Life With the RowdyRuff Boys
Darknessxxx
Blossom, Butch and The Professor watched Buttercup laying on the couch. The anesthetic they had given her had calmed her down enough to cause her to fall into a deep sleep, and the three of them were anxiously waiting for her to awaken.
Brick, meanwhile, had shown no interest in Buttercup's well-being and was currently sitting in another chair in the living room, playing video games. His random angry outburst at the game he was playing the breaking the silence of the room every couple of minutes.*
"Dammit Brick, can you quiet down!" Butch eventually confronted his brother over the racket he was making. "Can't you see this beautiful lady is trying to rest?"
"No I can't" Brick responded without taking his eyes away from the game he was playing. "I'm too busy trying to jump over this accused bottomless pit!"
"Well, you're never going to make it! So why not just give up and die already?" Butch angrily suggested to Brick.
"I could do that" Brick said, his anger clearly rising. "Or, I could throw you into an active volcano!"
"Boys! Boys settle down!" The Professor intervened. "Butch, I'm sure Buttercup is going to be okay, there's no need for you to worry so much."
"I know that" Butch said, purposely avoiding The Professors eye. "But still…"
"And you Brick" The Professor turned to Brick, who didn't take his eyes off of the screen. "I get that that game of yours can be frustrating, but can you quiet down just a bit?"
Brick thought for a moment. "Fine" he said, continuing with his game.
"Good" The Professor said, as the phone rang. He picked up the receiver and said "Hello" into it. After conversing with whomever had called, The Professor hung up. "Okay, I have to go out for a bit" he said to the present PowerRuffs. He walked to the front door and put on his hat. "Buttercup will likely wake up soon. If anything is wrong, I have my cellular phone with me, so feel free to call if you need to."
"Okay Professor" Blossom said. "If anything happens, we'll be sure to let you know!"
"I should be back in a couple of hours at the latest" The Professor said walking out the door. "Bye!"
"Good bye Professor!"
"So long"
"Yeah, see ya later!"
The Professor left, and locked the door behind him. They heard the car start up, the tires squeal, and they knew that he had left. A few minutes later the door opened again and in floated in Bubbles and Boomer, tattered and tired.
"What happened to you two?" Blossom asked once she saw the state they were in. "Did you tour through the center of the sun!?"
"Close, actually" Bubbles said, plopping herself down in a nearby armchair. "Just a mere fire breathing monster is all."
"Just a fire breathing monster!?" Boomer said incredulously. "It was a huge dragon for crying out loud!"
"There was a dragon in Townsville!?" Blossom asked, worried. "I didn't hear anything about that. Are the people okay?"
"Well… let's see… the people" Bubbles said, thinking very carefully of how to tell Blossom what she and Boomer had done.
"The damn thing wasn't even in Townsville" Boomer blurted out. "We were at Monster Island when we fought that stupid thing!"
"What!?" Blossom cried out, Bubbles sighed knowing what she was going to say next. "Bubbles, you went to Monster Island? By yourself?"
"Hello! I was there too!" Boomer said, angry about not mentioned in the escapade. "Why does everyone always forget about me?"
"'Cause you have nothing about you that stands out" Brick teased. "It's a miracle that anyone knows who you are at all!"
"Anyway!" Blossom loudly said, trying to get back on topic. "Why were you two at Monster Island in the first place?"
"Blossom!" Buttercup shouted from where she was laying. "Do you have to be so loud?" she sat up, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and stretched the kinks out of her joints. "Geeze, so they went to fight monsters, what's the big deal?" she leaned over and grabbed a handful of the chocolates she had left on the coffee table, and threw some in her mouth.
"The big deal…" Blossom began. "Is that they could have been seriously injured!"
"But they weren't" Buttercup said, leaning back and telekinetically placing the more chocolate into her mouth.
