It had been a long month since their brother had been kicked out of the family by Mojo Jojo. Brick and Butch were both in the kitchen, silent, just eating their food tiredly. To say that the use of the word idiot was at an all-time low was an understatement. They only had each other to insult and it didn't feel the same at all. They were bored of each other. They didn't have the morale. They could barely force themselves to do any orders their father gave them. "I'm bored," Butch said before chucking his bowl across the room and hearing it smash to pieces in the sink. Brick couldn't disagree with his spiky haired sibling. They were unsure where Boomer was now, and that alone was getting to their nerves at night when they weren't able to sleep, mostly because of their creator still trying to build inevitably destroyed machines.
"So… what do you wanna do then?" Brick coughed. The lack of dumb suggestions made it feel emptier. He watched Butch get up. "I'm gonna go back to bed…" Butch didn't care, beginning to leave, but before he could get past the kitchen door, they saw the familiar monkey standing there before them. "Ah, my children. I have good news-" before Mojo could finish his comment, Butch shoved him aside with his super strength. "Tell us later when and if I care," Butch hissed continuing to his own bedroom. Brick stayed seated at the kitchen table.
"What worthless piece of junk do you want us to steal?" Brick requested him to skip to the point. "Actually I want nothing stolen. In fact, I figured it was time I improved you boys," Mojo insisted, Butch stopping in the hallway and turning to their creator. "Whadd'ya mean? You saying we're weak, too?" Brick glared. The huge headed monkey shook his head threw his hands up defensively. "No, no! Don't worry! I mean we can experiment, and see if we can improve your strength, so it can surpass the Powerpuff Girls!" Mojo exclaimed. Before his evil laugh followed midway, it got interrupted when Butch coughed.
Mojo wanted to head to his lab to get ready, but then one of his boys voices rung out. "No way," Butch spoke, having stopped himself at the hall, getting an angry glare from his father. "What do you mean, Butch? Normally you love to see my inventions!" the smart monkey declared. Brick had to agree. This wasn't how Butch normally acted, but he couldn't side with his father if it involved them in some invention that would blow up in their faces. "Yeah. But normally there are three of us. Just face it, dad. Your junk's worthless," Brick commented in a bit of a snarky way, an underlying hint of anger in his voice.
"But boys, come on. I assure there are minimal risks," he implored as Brick was walking to the door angrily. Butch had already vanished the second his father turned his caped back. "Risk or not, we're not the monkeys here," he taunted before flying off, wanting to just enjoy the day away from his creator. It definitely wasn't the same. Boomer was gone. So now they weren't insulting each other. They were tolerant of each other which took out a lot of the enjoyment in the day and only left a solemn cloud of silence and boredom.
The sun shone a little on one of the piles of a foul junkyard. Part of which hit the lying, but still living, body of Boomer. His hands had a layer of dirt and muck staining them. He could hear the sounds of vehicles being crushed to bits and pieces by the machines. "Hey, kid! Another car got knocked off the track!" a loud voice rung out. Boomer groaned, rubbing his ear sorely. "Yes sir," he said, going over to a car that looked like it had been through a fire or two. He picked it up with his super strength and threw it on the conveyor belt, watching it get taken back to get crushed. Usually a big machine would be used to handle fallen cars like this. That was the main reason behind how he acquired the job of working in the junkyard. Though his boss would pay him in pure cash, while labeling him with the nickname kid. Boomer was happy to be able to live in Townsville, but he missed his siblings, even after he gained something better in trade of his family.
"Kid! You got a visitor!" one of his co-workers voice yelled out over the sounds of machines crunching away. Boomer smiled, going over and headed for the entrance of the junkyard at the wide open gate. There he saw her; Buttercup, standing there, looking a lot happier to see him. "BC! Hey! How has it been?" he asked, opening his arms to bring her into a hug. Buttercup hesitated, seeing his arms, but she accepted his embrace. It had been a month since they had decided to begin dating ever since the admittance to one another. They both had been happier than ever. Any issues either of them had was immediately dealt with, by the help of the other. "Ugh… I can barely get any sleep lately. The monsters are out at night more for some reason," Buttercup complained, but seeing his cheerful blue eyes kept her anger down a lot. Boomer was still trying to get used to her more affectionate side, seeing it so often.
"Alright. You ready to train when you finish here?" Buttercup questioned. Boomer nodded. "Of course! What are we working on? Speed? Strength?" Boomer excitedly queried, though she had a smirk on her face. "We're going to see if you have a 'special' ability. I'll be waiting for you at your place," she explained before beginning to leave to let him get back to work. Boomer though didn't have a home. The closest thing he had was that foreclosed home he had been living in just now that had the interior decorated with junkyard furniture. "Special ability?" he repeated, his eyebrow quirked, not sure what she meant.