A/N: (This was an author's note written in 2008.)

Yay! I returned! Oh, and I deleted the notice. I figured it's not important since I've made my reappearance. I could have come back with this chapter sooner, but this was a tough part to write. Okay then, you're free to read my story. Enjoy!

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Mojo Jojo was on his desk working on yet another vile scheme to destroy the Powerpuff Girls. The whole observatory was overtaken by silence with the exception of the sound of a pencil scratching and the growls of a stressed monkey.

Mojo, the evil mastermind, had a hard time getting all his various plots together and kept crumpling up the blueprints he had previously worked on. Again, he scrunched the paper up into a ball and tossed the wad toward the trashcan. But the trashcan had no room left, in fact, other wads of paper were already sticking out from it. So instead of going straight into its destination, it bounced right off and landed next to all the other dispersed garbage around the bin.

"Urghh!"

This time, Mojo tore the blue print in half. Not caring where it headed, he threw the trash over his head and rubbed his temples. He had baggy dark circles hanging below his eyes, and his face looked like a corpse. It was obvious he hadn't slept in days.

The chimp reached for the nearly empty coffee pot on his desk. He poured the liquid into his mug until the last drop of it came out. He took a sip of it, almost spitting it out. It had already long gone cold and was definitely not helping him wake up. Mojo sighed heavily, and chose to drink it all up anyway instead of turning it all into waste.

Unfortunately, while he was practically forcing the liquid down his throat, a sudden crash from the ceiling startled the monkey to make him choke. The poor green chimp started coughing violently, his face red and his eyes teary within seconds. Luckily, after a while, Mojo succeeded in coughing the horrible liquid out. The green chimp inhaled and let out lungful of breaths while he put the mug back down to its original place. Then he realized his nose stung as if on fire and something was trickling down from his nostrils. Mojo scowled when a drop fell on his tongue. It was the bitter taste of caffeine.

"Curses…" he mumbled under his breath.

He was having a horrid day already, and someone just had to make it worse. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails deep into his palms forming two tight fists. Mojo immediately jerked himself around to see who was responsible.

But just as he was about to give off one of his famous tirades, he spotted his three loving boys. An amazing transition flashed by as Mojo forced a smile on his drowsy face.

"Boys!" The monkey's hands, no longer in fists, were held out in front of him in welcoming gesture.

Unlucky for him, none of the RRBs were interested in his efforts of hospitality. The leader ruff and the green boy were busy trading death glares, and for the blue boy... something else had caught his eyes. The moment he saw Mojo's disheveled and—unfortunate state, the blond ruff quickly brought his palms to his mouth trying to suppress his laughter. He twitched noticeably, with his cheeks inflated so that it looked like two balloons were attached to his face. Yet he couldn't possibly hold back all his giggles from slipping out.

So with his face last seen entirely red and goofy, the blond boy released his cackles while wrapping his arms around his belly.

"You've got coffee coming out from your nose! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He tilted forward, almost falling to the floor. His brothers remained silent and only stared at Boomer irritably. Then as they glared at each other once again, both of them turned away making no eye contact with each other.

Mojo was absolutely baffled. It was not like he expected a cheerful reaction, but this was just absurd.

Boomer went on laughing. Only it was more of a hiccup now. Apparently it was either he hadn't acknowledged the fact that he was the only one laughing or he just didn't care. Mojo frowned and wiped his nose clean with a tissue. He then waited patiently for Boomer to stop, but it turned out that there was no need for him to do that; because the leader ruff who had been aggravated by his brother's incessant laughter finally slapped his blond brother across the face.

"SHUT UP! Will ya?!" Brick hollered.

Boomer's cackle stopped instantly. With that, the blue ruff rubbed the place where the impact was and gave Brick a dirty look. Butch just rolled his eyes.

Although it was what he wanted, the green chimp became uneasy when quiet took its place again. He spent a moment playing with his fingers while searching for a way to escape the awkwardness.

Just then, an idea popped in his head and his expression changed into an evil grin.

"It's glad to have you here, my boys." He announced, after clearing his throat. "Now that we've gathered together, how about we plan a plot to eliminate those accursed Powerpuffs? I've been organizing some details, and I need some assistance in the process of combining them all together."

Mojo was thrilled while he said this, already expecting a unanimous 'yes'. Unlike his enthusiasm though, the leader of the RRBs shook his head vigorously.

"Not gonna happen, I'm done with those stupid lame girls!"

In order to show them he was done talking, Brick shuffled over to Mojo's TV and turned it on. He then plopped on to Mojo's sofa, slouching entirely. The two ruffs and the chimpanzee with an oversized-brain blinked in bewilderment. It was hard for them to accept the unseemliness of Brick. So there they stood, gazing blankly at the back of Brick's head protruding slightly from the sofa.

