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In a small cooped up alleyway in the far side of town, three flying boys were landing as the leader gave a grumble.

"Man, what a waste of time." Brick grumbled. "All these people we beat up, and for what? A stupid gold watch?"

Brick dug around in his pockets as he pulled out what seemed to be a nice watch that had a shining gleam when it was at the right angle of the sun.

"What are we supposed to do with this useless junk?" Butch frowned as he held up what seemed to be a perfect replication of the Bayeux Tapestry... before pausing. "Well, if worse comes to worse, we can use this thing as a rug."

"What really bugs me is you, Boomer." Brick frowned as he noted his blonde brother's distracted look.

"Huh?" Boomer blinked twice, turning to his annoyed brothers.

"Exactly. You're not even listening to us. What is with you, anyway? For the last two weeks, you've been going off in your own stupid la-la land whenever we look at potential people, kids, and what not!" Brick pointed out as Butch laid out the large tapestry in front of the cardboard box in front of them. As Butch was somehow trying to lay down one corner in front of his box, the other corner started to roll up, managing to catch the green wearing boy in the act. Ignoring the shenanigans with Butch, Brick went over to his brother. "So, what's eating you, bro?"

"Uh, well..." Boomer bit his lip as he shook his head. "You're probably going to think this is stupid..."

The blonde haired blue wearing Rowdyruff stopped as he looked over towards a frowning Brick. The hat wearing Rowdyruff motioned his blonde haired brother to continue as nearby, Butch was trying to use his arms to beat up the Bayeux Tapestry... before getting frustrated and using his heat vision to burn down this valuable object.

Ignoring Butch's shenanigans once again, Boomer looked directly at his brother and continued, "...I was thinking..."

"Oh gee. Boomer and thinking? Perish the thought." Brick said in a smartmouth tone of voice, causing Butch, who had recovered from his little battle with the rolled up tapestry, to chuckle.

"I-I'm being serious, guys!" Boomer frowned as his brothers were laughing at him. "Can you please just listen?"

Brick and Butch slowed down their mocking laughs as Brick opened up one eye. "Okay, okay, sorry. Go on."

"Well... you remember how... well, that monkey... Mojo, he said he was our original creator, right? And then Him brought us back to life and improved us so we'd be immune to the weaknesses Mojo never accounted for?" Boomer asked.

Butch scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Why are you even bringing THEM up, anyway?"

"Well..." Boomer put his hand behind his head, giving a small, nervous smile. "I've started looking more towards the families and noticed how well they get along..."

Brick lowered his eyelids with an unamused look on his face. "So, what, you're saying we should spend some time with that monkey or Him?"

"No, no, no! I wasn't suggesting that! It's just... well... I was thinking... wouldn't it be cool if we... had our very own... uh... mother?" Boomer grinned.

Brick and Butch just stared at their brother with a blank look on their faces. They did not go unnoticed by the blonde haired boy as he stammered a bit. "I'm just saying it because... well, yes, there are dads, but... then you see that parents don't just have those, they also have moms, and... well, maybe a mom would be good to have around?"

Brick and Butch paused in silence as Boomer looked nervous. Then, Brick broke the silence. "Wow. You're right, Boomer."

"I am?" Boomer's eyes lit up.

"That IS stupid." Brick frowned as Butch gave a small scoff. "I mean, come on! What do we even need with a mom, anyway? We have everything we need right here. Places to roam, the whole town our oyster, AND if we run into them, Powerpuff Girls to beat and outsmart. We don't need a mom!"

"But consider this!" Boomer started to say.

"Shut it, Boomer!" Butch yelled, causing the blonde haired boy to stop his mouth. "Our leader's right! We don't need a mom! We already had people who created us... and from what the monkey said, this is the second time we were created!"

Brick smirked as he flew up in the air. "Follow me, boys."

Butch immediately followed his leader, with Boomer hesitantly following his two brothers as he joined them in the sky. Brick gave a small breath of fresh air as he waved his arm. "Let me remind you of the city we reside in... the city of Townsville."

