Author's Notes: Well, I can probably safely say that I don't think anyone has ever tried to do this before. I've read a story where the Gangreen Gang ended up in the world of Peach Creek and the Powerpuff Girls, but never the Rowdyruff Boys themselves. I found their characters most fitting for this crossover because their destructive and maniacal behavior would prove quite fun to deal with in the cul-de-sac and I like the idea of Eddy actually having a brief alliance with them seeing as how he's no cuddly teddy bear himself.

Chapter 1

What Do You Wanna Do Today?

The city of Townsville! Where it's a shiny new day full of shiny new faces, ... but unfortunately for all the readers, the three particular faces we're about to peek in on today are anything but bright and eager, let alone friendly as they prepare for the start to their day.

We cut in now to the Rowdyruff Boys, the residential jerks of Townsville who have all made Fuzzy Lumpkin's home a place of refuge for them while their parents remain mostly out of their lives and continue on doing their own villainous things.

"Ugh..." Butch groaned, being the first to wake up after a massive hangover last night spread out over the floor of Fuzzy's cabin. He was covered in an avalanche of old candy wrappers, sticky lollipop papers, spilled soda, melted chocolate from candy bars and other grubby, sticky things. He sat up and rubbed his head, already feeling a headache coming on. "Geez, what all happened last night?"

Boomer was the next to get up, also feeling a little sick and more than a little groggy. "I don't remember much," he told his brother foggily. "But I think it had something to do with candy. Yeah, lots and lots of candy." Despite him not feeling well he couldn't help but smile at the memory of indulging in all those sugary sweets, getting himself as high as a kite off of every last one of them.

"Yeah, I remember that." Butch reminisced fondly, finding it all coming back to him, little by little. "We had Mentos too. Diet Coke and Mentos. Boy was that fun!"

Brick was in a less favorable mood once he woke up from his diabetic slumber and told them both, "God, will you two idiots keep it down already? My head feels like one of those lousy Puffs spent the whole night beatin' it in like a drum!"

"Hey Brick," Boomer said, deciding to joke around with his brother a bit. "Would you say you're feeling like an Airhead today?" He picked up one of the little taffy candies off the floor (this one in particular being blueberry-raspberry flavored) and waved it teasingly in front his unamused sibling's face.

Brick was quick to smack it out of his hand. "No dummy," He told him flatly. "You're the Airhead."

"Aw, you're no fun!" Boomer pouted, but then he seemed to remember something. "Hey I wonder if that old Fuzzy guy is still kickin' around? I haven't heard him make a lot of noise lately."

"Huh, good question." Brick acknowledged. He rubbed his eyes a bit and yawned before stretching himself out and getting himself up off the floor. "Here, I'll go check."

He didn't have to travel very far before he reached a nearby closet where they were mainly keeping the old kook and used his hand to turn the knob and open it up. Fuzzy was still sitting there inside, tied up on the floor with a strip of duct tape over his mouth, rendering most of his cries and his possible pleas for help mainly silent.

He reacted to the first sign of the light and the fellow Ruff in front of him with a pained whimper, his eyes bloodshot and his complexion pale where there wasn't fur.

"Yeah, he looks alright." Brick accessed nonchalantly. "I mean we just fed him like what? Just a few days ago? Maybe a week?"

Fuzzy's loudly growling stomach seemed to answer that question and Brick couldn't help but take pleasure in the pink country bumpkin's suffering. He laughed loudly in a wicked, cackling manner before slamming the door shut on the poor fool, leaving him in the dark yet again.

Boomer and Butch got their chuckles in too with Boomer cheerfully saying, "See ya next morning, pink sasquatch guy!"

"Heh heh, what a dummy!" Butch laughed. "So bro, what do you wanna d-" He began to ask, before suddenly feeling a lurching sensation in his stomach, forcing him to slap a hand over his mouth.

Brick merely smiled at this and it wasn't long before Boomer was having the same sick feelings.

"Hurgh…" The blonde groaned pitifully. "Brick, I don't feel so-"

"Crap, I think I'm gonna-!" Butch said at nearly the same time.