Shaking his own, Butch was the first to recover.

"What do you mean you're done with them?! We still have to teach those sissies a lesson!"

"Yeah, what he said! And we didn't show them who's more stupider yet!" Boomer added. Butch eyed Boomer at this.

"Well, if they're such sissies, why do we have to deal with them?" The red ruff retorted, not even facing them.

The two ruffs couldn't believe what they were hearing. Brick, master of all pranks and mischief, the one who was always in for kicking Powerpuff butt was refusing to do so!

"We deal them cuz that's our job! Duh! Man, you're even dumber than Boomer!"

"Yea-HEY!"

Boomer snarled at Butch but the green ruff paid no attention. The raven haired RRB's mind was only focused on his leader. He was waiting for a ground shaking rant from him… Nothing came. His face twisted in confusion. Was he actually okay with what he said?

Brick, actually, was boiling at Butch's comment, but he thought it best to keep quiet. Pretty soon they would be demanding an explanation for his abnormal behavior, and the truth was… he didn't exactly know how to tell them. Why he was acting like this he could easily answer. He knew for sure he was angry at the girls. But the problem was, that brought him to a whole new question: why was he angry at them?

"Just what the heck is wrong with you?!"

"Have you totally lost your mind?!"

As Brick predicted, the two ruffs started prying for an answer. The long haired boy only focused more to the TV screen and ignored his brothers' gibbering in the background.

In the mean time, what the boys were oblivious about was the current state of their father. The sinister villain should have been the first to berate on his defiant son, but drowsiness was getting the better of him. His eyelids insistently dropped down and he was drooling from the edge of his mouth. A nasty scowl was planted on his face as he stood motionless like a zombie. How he just longed to collapse down to the floor and doze off, but the RRBs' rattling made that impossible. Whenever he attempted to get a short rest by closing his eyes shut, a loud clamor would bring him back from his little paradise—It was pure torture, his mental state touchier than ever. But since it was his boys, he was enduring it. The only thing he did was throw daggers at them through his barely open eyes, waiting till they would eventually leave.

Back to Butch and Boomer, Butch looked as if he was about to blow every gasket from his head. Boomer didn't look too different, only not as much as Butch. They used every insult they could think of in their word bank, but Brick wouldn't budge. At last, fed up being ignored, the blue and green-clad boy darted towards the TV and blocked the screen. Brick moved his head in various directions to get a glimpse of the screen again.

"Get out of the way! I can't see!"

Right after gaining his attention, Butch advanced closer to him. His knuckles were stuck to his sides as he shot a fierce look at him.

"I know what your problem is. You're scared of those girls aren't ya?"

"What?! No I'm not!"

"Yes you are! That's why you forced me to run away from them at the park!"

"Like total girlys!" Boomer emphasized.

"You keep out of this! You did the same as he did!" Butch hissed at his blond brother. The blue ruff replied with a 'hmmph' and puffed out his cheeks.

"I DID NOT RUN AWAY FROM THEM! NOW MOVE IT!"

The redhead hurled the remote control at his green brother. Butch looked away from Boomer just in time to dodge it. The device flew right past the green boy, missing its attempted target and colliding with the TV screen behind. Everyone gasped as it did, because instead of merely bouncing off of it, the remote went half way breaking through. Now there was an aperture in the center of the TV with large cracks spreading out from it. Some complicated electric wires were poking out along with an irritating buzzing sound from the disabled television.

"Whoah." Boomer remarked.

For a moment, no one could say a word. Then the red and green ruff broke out into offenses.

"Ya see what you did?!" Brick blamed Butch.

"ME?! How can this be my fault! You're the one who threw the dang thing!"

"You're the one who made me!"

"Not if you stop chickening out!"

"ENOUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A voice interrupted.

All three ruffs turned their heads to the owner of the ear piercing shriek. The green chimp was huffing frantically with his fur all tangled. His paws were squeezing the top of his braincap in frustration, while his anger-reddened eyes made the boys recoil in horror. The stressed wreck approached closer to the three. Boomer even gulped.

"I had it with you three bickering in my homely residence!" He started off. "You burst in all of a sudden, thus damaging the ceiling and incapacitating me from my work! Then you refuse to cooperate to my brilliant plan, while disabling my television! But worst of all, your constant babbling is keeping me awake from my sleep! What is the point of your visit anyway?! GET OUT! GET OUT I TELL YOU! OUT!"

Mojo indicated the hole in the ceiling the RRBs made as he threw each ruff a threatening glare. The boys however, didn't look intimidated anymore. More like confused.

