If anyone loved April Fool's Day, it was Butch. Master of Pranks. Lord of Mischief. No one could outdo this ingenious trickster. Now twenty-two years old, he'd had years of worthwhile memories in which he'd accomplished hundreds of hilarious pranks on his brothers and close friends, the Powerpuff Girls themselves.

But this year, the Girls had made it their mission to return the prank to Butch and get him back for all the tomfooleries he'd pulled on them since their alliance. (Not to mention the number of pranks before it.) However, Butch was too smart in the art of pranks and tricks to be conned by their less-than-stellar attempts. It was nearly impossible for someone, really anyone, to get him. He knew every shenanigan in the book or just shy of it.

That being said, it intrigued Butch to see what the Girls had in mind to return the trick to him. And he wanted to be sure nothing got in the way should they actually be able to come up with something interesting.

"I won't be doing any pranks this year," he declared the evening of March 30th to all his super powered companions as they huddled around the television.

All glanced up at him, their expressions ranging from stunned to doubtful. "Yeah. Riiight," Brick said in a flat tone, turning to rest his arm around Blossom's shoulders.

Blossom, however, only stared with narrowed eyes at the green Ruff in suspicion. "Why don't we believe that?" she asked in a dubious voice.

The conniving smirk that was painted on his face made it easy to feel his words were less than honest. Nonetheless, it was as true as Butch could be. He shrugged, still wearing his mischievous smirk. "I just have other interests for this year. I'm gonna observe instead of scheme. So don't mind me."

The subject closed and, somehow gracefully, Butch threw himself onto the couch, wrapping his arm beside a perturbed Buttercup. Despite his friendly smile, she groaned and scrunched her face in distaste before pushing him a good foot away. Bubbles and Boomer returned to their movie, cuddling on the floor. Brick and Blossom, though, were a little less convinced that that was the end of that, but ignored Butch and curled up into each other, following suit with their "younger" siblings. Butch's assertion didn't stop the Girls from exchanging a secretive look, their own form of a prank forming in their heads.

"Let's spend the afternoon at the beach!" Bubbles exclaimed gleefully on Saturday morning.

"But it's supposed to rain," Butch replied, eyes narrowing into suspicious slits as he recalled that the date was April 1st. "Ah, have something up your sleeve, do you?"

Buttercup emerged from behind her blonde pig-tailed sister, sneering at her arrogant counterpart. "Butch, not everything we ask about doing has some relevance to you. Maybe it's just because it's a gorgeous April day that we want to take advantage of."

"We're in." Blossom stepped in, fingers linked with Brick's, just as the green Ruff started to open his mouth. There was a snarky remark that was evident on his tongue. "I could use a little sun. Perfect day to go."

Butch shrugged, a twisted smirk on his lips. "I guess I'm in. I definitely ain't gonna pass up the opportunity to see you fine babes half naked."

"Watch it, asshole," Brick and Boomer threatened in sync, arms going instinctively around their girlfriends.

An uncaring shrug and twenty minutes later, everyone minus the Professor had been piled up into Brick's Chrysler 300 and we're off to Townsville beach. It was a quick ride, Brick having driven like a maniac, despite the nagging of his redheaded fiancée in the passenger's seat. Butch didn't care; he'd grown used to tuning the duo out over the course of those nine years they'd been together. Now being college graduates, and engaged, he had the sense that that skill would be even handier to have. His skill was not the only thing helping him block out the bickering pair. Currently, his mind was filled with numerous scenarios, each unfolding in his head as he contemplated what on earth the Girls had up their sleeve.

The second they'd pulled into the parking space, Butch had bolted from the car and made a beeline for the water. He swam for a good hour before deciding to idly float on his back for a while. It was relaxing, something that Butch was surprised he even liked. (He was more of a go-go-go kind of guy.) Eyes closed, enjoying the surprisingly strong spring sun, it was then that something nudged his leg. He looked around, unsure what that had been, until suddenly it happened again.

