Author's Notes: Before anyone asks, yes this was inspired by that "What Would You Do" special with the little boy being alone for his birthday party without any of his friends showing up.


Chapter 1

I Don't Have Any Friends

Elmer Sglue was having a pretty gloomy birthday party at Townsville's Pete's-A Pizza. He was supposed to be turning six years old today and celebrating this huge milestone in his life by inviting a whole gaggle of friends at his fun pizza parlor, but so far absolutely none of his peers, or really any of his fellow acquaintances had even bothered to show up to this place at all. He had sent out an invitation to each and every one of his classmates in Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, including the Powerpuff Girls, but so far his "big celebration" was looking to be more of a no-show.

He didn't blame the Powerpuff Girls for not coming. Even though he was on friendly terms with them, and they probably would've come just out of a simple courtesy if they truly had the time, he knew that they were often busy fighting crime and trying to save the world and stuff. Besides, what would a couple of cool, superpowered chicks like them want with a lame loser like him anyway? He'd probably end up embarrassing them or making the little heroines look bad.

Elmer was never the most popular kid. He'd already given the others a reason to dislike him with his habit of eating glue, a pastime they all found gross and distasteful, making fun of him almost mercilessly for it. Especially Mitch. Oh how he hated that bully. It was a good thing at least that he hadn't showed up. And of course, with that whole rampaging goo monster incident, Elmer's reputation went even further down the toilet. He didn't exactly know there would be a radioactive fly in his paste when he shoved the amount he had in his mouth but hey, such is Townsville. They had chemical runoff all the time, in all kinds of places.

Elmer sighed. Thanks to the Professor he had had that little problem cleared up, his body now back to normal, but that didn't erase the memories or the terror. Buttercup had made amends with him and he still thought she was pretty cool, but apparently that wasn't enough for her to show up for him being one year older or any of her sisters really.

Elmer had never remembered a time where he had ever felt so alone. He dropped his chin into his hands, looking down at his table despondently.

"Aw, cheer up, honey." His mother told him, rubbing his back and trying to liven his spirits. "I'm sure your friends are just running a little late. Just give it time."

"But mom, it's already been more than a hour!" The pale boy miserably told her. "Let's face it: I don't have any friends and nobody's coming."

Her son's dejected words brought a frown to the woman's face and she was quick to try to shake him out of it.

"Nonsense. You're too young to be so sad and gloomy. You act more like a little old man than you do a growing little boy!" She said, trying to bring a smile to him with her form of good humor.

Elmer didn't humor her by smiling. He simply sighed through his nose again, never lifting his gaze from that table.

"Tell you what, sweetie. Why doesn't mommy take a little break in the bathroom and then when I come back, we can start up some games of our own, okay?"

"Okay mom." Elmer responded glumly, not even looking in her direction as she got up to leave.

This was shaping up to be the worst birthday party ever and to make matters even worse, Elmer suddenly heard a crash!

"Wha?!" he exclaimed, snapping his head up to attention.

He saw that the windows to the pizza parlor had all been shattered and three very distinctive colors were zipping all over the place inside, causing quite a bit of fright amongst the kids and the adults, as well as more than a few employees. Red, green, and blue?

What in the world are the Powerpuff Girls doing in here? he thought, before hearing the three party crashers laugh, and realizing he was actually dealing with three superpowered little boys instead of the familiar girls.

His mouth gaped open in awe.

"Nice to see you, losers!" The red kid with the baseball cap over his head greeted smugly. "Mind if we stay and eat some pizza too?"

Elmer saw the rest of the children hiding fearfully underneath their tables, quivering in fright at the tiny yet imposing little boys hovering above them. Elmer made a nervous gulp himself, swallowing a gallon of spit. Hearing no objections, the boy in red went on, "That's good to hear! Well don't mind us while we make ourselves at home!"

"Making themselves at home" involved wrecking everything in sight for the boys. It was a really cringeworthy thing to watch. They started by first destroying the band of robot animals playing a show on stage, smashing through the sticks that held them up with ease.

