Yeah, I don't really have much to say. I AM SO SORRY! I know it's been more than a year since my last update. I admit that I've had this chapter in my files for a long time now, but I didn't feel like it was ready to be updated yet. Anyway, I had a fun time thinking up this chapter, so I hope you all enjoy!...and continue reading. ^-^' I haven't given up on this yet!

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"Dialogue"

"Thoughts/emphasized words/Rowdy translation"

Recap: "Yes, we've discussed these matters right before you had called us in…with the two of them having no knowledge of it, of course." Weasel said.

"I see. Forgive me; I mean not to snoop, but it seems as if curiosity has gotten the better of me." Skarr pressed his hands together and leaned forward. "Please…enlighten me."

Chapter 8

Normal POV

Saturday Morning

Weasel residence…

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" Weasel called up to his three adopted sons. One by one, each ruff zoomed down into the kitchen with messy bed hair. They each wore a plain t-shirt that was colored accordingly to their usual attire and black sweatpants.

"Brick, no hats at the table."

"Sorry," the Rowdy leader quickly stated as he took his cap off. Weasel placed four plates of Hungarian sausages, eggs, and Belgian waffles on the table, with three glasses of orange juice for the boys and a mug of coffee for himself. As he sat down to eat with his boys, he looked over to Butch.

"Principal Skarr told me that you will be left off with a stern warning." The green ruff shrugged it off as if it were nothing. "However, that doesn't mean that you won't receive any punishment whatsoever. After all, you still have me to deal with. You won't be grounded like all other children. No, I have my own…methods." The mammal stated simply as he sipped his coffee. Butch visibly gulped. It was Weasel who made the greatest contributions in the creation of Chemical X, and was one of the main scientists who worked on the Rowdy Revival. So yes, there was a lot to be anxious about. He glanced over at his brothers who refused to make eye contact.

"You're punishment has already been decided Butch. You'll just have to wait for it a few minutes more." With that said, they all proceeded to finish up their meals in silence. As the boys drank their juice, Weasel couldn't help but smirk. Once everyone was finished and the table was cleared, the boys went into the living room to watch a bit of TV. After two minutes, they fell into a short nap. Unbeknownst to them, Weasel was already making a quick phone call.


Butch's POV

Man, that was a nice nap! I slept like a baby!

Okay, maybe 'baby' was the wrong word for it, but you get my point. Unfortunately, that nap wasn't able to make me forget about Weasel's punishment. I sat up from the living room floor and looked over at Brick and Boomer, who were supposed to be on the couch. Maybe it's just my blurred vision, but I could've sworn that they looked smaller. I tried to rub my eyes, but that's when I noticed that my hands felt…tinier and pudgier. I looked at it and freaked out!

"Brick! Boomer! What the hell happened to me?" I screamed at them. Did I just hear a baby? A head of red hair rose up from the couch. It looked over at me and its red eyes became wide. What should have been my brother was now a pudgy little rugrat. Heh, some leader.

"Butch?" Okay, I really would've been laughing my ass off right now. It's not every day you see your leader and brother as a smelly little baby. Hell, he even talked like one! Forget what I said…I'm gonna laugh my ass off! And then it hit me; his expression means I'm a baby too. Life just isn't fair, is it? We looked over at the blonde one next to Brick. Yup, just as we thought; it was Boomer. He was still fast asleep…sucking his thumb. What a baby. Just then, Weasel came into the living room, chuckling along the way.

"I see you two are finally awake. If you don't mind, please wake up your brother. He's going to need to hear this." I looked over at Brick, who shrugged and started shaking Boomer awake. He finally got up and wore an expression just like Brick's own a minute ago.

"What the hell?"

"Good morning, Boomer. Did you all have a nice nap?" He may be our dad, but that didn't stop us from glaring at him. He coughed. "Perhaps an explanation is in order. First off, Butch, your turning into a baby is in fact your punishment."

"Say what now?" I…cooed. Oh someone drown me in the sink!