"You don't know why we're here?" Brick asked.

"OF COURSE NOT!" Mojo growled.

Brick's frown reappeared.

"It's your turn to take care of us bonehead!" He yelled.

"What are you talking about?!"

"A month ago, you and HIM agreed to take turns being our dad! Remember? Right after you two had a stupid fight over who was the evil-er father!" (A/N: See 'custody battle'.)

Mojo blinked wordlessly. A quick flashback passed before him. Brick was right. He and HIM did have a deal that very day. After realizing their battle was a tie, they had reached truce and agreed to trade turns as a father every first day of the month. Once it becomes their turn, it would become their right and responsibility to take care of the boys and the other wasn't allowed to interfere in anyway what so ever—They even signed a contract for it. Then HIM declared him to be the first to do so, insisting that he wanted to spend his 'last moments' with his boys. Mojo couldn't object after he lost at a game of rock-scissors-papers. Why on earth did he choose paper?

Back to reality, Mojo glanced at his calendar. Now, a month had already passed, and it reached to his time to be their father. He slapped his forehead. He had completely forgotten!

"I suppose I made a mistake." Mojo fake coughed trying to hide his embarrassment. "Make yourselves comfortable and please keep it down so I can snooze."

Mojo turned around and headed for his bedroom. He grumbled about not going to have his beauty sleep when a red figure blocked his way. Mojo looked up and saw a not too pleased Brick floating in the air.

"That's it? You forgot about your turn to take care of us, and you're just gonna walk off?"

"Yes, and it would be easier of a process if you comply in getting out of the way." Mojo replied in an annoyed tone. He tried to pass by Brick, but the redhead wouldn't let him.

"What is it that you want from me?!" Mojo glared at his son.

"I want you to apologize, that's what!"

"This is ludicrous! I'm sorry I didn't remember! Now can I please have my route to my bedroom back?!"

Brick gritted his teeth at the monkey's insincere apology and grasped him by the throat whisking his feet off to mid-air.

"You don't care about us do you?! You act like you're our father and all, but it's all a fake, isn't it?!"

"Let me down! How dare you…"

Mojo stopped in mid sentence as his eyes met Brick's. There was something about his eyes that made the monkey shudder. It wasn't the eyes of the playful son he knew. It was filled with fury and hatred, and for the first time in his life, he was actually scared of his red son.

"I.. I'm sorry…I was so caught up in my work that I…I…"

Brick didn't allow him to finish.

"YOU AND YOUR STUPID WORK! You're always thinking of another stupid plan to get rid of those girls and that's all you care about! I bet you think of us just as same as the other plans you got under your sleeve! We're not sons to you at all! We're just another crappy plan you had in mind, and nothing more! Come to think of it, you didn't even think about bringing us back to life did ya?!"

"Of course I did! It's just that… I knew for sure you would be killed again if I revive you, so I saw no point in…"

"You see?! We're nothing but another one of those stupid plots you got! You didn't bring us back because you only cared about failing in defeating them again!"

"That's not true! I…"

"SHUT UP!"

The next minute, with mighty force Mojo was shoved down to the ground with a loud 'thud'. The monkey groaned and panted as he was released from Brick's suffocating grip. He had barely been able to speak when he was held up in the air. The green and blue bystanders looked at their leader unbelievably.

"Dude, chill! He's just a stupid monkey!" Boomer told him.

"Yeah? Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm not going to follow his lame orders anymore! I'm outta this stinkin' place! You guys with me?"

Brick looked down at them, still away from the floor. Butch, without reconsidering, shook his head and stood beside Mojo.

"I'm staying with monkey here, you've become such a wuss!"

"And you?" Brick now faced his indifferent blond brother. The blue boy looked over at both sides, unsure where to head.

"Come on, Boomer! He's a jerk without his pranks. He's just gonna boss you around!"

That made Boomer glare at Brick, remembering all the things the redheaded leader had done to him. Then he scurried next to where Butch was, without even looking back.

"Fine! Who needs you idiots anyway?"

Brick rocketed out the observatory. Again, the voices he heard from the mob at the park started whirling and echoing around his head. But he shook it all off. The red leader boy wasn't going to let any of that stuff take over his thoughts or let it get in his way. So what if all the words those stupid people said were true? He didn't care. Just like they all yelled unanimously, no one cared about him and wanted him around, but that didn't bother him. Of course it didn't. Who needs anyone else when you can just have yourself?

Above the city's skyline, maybe for the first time ever, only a single red line was seen with no other multiple colors following behind. The azure sky somewhat looked like an incomplete painting, with only the red crayon trail disappearing in short notice.