Life With the RowdyRuff Boys
Darknessxxx
Bubbles was sitting on the desk nearest to the classroom door, waiting impatiently. The boys and her sisters were discussing their payment, triple minimum wage times forty hours, but she wasn't particularly interested in that at the moment. Instead she waited for one of two particular people to walk through the class door.
Eventually Princess walked through the door and Bubbles immediately jumped up. "Good Morning Princess!" she cheerily greeted her.
"What do you want?" Princess snarled back.
"Oh, I just wanted to know if anything was new with you" Bubbles said.
"Well, there isn't anything new!" Princess huffed.
"Really?" Bubbles said back. "Because a little bird told me that someone who likes you was dancing with you last night.
"Well maybe" Princess angrily began telling Bubbles, her voice steadily rising. "You should spend less time talking to birds! And even less time meddling in other people's lives!" By this time, her voice was so loud that it had got the attention of the rest of the class.
"Hey!" Buttercup called to Princess. "I don't know what your problem is, but you don't have to scream at her like that!"
Princess turned to Blossom. "You know what, your right! You don't know what my problem is" she said. "My problem is I don't like the way Bubbles is always trying to interfere with things that isn't any of her business! I don't like how you always act like you know everything! And I hate, the way my stupid mother, is trying to control my life!" she then turned around and stormed out of the room, leaving behind stunned silence, and blank expressions.
It was Boomer who spoke first "Looks like someone's upset."
"That's impossible!" Buttercup told him. "Princess is to rich and snobby to have any real problems."
"I don't know Buttercup" Blossom said. "What she said about her mother seems to really be bothering her."
"That still doesn't give her the right to take it out on Bubbles!" Buttercup frowned.
"If it'll make you feel better" Butch said. "I'll beat the snot out of her."
"Know what, I think it would make me feel better" Buttercup replied.
"Please don't" Bubbles pleaded. "It won't help anything."
Just then Robin rushed into the classroom. Her breathing made it apparent that she had been running. Her face looked like she had important news, possibly related to the newspaper in her hand. "Girls, guys!" she gasped. "Have you heard the news about Princess?"
"Actually Princess was just here" Buttercup said. "And, for the record, Princess being a stuck up spoiled brat, that isn't news."
"No, no" Robin blurt out. "It's all in today's paper!" she held out the newspaper in her hand. "Take a look at this!"
Brick, which was closest, took the paper from her and began reading aloud.
"The day is saved, thanks to 'The RowdyRuff Boys'! Last night, during the annual Halloween Dance, The Townsville Community Center was attacked by the notorious 'Boogie Man'. Because of being preoccupied by important matters,' The PowerPuff Girls' were incapable of dealing with said villain. Instead, the task fell to The RowdyRuff Boys. Asking for little in return, the Boys quickly dispatched of this threat."
Brick looked up, smiling. "Alright! Now we're getting famous!"
"Not that!" Robin angrily took the paper away from him, turned a few pages, and gave it to Blossom. "There!" she pointed to a specific article. "Read that!"
"Trouble within a rich man's world! In recent events it has become apparent that King Morebucks, multi-trillionaire and CEO of Morebucks enterprises had been a participant of illicit activities. Morebucks is currently being detained while an ongoing investigation is underway. Princess Morebucks, daughter of King Morebucks and heiress to his fortune, is currently under the custody of her mother Diana 'The Gold Queen' Aurum*.
Blossom looked up. "Wow, that is new" she admitted. "We really should do something to counsel her."
"No we should not!" Brick disagreed. "She clearly said that she hated Bubbles for interfering with stuff that wasn't any of her business. So the only thing that we should do is nothing."
Buttercup grunted in agreement, while Bubbles voiced her concerns. "Well, we have to do something. She shouldn't have to go through that alone."
"I think so too" Robin said. "Someone should support her."
"Well shouldn't that someone be a close friend of hers?" Boomer asked. "Who's her closest friend then?"
There was an awkward silence until Mitch Mitchelson walked in.
"Well, I guess it has to Mitch then" Buttercup said.
"It has to be me who does what?" Mitch asked.
"Your girlfriend is having life problems" Brick told him. "You're going to have to do something for her."
"What?" Mitch, with a worried look on his face. Just then the bell rang, and Mr. Fern entered.
"Okay everyone take your seats" he said. Everyone quickly got into their seats and Mr. Fern walked to the front of the class and began writing on the chalkboard. "Okay, so picking up where we left off last time, a modern internal combustion engine takes four strokes. Those are, of course, the intake stroke which is when the piston moves down and air is drawn into chamber…"**
"Psst" Mitch whispered to Brick. "What do you mean, Princess is having life problems?"