And then both boys rushed off in a two-toned streak of dark green and navy blue to the nearest bathroom, fighting for possession over the toilet before taking turns dunking their heads inside and separately blowing chunks into the porcelain throne.

"Well, after you two finish puking your guts out," Brick commented nonchalantly. "I was thinkin' we could pay a little visit to the monkey man himself, Mojo Jojo today."

Once there was a pause to his vomiting, Boomer perked up immediately.

"Yay!" Boomer cheered, clapping his hands like a little kid would after just being told that they were taking a trip with their parents to Disney World. "I like Mojo! He's the fun dad!

"You mean he's the stick-up-the-ass dad." Butch groused bitterly, he too finally getting a break from his barfing to speak up. "He's always sittin' up workin'. It's like he totally forgot that he even had kids!"

"They're both stupid," Brick stated, rolling his eyes. "What Boomer means is that Mojo's the fun dad to mess around with!"

"Yeah, that's it!" Boomer agreed, nodding his head vigorously. After wiping his mouth of his remaining puke and wiping the hand he used to do that job with on his shirt, Boomer asked, "Hey, can we try to get him to make breakfast for us too? All this puking's made me hungry."

"Yeah, me too." Butch seconded, taking a moment to appreciate the bright, rainbow hues of his candy vomit before finally having enough of it and flushing it all down the toilet.

"Yeah, that monkey sure knows how to make a damn good omelet." Brick replied appreciatively.

"And he's a pretty good cook in general too!" Butch praised his dad some more. "Sometimes I think he'd have better luck bein' head chef of some fancy restaurant than a world dictator."

"Yeah, but don't tell him that." Brick warned him. "You'll hurt his feelings."

The two shared a laugh at the idea of someone like Mojo having feelings but he had proven himself to be pretty touchy and bristly before, so it was definitely a possibility.

With the chuckles out of the way, Brick clapped his hands in a chop-chop fashion, urging his brothers to "Get a move on then, losers! We've got a family reunion to attend!"

"Yippee!" Boomer shouted with glee, leaping at the current task of getting ready.

"Getting ready" for the Rowdyruff Boys didn't require as many steps as it probably would for a normal set of kids who were expected to follow basic hygiene and grooming rules. They didn't bother to brush their rotten, cavity-ridden teeth or their dandruff-filled, bedraggled hair and they certainly didn't bother to change out of the clothes they had worn ever since their resurrection and never placed once inside a washing machine for the entire duration of that time.

Funnily enough they did take pride in spit-shining their sneakers and Butch always made sure he had a liberal amount of gel on hand to make sure his hair kept its spiky, unruly style. Brick took extra care of his red baseball hat as well for strangely sentimental reasons and Boomer... well, Boomer took care of Boomer.

"Hey," Butch hissed to his red-clad brother just as they were getting ready to fly over to the observatory. "Three bags of pop rocks and a glob of Goopy Goo that Mojo's sittin' at home right now eatin' a banana."

Brick snickered at the bet and decided to take a wager of his own. "Alright brother of mine. I bet my whole marble collection that the guy's probably workshopping another dumb robot or useless gadget that'll end up smashed by the Powerpukes before you can even say flea bag!"

"I got stuff too!" Boomer joined in eagerly too. "Uh, I bet a chewed up button and a green potato chip that you're both wrong and Mojo's actually pining over us and crying over our baby pictures as we speak!"

"We don't have any baby pictures, dummy." Butch informed him with a thump to his forehead.

"No, but he probably took a picture of all the ingredients he used to make us while he was locked up in jail!" Boomer replied, recovering from the lighter than the normal hit pretty quickly. "You know, to celebrate the occasion!"

"The toilet too?" Brick remarked, snorting in amusement at the potential dirty visual of something like that.

"That'd be funny!" Butch laughed. "In all its herpes and disease-ridden glory!"

The boys shared one last round of snickers and laughs amongst each other before finally deciding to set off on their journey, Brick telling them both, "Alright losers, let's bust in on this lame 60s inspired Saturday morning villain!"