Blossom was the first one to wake up. She looked around her and noticed her sisters sleeping. Then she looked upwards and saw some weirdo sleeping on "her" couch. She woke up Buttercup. They both agreed on drawing on his face with expo marker, but they needed Bubbles. She was the one with the supplies.
"Hey Bwubbles wake up some weid guy is sitting on "my" couch." She rolled her sister over. Buttercup looked at Blossom.
"What do you mean "your" couch?" She glared at her sister. Bubbles took the opportunity and went back to sleep. "This is my couch!" Buttercup slapped Blossom into the already damaged television. Bubbles decided she would stop fake sleeping and started barking at Buttercup to stop.
"Hey you cheated bawking is not allowe!" Buttercup complained. Bubbles frowned.
"Well it's not your telewision anyways Buttercup, its mwine!" Bubbles defended. She was still holding her blanket.
"No it's not its mwine!" Buttercup said.
"Nu uh I saw it first!" Blossom said as she rose from the T.V.
"No you didn't!" Bubbles pointed her index finger towards her.
"Yes I did!" Blossom countered.
Boomer was woken by a loud crash, then a scream, and barking noises. He reluctantly rose up from the couch, with his eyes still closed. He slowly opened one eye, afraid of what he might see. He noticed that he that the apartment had been transformed into some kind of survival arena of some sort. It was not the smartest move on his hand. Buttercup immediately reacted.
"Oh no the weid man woke ups, Bubbles Blossom attack!" All three of the girls tackled him together. He tried to prey them off, but they were stuck on his body from head to toe. He had Bubbles glued to his right leg. Blossom had his left, and Buttercup had his head. He spoke muffled words that none of the girls understood. He tried walking and ended up falling on backwards.
"Yes wictory has been achwied!" Buttercup announced she took Boomers fall as a sign of retreat. "That was fun Bubbles, we should play Mwilitary mwore ofwen." Buttercup congratulated her sister. Bubbles was standing on Boomer to make sure he didn't get up.
"So what do we do with him?" She asked Blossom, her eyes twinkling like stars. Blossom placed her miniature hands on her small hips. She examined Boomer and he looked back at her with a freaked out expression. She then smiled and his look of terror intensified.
"We nweed to tie him up and duct tape his mouwth, we are going to play capture the weed man!" She publicized. Buttercup was all for it and Bubbles was already gone to search for the tape. Blossom helped Boomer upwards. She went on her tippy toes and glared at Boomer. "Alwight wissen up mista, you have to hide and we have to fwind you compwende?" He looked down at her and nodded. Buttercup stepped in.
"She said compwende!" She stepped on Boomers toe. He hopped on it for a while, and then she stepped on his other toe. "Do…You Compwende!" Buttercup wailed in a tantrum.
"Alright calm down I understand." He begged. She stepped on his left foot even harder than last time.
"No you have to say compwende!" 'If you don't say it I'm ganna…I'm ganna… Boomer looked sort of confused.
"You're going to do what?" He challenged. He would soon regret his question.
"Or I'm ganna tell on you!" She said as she jumped up and down in a fit of anger. She punched Boomer repeatedly in the gut." By this time Bubbles had arrived with the duct tape. As soon as she saw the horrid scene she stepped in.
"Gwuys don't do that." She said as she blocked Buttercup and Blossom from Boomer. Blossom said she didn't do it, and that it was all Buttercups fault, Buttercup blaimed it back on Blossom. "No guys I mean don't hit the weed man that softly, he will defwinitly beat us at capture the weed man if we go easy on the tworture." "That's why I brought these." She said as she dropped scissors, butter knives, makeup, markers and cookies. Blossom cocked an eyebrow at the cookies.
"What are thwose for?" She pointed towards the chocolate chip cookies. Buttercup grabbed one and took a bite. She concluded that did not contain poison. Bubbles flashed a gentle smile.
"Oh those are just for eating, playing can weally make a big kid hungwy." Blossom and Buttercup nodded. Boomer took the chance to make a run for it. He rushed to the hole where the front door had once been , but sadly he didn't run quite fast enough, because he was soon taken down by Buttercup.
"Oh no you don't mwista." She warned him as she had him in a head lock. He choked for a few minutes, until Blossom told her to stop.
"We want him awive Buttercup, so we can pway with him forewer." Boomer shuddered at the thought of being trapped in a three bed apartment with three homicidal maniacs. Okay maybe that was going too far…was it? It seemed to him like their intentions were too slowly break his spirit so that in time he would lose his mind and commit suicide. He gulped.
"Hey man have you heard form Boomer?" He still hasn't called me back and it's been much more than 5 minutes. "Last time he called he was saying something about the Power Puffs being little kids or something." Brick told butch. Butch dismissed the idea.
"Yeah right the Power Puffies are now miniature Puffs, that's a bunch of bullshit on a silver plate." He said as he tossed Brick a bear. "You know how Boomer can be; he was never really a smart guy." Butch reminded his brother.
"Your right he probably tried to get Bubbles so drunk that he ended up getting wasted too, and since it's been over 15 hours I'd say they had multiple rounds." Brick sneered. "I never thought he had it in him, I bet his having a great time at their apartment."
