Butch entered the house with 3 annoying little kids at his side. He threw each of them on me and told me to make sure their okay. I looked at him and he glared at me. I got the message, so I decided to watch television with the three of them. At first everything was fine, and calm. For the first time in forever they didn't cry or complain. Whatever Butch had done, he did a pretty good job. I was just about to drift to sleep with the girls, but of course since life just can never be perfect Boomer broke the door, and ran to Butchs room screaming curse words I never thought existed. I think he made most of those up too.

"Where is Butch?" It sounded like more of an order then a question. I sat there, with my swag sky rocketing.

"Dude chill man, it's butch you and I both know he is a total and complete ass hole." Boomer kicked the wall, in a failed attempt to show his anger. I shrugged.

"Hey if you guys want to fight, please feel free to do that outside." I said. "By the way , was Betty really that undead magician dude?"

"Yup."

"No wonder she was so ugly." Boomer chuckled.

"Dude your lame."

"What?"

"You liked her." He explain.

"No I didn't, you and I both know I don't like anyone, all the females are ugly these days." Boomer rolled his eyes.

"Rite, bro just get over yourself, if all the girls are ugly, just turn gay?" He suggested.

"No way!"

"Fine then you are forever alone, I guess."

"Hell yea fucken right I am and I'm proud." I said as I tipped my hat slightly, still on the couch with the girls fully awake. Boomer dismissed the conversation by leaving the room. As he did this some odd piece of paper flew right into my lap. I seemed that it came from the window. Who had sent it? I told Butch to get the girls so I could focus on what I was reading without any annoying kids asking me stupid questions.

Dear Rowdy Ruff Boys, 7/28/2010

It seems that my daughters have been transformed into toddlers? Would you be so kind as to turn them back into teenagers, and bring them back to me alive? I would be willing to pay you a fair prize for them, by the way as your reading this I'm probably going to be kn-

-Knock,Knock-

"Boomer open the door!" Brick ordered from the living room.

"I can't right now, I'm busy!"

"Doing what?"

"Stuff."

"Like what?" I rose from the couch to get a look at what his blond brother was doing. I walked into the kitchen only to find it covered in chocolate, bananas, and …something else

"What did you attempt to do?" I face palmed myself.

-Knock knock knock!-

"Someone open the damn door!" Butch said as he threw a dart from his room to the wall in the kitchen.

"Why don't you?" I asked.

"Unlike you guys I have plans for the future."

"Do they involve opening the door? That would be nice dude." I said.

"Fine you know what, I'll open the door." Boomer finally announced. I praised Boomer like a dog.

Boomer walked up to the door, and opened the door. He was greeted by the Professor.

"Um…you are?" Boomer asked. The Professor ignored his poor manners.

"I want my daughters, I'm pretty sure you received my letter earlier today." Boomer looked puzzled.

"Letter…right." He motioned for the Professor to wait for a minute.

"Dude, get the girls, their dad is here." Boomer said in a tone that was a combination of joy, and sadness.

"Wait…what?" I said from the kitchen. He wasn't sure if he was hearing things right.

"You heard me, get the girls, their going home." Boomer said. Butch ran to the door, half naked, and confused.

"You want the girls, who are you. How did you find us?" I bombarded the Professor with multiple questions.

"Well, it wasn't really hard considering you two were on the news quite often." Brick felt stupid. "Also I'm pretty sure you received my letter." I grinned, and then called for Butch to wake the girls; it's a surprise they haven't woken up yet.

"Here they are, take em' somewhere and get the Hell out, I hate kids." I said in a cocky tone as I shoved 3 half asleep six year old girls to their father.

"Then why did you take them in?" The Professor asked. "I thank you for keeping them alive, but why keep them in the first place?"

"Well…because..." I stumbled on my words. "Because Boomer is in 'love' with Bubbles, and killing her sisters would be…well just….Cold hearted…and well…just gets the Hell out man." I said as I rubbed my forehead in frustration.

"Hum, I see, well thank you none the less." The Professor said as he led the girls home…they were walking the opposite direction, getting farther and farther away, but then…

"Bwoomer…" Bubbles said as she stopped mid step. She turned around, and looked at his big blue eyes. She waved goodbye…and her sisters followed. As they waved the boys good bye something strange happened to me. My heart, it hurt for a minute or two. My eyes were swelling up, and well…I think I was about to cry, but I didn't. You know why? Because a guy as epic as myself doesn't show weaknesses, I couldn't say the same for Boomer though. After the girls left he spent his time crying, and weeping. I didn't really understand why though. It's not like he would never see his girlfriend again. They would be back, but this time with the blessings of puberty. I spent the rest of the night drinking. I didn't talk to anyone; I just stood on my balcony drinking beer.

