Chapter 10: Let's Get It Started
Boomer's POV
Well, we finally had our girl. However, there were some things that needed to be taken care of before we could advance onward with the plan. She needed clothes, and we weren't about to give her the prissy stuff that we wore as disguises. I dug around in my closet and found a really old t-shirt with the members of Heart on the front, as well as a pair of jeans (which was about half of my wardrobe). I gave them to her and turned around, promising not to look.
"What makes you think I mind about watching me get dressed?" she asked.
"Well... I always thought that it was indecent of me to watch." I told her, still turned away. She started giggling.
"You're trying way too hard to be a ladies' man. Girls have difficulty enjoying the company of a boy who is too nervous and stressed," she told me in a calm manner. "Don't worry, we'll all work on it, together." As I've said before, she is our "girl-ru" who is preparing us for the Powerpuff Girls.
Barb must have had some sort of itinerary developed, because the first thing she told us to do was to go downstairs and get the Audi. We told her that Mojo had hidden the keys, and asked her if she could use her powers to help us find them, but she had her own idea.
"I guess we don't need that car," she spoke. She closed her eyes and clapped her hands together, twice. "Look out the window and check the driveway."
We did as we were told, and parked in the driveway was a brand new, solid white Dodge Challenger with four seats and a convertible top, with a black leather interior and xenon headlights (the license plates even read "RWDYRFF"). After we turned back from the sexy beast, saliva dripping profusely, Barb produced a set of keys. "Who wants to drive?"
Brick's POV
Several punches, bruises, and two black eyes later, I emerged victorious and received the keys from Barb. "Woohoo!" I yelped victoriously as I paraded the prize around my brothers.
"That's another thing you should know," Barb spoke up. I stopped hopping around, and suddenly realized that the keys were back in Barb's hand. "Girls don't go for guys who over-celebrate. They enjoy the presence of a man who strikes hard, wins what he worked for, and then congratulates his opponent. Looks like you all need to work on your manners quite a bit!"
"Hey, I have excellent manners! I didn't even look at you when you were getting dressed!" Boomer objected.
"Yes, but did I tell you to look away? No, I did not. I was testing your sense of security, and you are obviously anything but secure... Drop your pants."
"What? Why?"
"Exactly. You're not supposed to question it." Man, this girl has unusual methods. "Now let's hit the road before things gets too weird." She tossed the keys to Butch. He squealed with joy, and Barb floated out the door with a smile. We followed her down the extensive flight of stairs to the driveway, beginning to question our new instructor. "Let's head downtown," she instructed.