wait!— I'll have the Chicken McNugget—No wait!...
The girl behind the counter was practically sweating by this point, while Brick and Butch were getting annoyed by Boomer's indecisiveness.
"Boomer just pick something!" Brick ordered.
"Fine, fine...Uh, I'll have the McChicken burger and a strawberry shake, please."
"I-Is that all?"
"Well I—"
Brick put his hand over Boomer's mouth before he could say anything—much to the girl's relief.
"Yes that is all." Brick said, glaring at Boomer.
The girl rushed into the kitchen, basically shouting the order for everybody to hear—making sure it's done as fast as possible. The boys simply gave each other confused looks, as they watched the poor girl rushing to bring everything to the counter.
The boys' mouths began watering after seeing their food.
"That sure smells good." Butch took a whiff.
"Hey guys, remember we have to pay for this" Brick whispered.
"We do?" Butch asked.
"Well, she was nice," Boomer said, "A little weird though..."
Brick took out a wallet from his pocket, and began counting the money inside.
"Ahh... How much will that be?"
The girl's forced smile grew into an even bigger one, and she was trembling even stronger now.
"Ch-charge?!" The girl said, wildly waving her hands "N-No charge—compliments of the house!"
"Really? Thanks... uh.. Mindy," Brick said, looking at her name-tag.
Mindy smile was unnaturally large, and sweat was dropping from her face in buckets.
"N-N-No pl-pleasure!—s-serving you was a problem!" Mindy mumbled, "Well, would you look at the time—sorry gotta go!"
Mindy looked at her wrist which, incidentally, had no watch on it; she pushed a button, and a steel wall came slamming down the counter. The boys simply stared as the counter closed before them.
"Told you she was nice," Boomer said.
The boys spent the rest of the day flying around the city looking for fun things to do on their supposed "day off". They went to the arcade, where people ran away from the mere sight of them—allowing them to use-up all the change that the staff left behind; they were the only occupied lane at the bowling alley; they also saw the monster that the girls beat that day—With its forearms still stuck inside the concrete.
Finally it was getting dark, and the boys decided to head home—preferring to walk there instead of flying—seeing how they were flying above Townsville for the entire day—Trying to avoid being seen by people for obvious reason.
"Well that was fun" Boomer said.
"Would have been more fun, if people weren't trying to avoid us like the plague!" Butch complained.
The boys watched as people were coming home from work; lights were slowly dimming in the windows; neighbors were screaming at each other for no reason—the boys felt good seeing all of it, and for once felt relieved that they weren't just doing what they were supposed to be doing—fighting the girls, and helping Mojo with his schemes.
"Hey guys look!" Brick said.
They were passing the monster that they saw earlier that day—still no sign of life, and still stuck.
"Shouldn't they have taken care of him by now?" Butch said.
"Don't count on it, bro" Brick said, "I've heard the mayor of the city is a real doofus. It'll probably take weeks to take care of a monster that big."
"Maybe we can get rid of him," suggested Boomer.
"Nah," Brick shook his head "The girls will probably take care of it, before the city does."
Minutes later the boys were going up the stairs to Mojo's lair. The boys quietly opened the door; it was dark inside, so they had to turn on the lights. Once the lights were on, the boys saw something that made them snicker—Mojo fell asleep on the couch, with a newspaper covering his face; which was soggy from his own drool.
The boys sneaked up on Mojo
I, hereby, accept the key to the city...
The boys almost blew their cover, when they heard Mojo talking in his sleep.
"Shhhh... shut up!" Brick whispered.
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MOJO WAKE UP!
Wha—what?!
Mojo fell from the couch, hurting his head; his eyes were still closed. He was mumbling something unintelligible, barely paying attention to the boys.
"Mojo, we're home!" Brick said.
mmmffffffffffff...
"Yeah, Mojo we had a blast today!" Butch said.
mmmffffffffff...
"We didn't find the Powerpuff girls today, though..." Boomer added.
mmmff...curse you powerpuff...mffff...
The boys looked at each other, not daring to miss an opportunity like this...
YOU STINK MOJO!
Mojo once again mumbled something under his breath, smelling his own armpit—just to make sure. He then, supposedly, sleep-walked his way to his bedroom, and tucked himself in—still mumbling to himself.
Stupid boys...
The boys did not bother restraining themselves, and simply laughed as hard as they could for almost 5 minutes.
"I just hope he won't remember this tomorrow" Boomer said.
"Nah, I'm sure he already knows it" Butch said
"Anyway guys, we better go to sleep," Brick said, "I think we've had our fun for today."
His brothers nodded in agreement, and went to their new bedroom.
"Good night, guys."
Tomorrow's going to be interesting.
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Thanks for reading. I hope this was written better than the previous chapters.
I'll update soon.