The blonde haired boy looked down at the city as he noted the beauty behind it, with cars passing by, people gathering around City Hall for another speech from the mayor (who was probably rambling about pickles as per usual), Mojo's large volcano-like lair in the middle, the forest nearby... all of Townsville in front of them. Brick continued on, "In this city, we are roamers, destined to break rules and regulations, no person that can control us. We're not puppets for society, we kick society in the face! And if people don't like it, we punch them! That's the Rowdyruff way!"

"But..." Boomer started, causing Butch and Brick to sigh. "...wouldn't it be fun if, just for once, we could actually settle down and find someone that cares for us?"

Brick scoffs. "Boomer, we're the Rowdyruff Boys! We're practically on the wanted lists by this point. Who in their right mind would ever want to take care of us? Let me tell you right now, nobody! Aside from Mojo and Him, who only tells us to destroy the Powerpuff Girls and nothing more, we never had anyone care for us! So why bring this up now?"

"Because we... never tried before?" Boomer suggested. "I mean... we may only steal from people or kick them down because we're supposed to be the mean ones, but... maybe if we actually played nice to someone, we'd-"

"Forget it, Boomer!" Brick crossed his arms. "Nobody would be willing to take in three criminals that have the same power as those Stupidpuff Girls. Now, I would suggest you put those thoughts about having a mom out of your head!"

"Yeah! We're rebels, man! We don't need no parental figure controlling our lives!" Butch laughed as he held his hands up in the air.

Boomer looked like he wanted to argue some more, but gave a sigh as he slumped down. "Fine..."

"Heh, glad to see we're all in agreement." Brick said as he looked towards Boomer. "Now, I believe it's your turn to get dinner. I'll take a nice cooked chicken with gravy."

"Chicken and salted potatoes for me! And don't forget, rob the place!" Butch ordered. "We're the bad guys!"

"Fine." Boomer said as he went off, leaving the two boys behind.

After a moment, Butch could only laugh. "Can you believe our brother? What is he thinking with that whole 'mom' thing? Heh, if he mentions that again, we got to beat that softness out of him!"

"Right!" Brick said as Butch started to fly down to the alley to get comfortable. As soon as Brick noted he was alone, his eyes and face suddenly softened up as he looked down with a sad expression. "Right..."

Meanwhile, down below, as Butch got himself in his cardboard box, he looked around to see if no one was looking. As soon as he felt alone, Butch couldn't help but shut his eyes in anger and punched the top of his cardboard box. "Why do you always make a good point, why?"

Boomer was later seen walking along the sidewalk, grumbling to himself as he put his hands in his pockets, kicking himself. "Ugh, I can't believe I even suggested that idea? What was I even thinking, of course they would never go for it?"

The blonde haired Rowdyruff Boy frowned as he kept walking, not feeling in the mood to fly. As he dragged his feet on the ground, he couldn't help but think back to what the boys had said. And every word his brothers had said were pretty much soul-crushing. He stopped for a small moment as he noticed another family coming out, a woman holding a young boy's hand as the boy seemed to be happy, holding a red balloon in his hand. At one point, the balloon slipped from the boy's grasp, but the woman grabbed it and tied it to the boy's hand, keeping the knot secure as the boy gave a playful laugh.

As much as Boomer thought it was sweet, he looked away in shame. "Maybe they're right. Who would want to adopt a criminal like me, anyway..."

He felt his stomach rumbling as he felt his stomach. The young boy looked around as he noticed a chicken restaurant on the other end of the street. Feeling starved, the boy decided to cut traffic, not noticing that a car had happened to come in at that very moment. Boomer heard the screeching of the brakes and turned his head, but before he could react...

BANG!

Boomer got knocked down by the stopping vehicle as he fell down, his leg being struck down by the vehicle. A combination of hunger and pain caused the boy to feel woozy as he tried to keep his eyes open...

The last thing he saw before going unconscious was the face of an angel... a rather, concerned and worried, black haired angel...

And that's the second chapter! What did you guys think? Don't worry, Boomer isn't dead, I mean, he's a Rowdyruff, I'm pretty sure he was tough enough to at least survive an impact hit of a car. But for the sake of the story, it did take him off guard. In the next chapter, we're going back to Miss Keane and her point of view on what had actually happened. Don't worry, things will be clear soon enough! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!