Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the PPGs or the RRBs... though I wish I did. They belong to the genius mind of Craig McCracken.
Chapter 1: A Little Bit Under The Weather
Blossom's POV
"I'm so unbelievably, annoyingly, exaggeratedly, aggravatingly bored!" Buttercup whined as she watched the weather forecast. A flash flood warning was in effect for most of the Townsville metropolitan area, on account of the heavy rain and downpours that were plentiful and fast approaching. Bubbles was off in her own little world, lying on the floor with her headphones on, listening to her Cheap Trick playlist, humming to the tune of "Surrender." Dark storm clouds were already forming outside, and it wouldn't be long before we'd be forced to stay indoors for who knows how long.
Meanwhile, in downtown Townsville...
Butch's POV
"I hear a storm-a-brewin'," Boomer was walking back and forth in our bedroom. "We've spent so much time outside that we can't find anything to do inside!"
"Eh, we'll think of something," Brick assured. "I know! We could do more song rehearsals for our future band!"
"I'm tired of drumming for three solid hours! Can't you think of anything better?" Boomer whined back.
So Brick and Boomer descended into another one of their pointless arguments, and so I naturally zoned out and allowed my eyes to wander around our room. There was something bundled up on the floor, lying next to Boomer's bed. After I had walked over and unfurled it, it turned out to be Bubbles' school jacket. She must have accidentally left it behind in a hurry after one of her after-school study sessions with Brick (yes, they actually study together).
The storm was gonna arrive at any moment, and I didn't want poor Bubbles to worry about where her jacket was, so I zoomed out the window towards the Utonium household, while my brothers continued jigger-jaggering. I hoped to myself that this would be just a quick little trip and that I would be back before anyone would even notice that I was gone.