Hey guys, I saw a couple of reveiws saying that there were some spelling mistakes? Um, I'm pretty sure there's not so many, it's unreadable. We all make mistakes, and i know there is a spelling check, but my computer no like spelling check, it restarts my internet, and my story not saved and bad for me, bad for you, because longer update time. So, please! Imagination!:P

OH! and the situation might actually get better in this chapter, like i said it wouldn't. Now, how's about this new chapter! :D! *cheer*

Disclaimer: I do not own PPG, RRB, or anything eles that might get me sued. :3

Boomer lingered around the backyard of their house. He was eyeing Brick's window every now and then, just expecting him to find out somehow, and rush down here, eyes blazing. He sighed, depressed, again for the 18th time, and ran his hand through his hair. What was he going to do?! He looked down to his phone and checked the time.

2:52 am.

Maybe he could lead his brother's on to thinking nothing's wrong! Yeah, that'll go great! Boomer eyed Brick's room again, then sighed. Again. 'I guess I should try to get some sleep for tommorow' Boomer thought, getting a knot in his stomache about lying to his lie-detector brothers. 'Yeah, right...' He floated around to his room and closed his window.

=Saturday, the next morning.=

Boomer slept in til 1:30 pm. Not just because it was exhausting to wake up at 5:30 am for the two days he was in school, but because he didn't want to come back to reality. He actually woke up at 9:00 but forced himself to go back to sleep. But what woke him was the smell of Brick's infamous eggs! He always got them so fluffy and perfectely seasoned with what seemed like nacho cheese on top. He never told either of his borthers how to make eggs like that.

So Boomer decided to get ready while it was still cooking so Butch didn't eat more than his own share. Boomer yawned as he got downstairs and sat at the kitchen island. Brick turned around and almost jumped, startled. Boomer gave him a questioning look.

"What?" He asked.

"Um, I don't know alot about sleep overs, but aren't you suppose to... you know... sleep over?" Brick asked. Boomer caught his mistake and he could have just ran away.

"Uh, what had happened was... I got all the information I needed about the girls and their weakness! So, I told them I felt sick and didn't want to get them infected. And um, I came home and was going to tell you, but you... you said you needed your sleep, so I waited til now... Does this mean you weren't making eggs for me?" Boomer explained, then tried to change the subject. Brick looked at him suspiciously while making his way to the fridge and pulled out two more eggs.

"Ok... we'll have a meeting about that later." Brick said, craking two more eggs into the bowl of the yellow yolk. He turned around to flip over the cooking eggs in the pan and Boomer sighed, relieved.

Butch came down and spotted his blond brother. "Hey, aren't you suppose to be at the girls' house?" Butch asked. Boomer cringed a little.

"Y-yes, but you know, with Bubbles feeling sick, I had to come home." Boomer tried to retell.

"I thought you said you felt sick? Or at least said you did to come home early." Brick said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at him.

"O-oh yeah! That, I just... slip of the tongue..." Boomer said then bit his tounge.

"Well, why'd you have to come home?" Butch asked. Boomer opened his mouth to answer, but Brick answered instead.

"He has the girls' weakness. Now, he won't have to be in his girl disguise anymore." Brick smirked at him, and Boomer gave him a forced smile with two thumbs up. The truth was for Brick, as much as Brick HATES to admit it, Boomer looked really... cute in the disguise, and now he had no reason to go easy on the boy.

"He's going to tell us all about it later today." Brick continued. Boomer sighed. Could he really do what he was about to do to his brothers? He had to... through out all the times he spent with the girls he figured out: He definatly didn't want to destroy them.

=3:30 pm=

Brick turned off Butch's game.

"What the F-"

"Time for Boomer's findings! I can't wait to push blossom's buttons with how weak I will know she is..." Brick said, rubbing his hands together and gettin a dark look in his eye.

"Eheehee, yeah..." Boomer murmured. They sat on the couch Butch was sitting on to play, and Boomer turned to his brothers. He could swear his brothers could hear his heart beating, and would be able to tell he was lying. It wasn't that difficult.

"Ok. Blossom's weakness. She... Hates being the leader." Boomer started. Brick gave him a disbelieving look.

"Huh?" He questined.

"She doesn't like when people tell her how great a leader she is, or how great she keeps her "team" together, because it's pressure. When people tell her that, she feels like they're telling her "if you mess up, your just some normal teenager whose no leader." She falters. And when people tell her how great she keeps her team together, she feels bad, because at home, they're actually disfunctional." Boomer explained. In the beginnning, Brick's face was skeptical, but as Boomer explained his reason, it looked as though it was starting to make sence.

"Yeah..." Brick says looking off in the distance. Blossom does has alot of pride, and it can be her greatest weakness to try and keep image...

"And Buttercup's weakness, she... doesn't like it when you compliment her puching style." Butch gave him a look like "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"Ok, now I know you're lyi-"

"It's cause she thinks your being soft on her! She's like, 'who would compliment their fighter's punches unless you were they're trainer? And she gets all confused and distracted." Boomer continued. Butch still gave him a look.

"I don't believe you..." Butch said, and Brick rolled his eyes.

"He's the one who spended the two days with them! And a sleepover!" Brick said. "Why would he lie?"

"Yeah, if you don't believe me, try it yourself..." Boomer said, trailing off at the last part. Butch looked between both his brothers; Brick giving him a smug face and Boomer giving him a look that came off as pleading.

"Fine, I will!" Butch exclaimed, and in a flash of green, he was out the window, and the green streak was heading towards Townsville. Brick smiled and followed.

"Wha-" Boomer started to say, then followed his two streaks of brothers. When he got there, Brick was starting a fire to an old building, and Butch was flinging money to the streets that people were too busy running away to pick up out of a broken bank vault."

"What are you guys doing?" Boomer said, looking in horror.

"Simple. When the little prissy pusses come, well duke it out. And see if your little secrete plan works." Butch said, continually tearing bill after bill from the vault. Well, if Boomer's thought out plan DOES work, it should do that and more...

"Can't you just..." Boomer started.

"Stop!"

"Right there!"

"RowdyRuff Boys!"

Uh-oh. the powerpuff girls were here!

I know! Short! Disappointment! Booo! Next chapter? probably just as short. The next, much longer. Fragment Author's note? I DON'T KNOW! Please... try to review? Or don't. No flames this time PLEASE.