Boomer was running for his life. His heart was racing he had to find a place to hide before "they" appeared. He was planning on escaping back to his brother's house, before they ruined his face any more. He was now wearing hot pink lip stick, his hair was half shaved off and half decorated. They had plucked his eyelashes drawn pictures on his face with expo markers, crayons, and color pencils, and managed to rip off his pants. He looked like a lost hobo who had a bad run in with Lady Gaga. To think Bubbles was the one who enforced half of the actions too, sure Buttercup was always trying to kill him, and Blossom would find ways to trap him, but it seemed to kill him a little inside when Bubbles would laugh at his misery. She was so cute, yet so cruel. He heard some noise from behind him and paused. He turned around and saw three innocent looking girls walking towards him. He slowly backed up.
"W-what do you want from m-me?" He cried out. He moved his left book backwards. Blossom slowly followed him, with Buttercup and Bubbles as her back up.
"We bored of pwaying that other gwame; we want to play new gwame." Bubbles explained. "Why are you running away from us Mwista the game is over, you won." She told him with a sweet grin.
"I can't believe what you've done to me." He informed Blossom.
"No need to twank us it was our pweasure." Blossom took it as a compliment of some sort.
"And what do you mean I win?" He continued to back up despite what the girls told him. "Are you going to give me a training bra or something?" All three of the girls looked confused.
"Um..?" Bubbles started.
"What's a..?" Buttercup continued.
"Twainning Bra?" Blossom finished. Boomer wasn't sure what to tell them, they were only six years old. They started requesting for their answer, and the requests were slowly turning into threats.
"Okay okay fine I'll tell you, but you three need to promise me one thing." They all looked up at him with their big colorful eyes. "Promise me that you won't try to kill me, and lay off the lip stick please."
"I pwomise." Bubbles nodded. "Me too!" Blossom agreed. Boomer looked at Bubbles suggestively. She glared back at him. Her sisters glared at her back.
"Alright I pwomise." She fessed up. "No finger cwossing Buttercup." Blossom ordered. "Alwight..." She uncrossed her fingers. They all returned to the messed up living room. Boomer still looked a mess, although he had forgotten about that tiny detail for a bit. He sat down on the couch Bubbles sat on his lap, Blossom sat on his wright, and Buttercup sat on his left.
"Okay so, a training bra is like, um like preparation for the birds and bees." He started. They were still fairly confused. Boomer sighed. "You know when Ken likes Barbie a lot they get to getter and have a very special hug which… makes people."
"How special?" Buttercup asked. "Super special." Boomer added. "So twainning bwas are things that people wear to prepare them to have more people with Barbie dolls?" Blossom tried to make sense of his explanation.
"Uh…yeah that's right babies come from Barbie dolls." He said taking the opportunity to divert the conversation to a less sensitive subject. "So who wants to visit my brothers?" He randomely suggested.
"Ohh ooh oh I wanna!" Bubbles yelled. "Me too!" Buttercup added, "Me thwird! Blossom finished.
"Alright then let's go!" He said as he walked out of the apartment with three ant sized power Puffs. He knew one thing for sure; his brothers' first thoughts would be "What the hell?" or something along those lines. He decided to text his brother Butch to tell him that he was going home.
Text Messages…
Boomer: Hey man I'm finally coming home.
Butch: Bout damned time, Brick and I were starting to think you and Bubbles would never stop.
Boomer: What?
Butch: Don't play dumb dude.
Boomer: Bubbles and I didn't do anything, trust me…
Butch: What did you mess it up or something?
Boomer: Well I told Brick earlier that the Puffs are now little people.
Butch: Little people? :/
Boomer: You know babies and crap.
Butch: You had kids?
Boomer: No! I'm trying to tell you that the Power Puff Girls are now six year olds.
Butch: Do six year olds need diaper changes?
Boomer: I don't know? I don't think so…
Butch: I hope not, because I have no Idea how to change those.
Boomer: I think I do
Butch: How,why? You know what never mind forget I asked.
Boomer: asdfoiuwerklewhrj
Butch: Are you having a seizure or something?
Boomer: aerewoj sorry aioerjer their trying to hiohewtiwahio take my phone akjhhfaklhgs
Butch: alright then see you later; I don't want to deal with baby texting.
Boomer finally snatched his phone back from the three of them. They were so annoying, always crying and whining and trying to kill you. Like a bad scary movie. As he was driving they were fighting about some toy. It would be a while before he got back home to his brothers, they would either hate him for life, or kill him later.
Brick
That's how we ended up playing ultimate hide and go seek with three mini Puffs. I'm so winning. It's been 5 hours and she still hasn't found me. I bet she's still looking as we speak. I looked down to check on her and found her lying on the ground...taking a nap. No wonder she hasn't found me yet. She was sleeping, and to think I though I was winning. Even if I was it would be sort of sad. Winning a game of hide and go seek to a six year old. if I lost, she's still a girl. So i'ts a lose, lose situation.
This story is really fun to write.
I get all the inspirations for the little Powerpuffs from having a brother and sister myself. Both of them are babies, and they suck crap. but I guess I owe them one for inspiring me. :)