He dove under the clear water, finally catching sight of what it had been. Before he'd had time to react to the shark, it had its large jaw firmly on Butch's shoulder. But even with such a large animal biting him, Butch had no reason to fight. He hadn't even been able to register what had been going on before the shark pulled away, its teeth dented into the jaw and sparks sizzling in the water around it.

"It's a mechanical shark?" he thought to himself as he took in the slowly sinking machine. "Really? They couldn't do better?"

Quickly grabbing the sinking hunk of metal, he made his way back to the shore, eyes running along the shoreline until he found his target. With one twist of his arm, he tossed the machine, and it landed smack-on the sand castle before his "little" brother's girlfriend. Bubbles shrieked, meeting his eyes and glaring at him with such fierceness, Brick himself would have been cowering.

Buttercup lifted her sunglasses, staring at the remnants of her sister's destroyed castle from the tanning chair she had set up close by. "Butch, you asswipe. What the fuck?"

Ignoring his counterpart's glares, he smirked at the two and yelled from his space fifty feet away, "Sorry, babes, but you're gonna have to do better than that when trying to pull something over on me. Nice try though. 'A' for effort."

He gave them a sarcastic thumbs up before striding away, chuckling when he heard Bubbles mutter, "Dexter is gonna kill us for destroying his robot."

Butch nodded, almost challengingly, at his redheaded brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law as they curled up on a beach towel. Their heads were close together, murmuring things that were too low even for him to pick up with his advanced hearing. They both glanced at him, catching the nod in their direction before Butch turned and kept on walking.

He was praying they came up with something even remotely better than the others had. And he couldn't wait to see what they'd do when they did.

Hours passed, and night fell upon them. The girls left, and Butch could hear Blossom and Brick canoodling in the foyer as he threw himself in the black leather couch one room over. "Get a room!" he yelled teasingly after them.

"Ooh, not a bad idea," Brick returned with a laugh, only to receive a smack from his girlfriend.

Finally, as they parted ways, Butch was starting to believe there really had been no other pranks in mind from his friends and brothers. It was getting close to late evening, and there had been no other pranks beside the sad excuse for a "shark attack" the dynamic duo had done.

"Maybe a nice nap isn't out of the question now," he thought to himself, arms crossing over his chest, eyes shutting slowly but surely.

The last sound he heard was the distinct snicker of his brothers, but Butch was far too lost into his sleeping state to care otherwise . . .

"Butch," he heard an angelic voice say. "Butch, baby wake up . . ."

His eyes fluttered, opening to reveal the matching angelic face of his brother's girlfriend. Blossom's long auburn hair made a veil around her face as she leaned over him. "Blossom?" His eyes skimmed over the ensemble she wore, or rather wasn't wearing. A sexy leopard corset chemise, with over-the-knee black fishnet stockings. "Uh . . . call me crazy, or did I die and go to heaven?"

She giggled, the familiar sound he'd heard millions of times over the course of their friendship. But this was one deeper, sexier, and much more seductive. It was the laugh she only made she was turned on, or trying to turn someone on. A giggle he'd head quite often when they had dated in high school, and one he heard even more often now that she had been dating the guy in the next room over.

"Did I miss something?"

Her hands gripped his forearms, and she pulled him to his feet. "Come with me," she murmured, easing him out of the room and upstairs.

"Where's Brick?"

"Out," she said simply, her tone playful and eager. She shut the door behind him, and he watched her turn to face him in his now locked bedroom. "I need you."

He was smiling, but in his mind he was saying "what the fuck is she smoking? And where can I get some?"

"What do you mean you need me?" He played dumb, trying to sound playful and innocent as he spoke. "Kick someone's ass? Talk to Brick? Help with the wedding plans?"

He took slow, hesitant steps back, gulping down his ecstasy as she attempted to close the distance with equal sized steps. "I remember you used to like animal print. I hope this is okay. I had to buy new lingerie because you tore through all of my old ones."