Meanwhile -Power Puff Apartment-

"Are you…our daddy?" Bubbles asked.

"Yes I am." The Professor answered swiftly. "You guys are going back with me, I'll turn you into 18 year old girls once more."

"Wow 18, that weally old." Buttercup added.

"Not really." The Professor answered.

"So..daddy…how you mwake us?" Blossom asked.

"With sugar, spice, and everything nice." He answred.

"Why you making pweople daddy, do everyone make wittle girls like that?" Bubbles asked.

"Ya mwista, that a wittle weird." Buttercup said.

"Well…I mean I wanted to create super heroes to help others." The Professor answred.

"So you make wittle girls?" Blossom inquired.

"Well..yes." He answered awkwardly. It had never crossed his mind how creepy that sounded.

"Why not wittle boys, or big stwong man?" Blossom continued.

"Because, well…let's just go home okay?" he attempted to end the conversation. The rest of the walk to the house was full questions, and statements. When the Professor finally reached his house he took them to the basement, and gave them each colorful juice cups.

"I want the Blue one!" Blossom said.

"No it mwine!" Bubbles pushed Blossom.

"Girls please, no fighting , how about we play a nice little game o-

"Game, let's pway hide and seek!" Blossom suggested as she hopped up and down with excitement.

"Yay yay yay , you have to seek daddy!" Bubbles said, and in a blink of an eye the girls were gone. The Professor sighed with dismay.

"At least they all have the juice cups." He shrugged. "As long as their drinking from them, they'll be fine." So he didn't bother finding them, because soon enough they would come to him.

-Bubbles P.O.V -

I have the bwest hiding place, he never find me under the bed. I kinda thirsty, I think I want some juice. Yummy so yummy. The juice so gwood.

30 minutes later ….

Uh…what? My head hurt. What is wong, what is going on. My body feels like it, it going to explode. My dwess, it bweaking….

"Whoa…What in the world just happened?" I said as I rose from the carpet. How in the world did end up under my bed, and what happened to my clothes? Oh crap in need to change, like now.

-Buttercup P.O.V-

Ok, where am I gonna hide? I have to be smwart. Hum… mwaybe ….behind this twee! This juice is the best, daddy is cweepy, but cool.

30 minutes later….

Aggghh….what….whats wong with me! Daddy…daddy…I hurt….

"Um…what the heck?" I looked around; I was surrounded by trees, in the outdoors….naked! Dear lord, I need to get home right now. I don't know what happened last night but I sure do hope I didn't do something that I'm going to regret later on.

-Blossom P.O.V-

Man..daddy is stupid.I know I said bad wod,but I don care! He gave me pink…I don't want pink. But I thirsty…I gonna drink a little, but that is it.

-30 minutes later-

My bwain….it hurt….Daddy...Daddy….

"Ugh…my head hurts like crazy, what ...Why am I in the kitchen? What happened to my clothes? More importantly what happened to my hair?" I ran upstairs to be met by my other sisters. We were all bare, and shocked. I looked at them, and they looked back at me with the same lost look on their faces. We all mentally agreed to just put on some decent clothing and move on with our lives. As soon as we were all dressed we ran to the Professors lab. Once there he told us everything that he knew. About us being little kids, and robbing a bank with the Ruffs. I was baffled, in the end my sisters and I decided to pay a little visit to the boys, to say thank you.

I knocked on the door and my eyes met light blue eyes. Boomer stood there, awe. He wasn't sure what to say. I moved out of the way so as to let him see his girlfriend. Bubbles ran towards him and gave him a huge hug. It was cute really. Until they started making out, that's when Buttercup and I decided to enter the house and leave those two alone. Buttercup sat on the couch next to Butch, they fist pumped and had their own separate conversation. I asked Butch where Brick was, he told me he was on the porch…drinking. I sighed at my counterparts actions. As I walked on to the porch I was met by blood red eyes. He stared at my light pink eyes. It was…awkward. He walked up to me, and hugged me real tight. I hugged him back.

"Um….'dude'..?" I asked… he chuckled a little and let go of me.

"Did you just say dude?" he asked.

"No…I said chicken butt, yes you idiot I said dude, isn't that in your vocabulary?" I answered back sarcastically. "By the way learn to take a fricken shower you smell like beer, and ….something else?"

"Your funny you know that right?" He told me. I shrugged.

"Thanks for taking care of me."

"I only did it because you let me." He answered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well you could have easily ran away, or killed me, but you didn't."

"And you could have left me to figure out the world on my own, but you didn't." We chilled on the porch for the rest of the night.

Was I the only one that was wondering why this man was making little girls in his basement? I think this is the end friends. I had a lot of fun with this story. Since many of you wanted to know how and why they would turn back into 18 year olds, I think this answered your question.