CREATURE COMFORTS
A Powerpuff Girls/RowdyRuff Boys adventure
by
Dynamoe Dave
June 11 2004
PG-13 due to real world themes and sadness
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For more information concerning the appearances of The Rowdyruff Boys and Bunny please read my first fanfic, "The Seven Samurai."
NARRATOR: The City of Townsville; a city unlike any other in the world. A city that houses a team of unique and super powered little girls called The Powerpuff Girls. A team that constantly patrols the city and reduces monster attacks and crime to a near standstill. Yes, the people of Townsville have it pretty easy. Their businesses and properties are safe from those who would covet them for themselves. But, what of other possessions...such as animals?
PROLOGUE
(An abandoned airport hangar)
"YOU FOOL, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? You know we use strays and washed up racing animals only! Taking that bloody croc from the zoo just put our whole operation on the map! Who'll miss a stray, NOBODY! Who'll miss an old racing dog or horse, NOBODY! Who'll miss a rare, white crocodile on loan from Australia, EVERYBODY! Thanks a lot, moron!"
"Hey, we were real careful. Collapsing the fence was easy, and the drugged rabbits knocked the croc out real quiet like."
"YOU MISS THE POINT AS USUAL! It's rare, and valuable! It will be MISSED and SEARCHED for!" The hollering man, a large and stocky thug had a no-nonsense air about him. He was seething at the careless security breach and continued ranting at his well meaning, and soon to be dead underling. "It may very well be found, but YOU will not be!" He pointed towards two other dangerous looking men in the back of the room, "You, dispose of this oaf in the usual place with the other useless animals!"
The unfortunate croc napper screamed, "Nooooo, we'll put it back! Have mercy, I'll leave town!"
Before he could continue his pleas he was clubbed from behind and fell to the floor in heap. As the two enforcers hauled the unconscious man away their boss gave them final instructions, "Catch me a fresh dog and cat, I have a final experiment to run, and even though it's dark, be careful!" He glared at the two men, his meaning clear as crystal.
THE NEXT MORNING
Professor Utonium channel surfed the radio stations looking for something interesting to help him pass the morning. He was enjoying an interlude of brief quiet before his rambunctious girls woke up and began their morning going to school routine. All he heard was the usual chatter concerning assorted morning radio shows, a disturbance in the zoo the night before, and a homicide victim found floating in Townsville Bay. Nothing about monsters or super villians to interest him or the girls. All in all, a yawnfest. He did, however, make a mental note to ask the mayor to change the name of the Townsville Area Rapid Transit System to an acronym that didn't remind one of promiscuous women.
The Professor was about to end his solitude and call for his girls, but the Powerpuff Hotline beat him to it. In a flash, 4 eager girls were hopping around him in frenzied excitement. The newest girl, clad in purple, grabbed the phone soliciting glares from her three slightly slower siblings, "Powerpuff Bunny here, Hi Mayor"
"Hi Bunny, Blossom still letting you answer the phone I see. Can I speak to her please?"
Bunny gave Blossom the phone who clicked on the external speaker so everybody could hear. The Mayor continued, "Blossom, I'm in a bit of a pickle. No, this time I don't need one to eat. I have a problem, last night a rare, white crocodile on loan from Australia was stolen from the Townsville Zoo. To further confound matters, the body of a man was found early this morning floating in Townsville Bay. Evidence on him suggests he was involved with the theft."
The Professor, who had been listening, asked, "What kind of evidence?"
"A single piece of reptile tissue in his pocket, which has been identified as a white scale coming from that crocodile. Because this could become an international headache, I've asked forensics to give the body top priority. We should have preliminary results in a few hours. Girls, find that croc, PLEASE!" he finished with a moanful whine.
Blossom ended the conversation, "We'll get right on it, sir."
Bubbles spoke up to nobody in particular, "Oh boy, it's been a while since I spoke crocodile!" She promptly began growling very deeply and accented it with an ominous, throaty rumble.
Buttercup halted the growling with one of her usual barbs, "You should speak bird, cause you're a LOON!" She smiled sarcastically at the blonde puff.
Blossom put an end to the on-going rivalry, "Enough girls, let's get to the zoo!" With that she leapt up, and out of sight. The other three girls looked at their dad, said goodbye, and followed their leader skyward.
MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER PART OF TOWNSVILLE
Ms. Sandra Keane was in a hurry, she wanted to find her cat, Valentino, and make sure he was safely inside before she left to teach her kindergarten class at Pokey Oaks. She tilted her head at an angle calculated to give some distance to her voice, took a deep breath, and hollered out,
"Vaaaalllllen-teeeeeee-nooo, here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Irritated, she proceeded out her front door and to her car talking to herself, "Oh, that darn cat can be such a trial at times! I'm late enough as is, he'll just have to stay out until I get home." She arrived at her car, gave one last hopeful look around, and sped off to her waiting students.
Along the way Ms. Keane asked her three adopted sons, Brick, Boomer, and Butch, aka The RowdyRuff Boys to search for Valentino on their way home from school. As was their custom Ms. Keane drove the boys to Pokey Oaks since they were all going to the same place, but afterwards allowed them to fly home provided they do so promptly. This was a special occasion, and the boys realized it, "Yes, Mom," Brick answered for the three, "we'll make a good search of it, even if we have to get the girls."
When they arrived inside Ms. Keane was greeted by Mary and Mitch who were quite concerned about Robin Schneider. As the boys took their seats Ms. Keane went to talk to Robin, who was sniffling and sobbing to herself.
"Why dearie, whatever is the matter?"
Robin responded all glum faced and teary eyed, "Yesterday, I got a brand new PUPPY, and last night I think I saw somebody TAKE him!" She lapsed into another round of crying, "As I was SNIFF looking out the upstairs window, I think I saw a man get out of a van on the sidewalk, and take him." Robin looked all perplexed at the thought of someone wanting HER puppy! "When I got downstairs, my puppy, the man and the van were GONE! I named him Mr. Peepers cause he has two different colored eyes. One is blue, and the other is green. Poor Mr. Peepers SNIFF
Ms. Keane took one look at the red faced Robin and had her go wash her face in the bathroom after comforting her.
"This is something for the Powerpuff Girls, and as soon as they return from wherever they're at, I'll tell them, Poor Robin!" she thought both sadly and angrily at the same time.
A Powerpuff Girls/RowdyRuff Boys adventure
by
Dynamoe Dave
June 11 2004
PG-13 due to real world themes and sadness
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For more information concerning the appearances of The Rowdyruff Boys and Bunny please read my first fanfic, "The Seven Samurai."
NARRATOR: The City of Townsville; a city unlike any other in the world. A city that houses a team of unique and super powered little girls called The Powerpuff Girls. A team that constantly patrols the city and reduces monster attacks and crime to a near standstill. Yes, the people of Townsville have it pretty easy. Their businesses and properties are safe from those who would covet them for themselves. But, what of other possessions...such as animals?
PROLOGUE
(An abandoned airport hangar)
"YOU FOOL, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? You know we use strays and washed up racing animals only! Taking that bloody croc from the zoo just put our whole operation on the map! Who'll miss a stray, NOBODY! Who'll miss an old racing dog or horse, NOBODY! Who'll miss a rare, white crocodile on loan from Australia, EVERYBODY! Thanks a lot, moron!"
"Hey, we were real careful. Collapsing the fence was easy, and the drugged rabbits knocked the croc out real quiet like."
"YOU MISS THE POINT AS USUAL! It's rare, and valuable! It will be MISSED and SEARCHED for!" The hollering man, a large and stocky thug had a no-nonsense air about him. He was seething at the careless security breach and continued ranting at his well meaning, and soon to be dead underling. "It may very well be found, but YOU will not be!" He pointed towards two other dangerous looking men in the back of the room, "You, dispose of this oaf in the usual place with the other useless animals!"
The unfortunate croc napper screamed, "Nooooo, we'll put it back! Have mercy, I'll leave town!"
Before he could continue his pleas he was clubbed from behind and fell to the floor in heap. As the two enforcers hauled the unconscious man away their boss gave them final instructions, "Catch me a fresh dog and cat, I have a final experiment to run, and even though it's dark, be careful!" He glared at the two men, his meaning clear as crystal.