Butch laughed nervously, rubbing his neck nervously. "That I did. It's, uh . . ." He swallowed hard, his nervousness less than discrete now. "It's nice. I think Brick will, uhm, love it!"

Her fingers made contact with his skin, playing with the hem of his navy blue muscle tee as she ran her digits over his chiseled abs. "I didn't care if Brick did, he's not into the animal print."

She pushed him onto the bed, letting him sit on the edge as she went around, kneeling behind him on the satin sheets. "Whoa, ha-ha . . . uhm! Uh . . ." he stuttered incoherently, struggling to get a word in edgewise . . . or at all, before something dangerous happened. "Hey, maybe we should go back downstairs . . . I'll make you your favorite pasta meal, and we can go over your wedding plans. I'm sure Brick would um, love that?"

"Mmm . . ." was all she murmured, letting her lips make contact with the crook of his neck. "I like it right here."

He moaned softly at the feel of her teeth nibbling at his skin, and he shivered with excitement. "I should go . . .uh, check the mail or some-" but she silenced him, running her hand down his thigh, and a little too close to his personal space than he knew was safe. "God, if Brick walks in, I'm the dead man . . ."

"Are you hungry?" she murmured against his skin, coming around to straddle his waist. "I've got something I think you'll find incredibly amazing."

His hands rested on her thighs, but he resisted the urge to let them travel further up like he was itching to. "Oh, I'm sure . . . But-"

She started him by getting off his lap, and going to a tray on the far corner dresser he hadn't seen. A rose, with a few plates of items: one was oysters, Butch's favorite aphrodisiac. The second, chocolate covered strawberries, Blossom's favorite sweet treat. She came over, carefully balancing an oyster in its shell she returned to straddling his lip. "Open up?"

With great effort, he simply nodded and let her feed him. It was tangy, filled with nice spices . . . but there was something off. A rather bitter aftertaste that left him fairly dizzy. "Whoa," he murmured, wincing at the headache that was coming on. "That was an interesting flavor. Did you cook that?"

"Sure did," she replied, setting the empty shell on the night stand. "Special Utonium recipe."

Butch was struggling to keep his eyes open. "I'm feelin' a little . . . little off. Are you sure you cooked that right?"

"Absolutely," she replied with a devious smirk, leaning in to kiss his neck more. He groaned with arousal, letting her kiss his neck as he slowly drifted between awake and unconscious. Eventually, the drowsiness got the better of him, and he felt back onto the bed, but he was alone now. Blossom had removed herself from his lap, and he heard the faint snicker of her voice dissipating as he slipped into a full on comatose state.

The light of dawn's early morn was suddenly at the intensity of a hundred watt light bulb flashlight being shined in his face. Butch winced, groaning irritably as he struggled to shield his eyes with his forearm. "What the fuck happened?" he muttered aloud, using his telekinesis to shut the curtains angrily.

With a heavy thump of his feet, he stumbled into the hallway pausing at the sight of Brick's cracked bedroom door. Then the memories bombarded him like a home movie. Blossom . . . leopard lingerie . . . bad oysters . . . What the fuck had happened? He had known she was less than the best cook in the world, but enough to knock him out?

He spared a brief peek into their room, watching the way she curled her arm around his waist, his arm rested around her shoulder as they slept. The leopard print ensemble was gone, replaced by her more usual berry pink satin and lace slip. Brick and her aren't fighting . . . I guess she didn't tell him she came on to me? A smile was on her face, and she tightened herself more around Brick.

He didn't stick around to watch, returning to his march toward the bathroom. Butch winced at the light of the now brilliant bathroom, and rubbed his eyes as he continued for the sink. Blindly, he reached for the knobs, warming the water to a point he could splash his face. What happened next, he did not see coming.