"What? Don't you read the newspaper?" Brick whispered back.
"Of course not!" Mitch answered.
"Me neither. But apparently Robin over there does." Brick, still whispering, said. "And she found out that Princess's dad got into some sort of trouble, and now she's staying with her mother, or something."
"Oh" Mitch said. "That's probably who dragged her away last night, after that monster showed up."
"Could be" Brick agreed. "Anyway, she seems to be taking the whole thing bad and it's been said that someone should counsel her. And since you seem to be the only one who actually likes her, the tasks falls to you."
"Okay" Mitch said. "So what should I say to her?"
"Beats me" Brick admitted.
Just then, there was a knock at the door where the vice Principal Ms. Mourn was standing.
"Excuse me, Mr. Fern" she said. "As usual, The Mayor called. This time he said, and I quote, 'It's terrible, horrendous, an absolute catastrophe! Get The PowerPuff Girls! The RowdyRuff Boys too! Tell them to come quickly! It's awful! Hurry!' So that's the usual three plus your three newest students."
"Ah yes" Mr. Fern muttered. "Well then, Blossom, Boomer, Brick, Bubbles, Butch and Buttercup you six are excused to, I guess, save the city."
"Alright!" Boomer shouted flying into the air. "Our first job!"
"Right!" Blossom, also rising into the air, said. "Plus it sounds real important. We should probably hurry."
"Well what are we waiting around here for?" Brick said. "Let's go!"
Then, anyone with super powers who was still sitting rose to the air, and rushed to the celling.
"Hold it!" Butch shouted. Causing the other five to halt midair. Butch then pointed the door, where Ms. Mourn, who then took several steps backwards, was still standing. "Doors!"
"Right!" Blossom said. "Let's go, that way!" she then led the way as the six of them rushed out of the door, their sheer force tore up the school's floor and ripped paintings off the walls.
"Well" Ms. Mourn sarcastically said. "That's so much better than a mere hole in the roof."
Within minutes, the six of them had made it to city hall and rushed through The Mayor's office to find him pacing across the room muttering to himself, Ms. Bellum nowhere in sight.
"We got here as fast as we could" Blossom said. "What's the big emergency?"
"Oh it's terrible!" The Mayor said, still pacing.
"What, what is it?" Bubbles asked.
"Terrible, awful, horrible!" The Mayor continued.
"Out with it man!" Buttercup shouted.
For the first time since they got there, The Mayor turned to them, a grave expression on his face. "The worst thing imaginable has happened!"
"If you don't tell us what the problem is, we just might leave" Brick threatened.
"I won't just tell you!" The Mayor said. "I'm going to show you!" He then walked out the door. Shrugging, the six followed him.
The Mayor led them out the building, to a man, who looked a lot like The Mayor, dancing in front of a wooden stand. A large wad of cash in his hands. "This!" The Mayor shouted. "It's horrid!"
Blossom looked confused. "A-and what is it that's so terrible?" she asked.
"Princess Morebucks came by!" The Mayor began explaining. "She told Garcon here that here not to sell any more of his, delicious, freshly picked, vintage pickles***! Oh, you have to do something!"
"Hang on a sec!" Boomer said, looking from The Mayor, to the dancing pickle vendor. "Is it a crime to buy someone's business and tell them how to run it?"
"Last time I checked, I don't think it is!" Buttercup told him. "So it looks like there is nothing that we can do about it."
"But you have to do something!" The Mayor pleaded.
"I'm sorry Mr. Mayor" Bubbles apologized. "But since there's no crime, there is nothing we can do about it!"
"So we got out of doing some boring school stuff" Brick said. "Just so we could come down here, and find that there is nothing we can do! I think I like this job."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple" Ms. Bellum said as she walked up. "Because has been buying more than just pickle stalls!"
"Sounds tragic" Butch said. "Shame we can't do anything about it." He then paused and thought for a moment. "Man, we've been doing a lot of nothing today."
"Again, I'm afraid it's not that simple" Ms. Bellum said. "Have any of you heard about the Problems that Morebucks Enterprises have been facing?" The six nodded. "Well Princess seems to be taking that rather hard. Not only is she buying everything in sight, she is also very angry as she does it. And since she has access to military grade equipment, she is very dangerous."
"Oh come on" Boomer said. "She's just a girl with some fun toys! How bad could she be?"
*I am giving to understand that 'Aurum' is the Latin for gold. - Which is why gold is Au on the periodic table.
** Yes the same class that teaches the Pythagorean theorem also teaches basic mechanics.
***How do you have a fresh vintage? No really! In the PPG movie, he buys 'A fresh vintage, picked fresh that morning!' which if you think about it, couldn't exist because pickles are really cucumbers and, now I'm just rambling!