"Yes. As for you two," he looked over at Brick and Boomer. "You did nothing wrong, but I thought that by transforming all three of you, it would form a stronger teamwork between all of you. If one of you is to be punished, all of you will be. You cannot stand without the other, much like a three-legged stool."

And that's when my brothers turned to glare at me. "What?"

"This is all your fault." They both said. Weasel cleared his throat once more.

"Boys, don't go blaming your brother. You should've tried harder at stopping him." We all gave him confused looks that said, You-can-understand-us? "Yes, I can understand you. Baby translator." He said as he pointed to his left ear. Just like he said, there was a device that looked similar to a Bluetooth headset. "Truth be told, I thought that by turning you into babies, you could at least have some form of a younger childhood."

"This must be part of that 'deprived' shit he was talking about." I heard Brick say. Good thing Weasel didn't catch any of that. We turned to look at him again. I guess it might not be so bad being a baby. I mean, you can 'go' almost anywhere you want! Only problem is who's gonna change you?

"I have a meeting with Utonium, so I'll be leaving in a few more minutes. That gives me enough time to put you in proper attire." It was only at that time when we noticed that we were, in fact, naked. Our clothes were too big for us and just pooled around us. I guess only our bodies shrunk. After our short realization, Boomer freaked once he remembered what Weasel said.

"You're going to leave us? We can't even use our powers in this form!" Weasel grabbed three diapers and some baby clothes from a nearby cabinet. So the animal had this all planned out, huh? He made his way to each of us and started to clothe us. When he reached me and laid me on my back, I gave him a small kick to his chin. He looked irritated, but it disappeared once I gave him a sad puppy look. Hey, I didn't know I could do that! He sighed and turned to Boomer.

"Oh Boomer, no need to worry! I've already called the babysitters." A knock was heard at the door. "That must be them."

"Did he just say babysitters? As in, with an 's'?" Brick asked us.

"Hi Mr. Weasel!" A girly, high pitched voice was heard. My brothers and I paled as we turned our heads slowly to the door. The sink seems even more welcoming with each passing minute.


Boomer's POV

I'm stuck as a baby…I don't know what to think anymore. I looked down at my arm. Dexter was right, if it can grow with me, I suppose it can shrink with me. Once I heard a sweet voice at the door, I paled. Any other day would've been fine, and almost any other babysitter would've been good enough. Even that Turner kid's babysitter would've sufficed. But no, Mr. Weasel just had to call the Powerpuffs to babysit us. I couldn't look like this in front of Bubbles! I'd die of embarrassment and it's all Butch's fault…you know what? Screw teamwork.

I carefully climbed down the couch and crawled over to Butch. His back was turned and he was still staring at the door. Perfect. I didn't have much strength so the best I could do was tackle him and try to sit on him.

"The hell is wrong with you Boomer?"

"It's your fault we're like this!"

"Weasel said that you guys are also at fault! Get off of me!"

I looked over at Brick for help, but he just sat there, watching us. Just as I turned back to Butch, I was being lifted off of him. Butch was rising from the floor too. Despite our separation, we didn't stop from trying to grab at one another.

"Boomie, that's not nice!" Bubbles scolded me. I immediately stopped trying to kill my brother. She turned me around in her arms and pinched my nose. "Now say you're sorry." She wasn't wearing a translator. I knew that Bubbles understood all languages, even animal ones, but I'm pretty sure she couldn't understand baby language. I turned to Butch.

"Loser."

"That's better." I was right. She tried to look serious, but it was obviously hard for her. A second later, she was gushing over me. "Aww, you're just so cute! I can't stay mad at you." Then she started to cuddle me. Meanwhile, Butch was trying to wrestle out of Buttercup's arms.

"Butch?"

"What?" He stopped once he heard me.

"I forgive you."