"Buttercup's right!" Bubbles said defensively. "The two of us were able to handle ourselves just fine. And what's more…" she trailed off as she noticed Buttercup stuffing her face without the use of her hands. "…Buttercup, how are you doing that?"
"What this?" Buttercup said, twirling chocolates in the air in front of her. "I got telekinesis now. Jealous?"
Bubbles crossed her arms and thought for a second. "Peut-être, peut-être pas! Je suis heureux pour vous quoique"** she smiled.
"Shut up Bubbles" Buttercup snarled.
"So Buttercup has a new power" Boomer said. "What else is new?"
"What else is new… what else is new…?" Blossom thought about the question. "Let's see… let's see… oh, yes! Bubbles, I have $200 with your name on it!"
Bubbles's eyes lit up. "Really?" she asked. "Why? What's the occasion?"
"The occasion is…" Blossom said. "That we 'The PowerRuff's' got our first paycheck! And the $200 is just your fair share."
Bubbles squealed in joy, while Boomer looked questionable. "'The PowerRuffs'?" he said.
"Don't ask!" Brick told. "There's no changing it, so just live with it."
Boomer crossed his arms, "I guess I can live with the name" he said, watching Blossom hand Bubbles a roll of twenties. "But what about me? Don't I get something for my efforts?"
"Relax" Brick told him, finally putting down his controller. "I got your money right here." He got up and pulled a bunch of fives out of his pocket. "Here you go. $200 dollars all for yourself!" he said as he handed it to him.
"$2oo? Sweet" Boomer said taking the money. "Why's it in fives?"
"I thought you'd like the convenience" Brick answered. "Don't worry though, it's all there, you don't need to count it."
"All of it's here?" Boomer said. "And I don't need to count it at all?"
"Nope, there's no need to do that at all" Brick answered. "That would just be a waste of your time."
"I'll count it for you" Blossom offered. "I don't want Brick to short change you."
"Go nuts" Boomer said, handing her the cash Brick had given him.
Once she had it she began laying the bills on the table counting "Five, ten, fifteen twenty…"
While she was doing that, Butch had picked up the TV remote and turned it on. Seeing the end credits to the movie, that he and Buttercup were watching earlier, he began flipping channels to find something good to watch.
"Try forty-five!" Bubbles suggested. "There's usually something on there!"
"…Forty-five, fifty…" Blossom said, then paused. She thought whether fifty was actually the number she was at or not. Unable to decide, she gathered all the money, and began again.
Brick laughed at her misfortune. "You really want to count all of that?" he asked. "It'd be easier to just give up and think that it's all there."
Blossom ignored him and continued counting.
"So anyway" Brick loudly and deviously said. "Butch, Boomer, you guys got your math homework done?"
"Let me guess" Buttercup said. "You're going to get them to say some random number, just to throw Blossom's counting off?"
"Causing her to have to start all over?" Bubbles added.
"Exactly" Brick said. "So, if 3X+27 equals 477. Then X equals…?"
"That's easy!" Boomer shouted, more interested in getting Blossom to screw up then he was getting an accurate count. "X equals 75!"
"No it isn't, you idiot!" Butch said, equally as sadistic as his brothers. "It's 200!"
"You're both wrong!" Bubbles declared, laughing. "It's 353!"
"900!" Buttercup called out.
"For crying out loud! X equals 150!" Blossom shouted, turning to face them. "3X+27=477 therefore X=(477-27)/3! X=450/3 which, of course is 150!" she turned back to the task at hand and continued.
"215?" she said after finishing "Damn you guys!" she started again, while the five of them laughed at her. Since they had already got their kicks out of messing with her, they left her to her counting. She got to 125 without incident, when she sneezed, mixing the ones she counted with those she didn't. "Screw it!" she said, gathering all of it together, and handing it to Boomer. "It's probably all there, here you go!"
*Surely I'm not the only one who accuses set programs of cheating.
**To anyone that actually knows French, I apologize if I'm a bit off.