"That show sucked!" The boy in blue said derisively.

"Yeah, where's the refund?" The boy in green snidely agreed. "So, what else can we do?"

They went on to harass more patrons and destroy more of the parlor in many different ways, smashing open the barrier of the ball pit, shoving the other kids off of the rides and other games, breaking the arcade claw machine to get all the free toys inside, and cheating at skee-ball games so that they could get a buttload of tickets.

When they finally worked up an appetite after doing all that, they stopped to take their orders right at Elmer's birthday table. Terrific. Elmer stiffened up immediately, trying not to make any sounds or do anything that would draw attention to himself. He treated them like beasts who could only see you if they smelled your fear, or if their prey made any sudden movements.

A nervous waiter dressed in an overly large canine suit treaded carefully to their table, trying not to let his pencil shake as he held up his notepad and shakily asked, "B-bow-a wow-a wow-a, c-can I take your order... now-a?"

"Pfft! BA HA HA HA HA!" The boys all rudely laughed, sans for Elmer, who was still too nervous to really find anything funny.

The fellow waiter gulped, afraid to say or do anything that would give these kids a reason to want to beat him up.

"BA HA HA!" Butch laughed. "Get a load of this guy!"

"Geez buddy, me and the boys haven't even ordered anything yet!" Brick joked. "What's with all the cheese?"

"They don't pay ya enough for this, do they?" Butch rubbed in even further.

"Cool, a doggie mascot!" Boomer said with delight. It was hard to tell with him whether or not he was being serious. "Can I scratch you behind your ears?"

"Uh, s-sure." The man allowed, not really in a position to refuse three kids who could all collectively break him like a kit-kat bar.

He tried not to flinch too hard when the blue-schemed mutant flew up to do just that, cooing to him gently as he gave him a rub behind his fake, mascot ears.

"Aw! Who's a good puppy?" Boomer cooed, his unintentionally humiliating treatment causing his siblings to get themselves into an uproar of laughter. "You like that boy?"

The man blushed quietly beneath his suit, silently wanting to disappear into the floor. Why oh why did these little punks have to show up today?

"Oh my god, this is hilarious! Make him do tricks, Boomer!" Butch encouraged.

"Okay!" Boomer replied. "Shake hands, boy!" Finding that not too bad, the fellow employee muttered bitterly before ultimately complying with this order. "Now roll around on the floor!"

"Kids, please!" The male employee begged. "If I could just take your order-"

"Hey, I'd do what my brother tells ya," Brick coolly warned him. "Or we'll hafta make ya play dead instead."

Swallowing a gallon of spit, the male employee shivered fearfully before nodding his head in understanding. "I-I understand. I'll... go down on the floor now."

It was awkward of course, and more than a little clumsy due to his bulky, non-movement friendly suit, but he somehow managed the task, appropriately rolling himself around on the dirty carpet afterwards.

Elmer winced at him with sympathy, knowing a thing or two about not being able to escape an uncomfortable situation, but he still decided to stay quiet for the most part.

"BA HA HA! Alright, ya crazy mutt! Get up and take our order!" Butch finally mercifully allowed.

"Alright, flea bag." Brick said, taking charge. "Make sure you jot all this down. We want the extra stuffed, loaded down toppings pizza with everything ya got as far as meat and cheese. We want at least three of every dessert ya got and make sure you go hard on those fizzy drinks too, got it?"

"Y-Yes sir." The waiter replied, jotting it all down.

"Oh, and what about you kid?" Brick asked, finally addressing Elmer. So shocked was he that he was finally getting attention, that Elmer's mouth opened and closed like a fish without him making any words for several seconds. "Any toppings in particular you want?"

"Oh, uh..." Elmer began, only to be cut off again by Brick who said, "Anchovies and pineapples, got it. Make that happen."

Ew. That was the last thing he wanted, but he wasn't about to press his luck by complaining.