THE NEXT MORNING
Professor Utonium channel surfed the radio stations looking for something interesting to help him pass the morning. He was enjoying an interlude of brief quiet before his rambunctious girls woke up and began their morning going to school routine. All he heard was the usual chatter concerning assorted morning radio shows, a disturbance in the zoo the night before, and a homicide victim found floating in Townsville Bay. Nothing about monsters or super villians to interest him or the girls. All in all, a yawnfest. He did, however, make a mental note to ask the mayor to change the name of the Townsville Area Rapid Transit System to an acronym that didn't remind one of promiscuous women.
The Professor was about to end his solitude and call for his girls, but the Powerpuff Hotline beat him to it. In a flash, 4 eager girls were hopping around him in frenzied excitement. The newest girl, clad in purple, grabbed the phone soliciting glares from her three slightly slower siblings, "Powerpuff Bunny here, Hi Mayor"
"Hi Bunny, Blossom still letting you answer the phone I see. Can I speak to her please?"
Bunny gave Blossom the phone who clicked on the external speaker so everybody could hear. The Mayor continued, "Blossom, I'm in a bit of a pickle. No, this time I don't need one to eat. I have a problem, last night a rare, white crocodile on loan from Australia was stolen from the Townsville Zoo. To further confound matters, the body of a man was found early this morning floating in Townsville Bay. Evidence on him suggests he was involved with the theft."
The Professor, who had been listening, asked, "What kind of evidence?"
"A single piece of reptile tissue in his pocket, which has been identified as a white scale coming from that crocodile. Because this could become an international headache, I've asked forensics to give the body top priority. We should have preliminary results in a few hours. Girls, find that croc, PLEASE!" he finished with a moanful whine.
Blossom ended the conversation, "We'll get right on it, sir."
Bubbles spoke up to nobody in particular, "Oh boy, it's been a while since I spoke crocodile!" She promptly began growling very deeply and accented it with an ominous, throaty rumble.
Buttercup halted the growling with one of her usual barbs, "You should speak bird, cause you're a LOON!" She smiled sarcastically at the blonde puff.
Blossom put an end to the on-going rivalry, "Enough girls, let's get to the zoo!" With that she leapt up, and out of sight. The other three girls looked at their dad, said goodbye, and followed their leader skyward.
MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER PART OF TOWNSVILLE
Ms. Sandra Keane was in a hurry, she wanted to find her cat, Valentino, and make sure he was safely inside before she left to teach her kindergarten class at Pokey Oaks. She tilted her head at an angle calculated to give some distance to her voice, took a deep breath, and hollered out,
"Vaaaalllllen-teeeeeee-nooo, here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Irritated, she proceeded out her front door and to her car talking to herself, "Oh, that darn cat can be such a trial at times! I'm late enough as is, he'll just have to stay out until I get home." She arrived at her car, gave one last hopeful look around, and sped off to her waiting students.
Along the way Ms. Keane asked her three adopted sons, Brick, Boomer, and Butch, aka The RowdyRuff Boys to search for Valentino on their way home from school. As was their custom Ms. Keane drove the boys to Pokey Oaks since they were all going to the same place, but afterwards allowed them to fly home provided they do so promptly. This was a special occasion, and the boys realized it, "Yes, Mom," Brick answered for the three, "we'll make a good search of it, even if we have to get the girls."
When they arrived inside Ms. Keane was greeted by Mary and Mitch who were quite concerned about Robin Schneider. As the boys took their seats Ms. Keane went to talk to Robin, who was sniffling and sobbing to herself.
"Why dearie, whatever is the matter?"
Robin responded all glum faced and teary eyed, "Yesterday, I got a brand new PUPPY, and last night I think I saw somebody TAKE him!" She lapsed into another round of crying, "As I was SNIFF looking out the upstairs window, I think I saw a man get out of a van on the sidewalk, and take him." Robin looked all perplexed at the thought of someone wanting HER puppy! "When I got downstairs, my puppy, the man and the van were GONE! I named him Mr. Peepers cause he has two different colored eyes. One is blue, and the other is green. Poor Mr. Peepers SNIFF
Ms. Keane took one look at the red faced Robin and had her go wash her face in the bathroom after comforting her.
"This is something for the Powerpuff Girls, and as soon as they return from wherever they're at, I'll tell them, Poor Robin!" she thought both sadly and angrily at the same time.