Butch pulled back, pat drying his face. Upon removing the towel from his eyes, he caught sight of the man in the mirror . . . and for the first time since he was ten, Butch screamed bloody murder. The house echoed with his howl, followed by the whimper that escaped his lips at he touched his reflection.

"My hair," he murmured, near on the brink of tears. "My beautiful hair . . ." The once silk locks of his typical Italian spiked do, now chopped and dismembered. What remain? Dyed a brilliant hot pink.

The eerie laugh of temptation reached his ears, and he whipped around to see Blossom leaning suggestively in the doorway, Brick beside her, his arm around her thin waist. "Hey, baby, I hope you liked my dinner for you last night."

Brick chortled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah; that special Utonium recipe? Sleeping gel, baked into the oysters and sauce. Surprise!"

Butch stuttered incoherently, struggling to speak as he ran his fingers through the remnants of his hair. "How! WHY!"

"April Fools!" The couple said with a smirk, blinding him with the flash of the camera he hadn't seen dangling around Blossom's wrist.

"I told you not to underestimate us," Brick remarked.

"Exactly . . . you thought we hadn't done anything? Wrong. We went over the top. A tad cruel, I'll admit . . . but that's the price you pay for the years of agonizing torture and pranks. Happy April Fool's Day, Sir Butch, the Fool King."

With one last snap of the camera, the duo disappeared into the hallway, leaving Butch lost and confused to fend for himself.

Monday rolled around, and Butch tried to hold his head high as he strolled onto the campus of his graduate school science building. "I can't believe they actually got me," he thought to himself, instinctively running his hand over the short hair on his head.

He had managed to salvage the situation. The Chemical X in his body worked to his advantage, letting his hair grow faster than the average human. After having shaved all the pink hair off, and dyed the scalp black once more (to be certain it didn't grow back pink), he watched his hair slowly come back in over the weekend. Now it looked like that of a soldier's fresh buzz cut, but he knew he could work with the sexy military man look.

The evidence that had tied him back to that horrendous incident still remained in his soon-to-be sister-in-law's possession . . . and he was too nervous to go back for it. As long as the evidence was never made public, he was not concerned. Butch knew Blossom was too good to give that picture out . . . she cared about him too much to embarrass him that way.

He stepped into his classroom, suddenly frozen with confusion as the eighteen other students in class turned to watch him. Laughter erupted, and Butch finally caught sight of the picture in the back of the class. A blown up picture of both candid shots . . . Shit . . . She had made the pictures of me public! I'm going to kill her! And he paused, suddenly realizing the true source of this crime. Brick . . .

Brick, right on cue, stopped at the door of his classroom and knocked. "Butchy-boy . . . I hope you liked my contribution to your classrooms . . . Enjoy the rest of the day."

"Rest of the classrooms?" But Brick was too far down the hallway to reply. He had distributed them to all of his classrooms?

The humiliation brought a pink to his cheeks . . . "Shit . . ." The Fool King had been fooled . . . "They're so getting something back for this," and he settled in his seat, conspiring before his butt even hit the chair.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I know I've been falling very far behind with the oneshots. I just recently switched schools, plus college shit is coming up so I've been distracted, and I've got a home move coming up (out of state no less) so it's been busy. But I'm trying to be diligent with my work.

Anyway, I have some news for you though. The Patty's Day oneshot is still in process, but the Christmas Oneshot (yes, a very late oneshot, ik) is almost complete. It's going to be short. The original I had is far from done, so I've postponed that til next year's. Instead, I've written a new one, a Reds oneshot rather than the Greens (a little spoiler as to the next one for ya!) that I will be putting in it's place. It should be done soon, but I won't give a date in case shit comes up. But here is the April Fool's one! :D I hope you liked it.

The next one to come up is Easter. . . No, no religious affiliation for those who are nervous about that. But it does have an Easter theme (eggs, bunnies, etc.) Take all the guesses you want, I'm willing to bet none of you get it. Don't worry, you'll love it though lol. :D Thanks for reading! Love you guys!