Normal POV

As the three pre-teens and three babies got settled into the living room, an awkward silence overcame them. Each puff was seated next to her counterpart. Blossom sat on the couch and looked over at the baby-fied Brick, debating on whether or not to place him on her lap. He was sitting too close to the edge (which was obviously dangerous for a baby), but the Powerpuff leader felt that he wouldn't be too pleased if she got a little too comfortable with him, especially in his current state. Buttercup sat Indian-style on the carpeted floor and glared at the black haired baby who was lying on his stomach. The glare was returned, but it lacked its usual harshness. It couldn't be helped; babies almost always looked too innocent. Bubbles sat on the armchair, with Boomer right on her lap. She bounced him up and down and he didn't seem to mind. He looked like he rather enjoyed it. Buttercup decided to break the silence.

"So your punishment for breaking school property is being turned into a baby," she asked the glaring infant in front of her with one raised eyebrow. He nodded and she smirked. "It must be a huge blow to your pride, huh?"

After Butch managed to push himself into a sitting position, he raised his tiny fist and showed his pointer finger.

"Are you actually trying to flip me off? Heh, that's cute." Buttercup looked at him triumphantly.

"If I weren't like this, I'd kick your ass, bitch!" Butch cooed. Bubbles and Blossom looked amused but Buttercup could feel that he just insulted her.

"What did he say?" Her sisters shrugged.

"Oh, hey! I almost forgot." Blossom piped up. Her sisters turned their attention to her. "Mr. Weasel gave me three baby translators. It's even color-coded for each of us." Three pairs of dark eyes widened. She dug into her pocket and pulled out the three devices. Out of nowhere, Brick grabbed them from her. "Hey!"

While all three girls were distracted, Brick threw the light blue and light green devices over to each brother of similar color. Both of them managed to catch it successfully.

"Alright boys, this isn't funny. Hand them over." Blossom demanded. She opened her palm in front of Brick, signifying that he should give up her translator. Bubbles and Buttercup did the same. The three boys exchanged a look. Red, blue, and green eyes met their lighter shade. With one last stubborn look, the three infants immediately placed the translators inside their own diapers. Needless to say, the puffs were mortified.

Blossom grabbed Brick and pinched his shorts, shaking it and hoping that the translator would fall out. "You put it in your shorts, right? Not your diaper?" The way his red eyes twinkled mischievously told her she was wrong. She looked at her sisters, hoping that they had some luck. Both were red in the face; Buttercup out of anger, and Bubbles out of embarrassment. She groaned in frustration and arched her brow.

"Doesn't it…you know, hurt?" He looked at her confusedly. Blossom looked the other way, pink slowly dusting her cheeks. "Since it's in your diaper, doesn't it…bother you or something?" When their eyes finally met, Brick shook his head slowly. He too, looked uncomfortable once he realized what he did. "Do you have any intention of giving that back?" He shook his head again, this time more defiantly. "So how are we supposed to know what you guys need? Unless…you guys just don't want us to understand you." He smirked and nodded.

Blossom sighed once more. She looked over at her sisters. Buttercup and Butch commenced their glaring contest yet again, while Bubbles was trying in vain to persuade Boomer to give her the translator. It was then that Blossom came up with an idea. She got up from her seat and went to the supply cabinet. She took out three latex gloves and threw two to her sisters. They looked at her in question, but she just smirked in reply. They knew that look. So they just sat back and watched what she planned to do. Blossom picked up the unsuspecting Rowdy leader and held him at arm's length. He raised a questioning brow and she just smirked. The two remaining ruffs watched the scene before them.

In a split second, Blossom brought Brick close to her and nuzzled his cheek. "Aww, awen't you just the cutest wittle baby?" Brick turned almost as red as his eyes, which were wide in horror. She continued to cuddle him while he squirmed.

"S-stop doing that! Get the hell off of me, Pinky!"

"What's that? I can't understand you, but I think you're saying you want to be cuddled even more! Isn't that wight?" Brick was freaking out by then. He glared at his brothers who were laughing at him. However, their laughter stopped short when they too were picked up and cuddled (or in Butch's case, poked and tickled) by the other girls.

"Aww, my wittle boyfwend is just sooo cute! Awen't you, Boomie?"

"B-Bubbles!"

"Aww, Butchie's twying to act tough. Just look at this cute wittle baby."

"Cut it out, Butterbutt!"

"We can't understand you. Wittle cutie baby, googoo baba poopy booboo," all three girls chorused. Brick and Butch finally snapped.

"Gaaaaahhh!" They dug into their diapers and threw the translators to the floor. Luckily, the devices were made of very sturdy material, so it didn't break easily. Fortunately for the girls, it was waterproof too.

Still holding the red-haired baby in one arm, Blossom slipped one glove onto her left hand and bent down to pick up the pink device. Despite the glove, she held it with two fingers, a slight frown on her face. Meanwhile, Buttercup had done the same and proceeded to the bathroom to disinfect her light green translator, leaving a scowling Butch on the carpeted floor. Blossom glanced back down at Brick. "You just had to do it the hard way, didn't you?"

He turned his head away from her defiantly. She sighed and went to the bathroom to disinfect her translator as well. Buttercup left once she arrived, nodding her head in greeting. She glared at Brick, who was still in her sister's arms. He noticed that she was wearing her translator, so he didn't chance insulting her.

Once inside the marbled bathroom, she seated the Rowdy leader on the top of the closed toilet seat and placed the device under running water. She got a cotton ball dipped in alcohol and began to rub the device. Once it was dry, she clipped it onto her right ear and took off the glove.

"Why couldn't you just leave me in the living room with the others?" Brick asked as she picked him up again.

"You might ru―sorry, crawl off somewhere," she shrugged in reply. They were back in the living room when Buttercup walked up to them.

"Bloss, we need to help Bubbles get her translator back from Boomer."

"What? Didn't he alrea―"

"No, he didn't. See for yourself." The three turned their heads toward the two blues. Butch was a few feet away from them, cheering his brother on.

"Yeah! You can do it Boom! Don't you dare cave into no Puff."

"Boomie! Give it back!" Bubbles demanded. Her sweet nature was slowly melting into annoyance. Blossom looked down at the baby in her arms.

"You don't suppose you could persuade him into giving it?" He looked up at her for a few seconds and turned to his brother.

"You're doing great Boomer!"

Two minutes later and still no success, Bubbles decided to use her second-to-last resort…she pretended to cry. She placed her head in her hands as her shoulders shook.

"*sniff* I o-only wanted to help. Mr. Weasel asked us to c-come over and w-watch you guys, a-and I was the first to agree. E-even though you're a baby now, I was really *sniff* looking forward to spending the day with you." Boomer was shocked and crawled closer to Bubbles. He put his hands on her lap and looked up into her face. "But I can't do it right since I c-can't understand you. I'm such a useless babysitter! I'm so sorry, Boomer."

Boomer gave her a sad look and turned his back on her for the sake of privacy. He opened up his shorts and began to reach in, despite his brothers' protests. Once he held the light blue translator in his small hand, he prodded Bubble's knee with a stubby finger. She lifted her head and looked at him. Blushing, he held her translator in front of her. After slipping on her glove and taking the translator, she grinned happily and cuddled Boomer once more.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Boomie!" She then got up and skipped to the bathroom.

"Nice," her sisters whispered to her as she passed them. Butch and Brick were glaring at their brother and shaking their heads in disappointment.

"How could you cave in like that? It was obvious she was acting!" They reprimanded their brother.

"Hey, at least I lasted the longest!"


I wanted to add more, but decided that their baby antics should have a chapter of its own. After all, it's gonna be a long Saturday for them. Sorry again for such a long update. Had a bit of writer's block for this, and as I've said, I didn't think it was ready yet. Tell me what you guys think about this chapter! ^-^ Have I lost my touch? If I had one, that is. Thanks for reading!