The next morning outside the Innlost house, a truck had just dropped off a bed, which Wendy had ordered the previous day.

"You sure you don't want us to carry this in ma'am?" the delivery driver asked.

"No it's okay, I have people inside who can help me" she replied.

As the van drove off, the three Rowdyruffs flew out, just having woken up themselves. "This ours?" Butch pointed to the bed.

"Yes, sorry about you three having to sleep on the sofa again last night, the bed wasn't coming 'til this morning, Now you can-, wait boys!" they had already picked up the bed, unscrewed some parts and flew it in through the door.

And of course, the scientist followed them upstairs. "Let me help you put the bed back together, first?" Upon entering the room, she saw that the boys already had set it up quite nicely. Mattress and everything. "Oh! You had no trouble then?"

"It's only a bed. Just have to screw a few things in" Boomer shrugged. "This is the right room though isn't it?" he asked looking around.

Wendy chuckled "Yes, it is. The other guest room has no windows, and I'm not particularly fond of you three 'zapping' some in. Bubbles told me about when she and her sister's first 'decorated' their room. Speaking of which, I think these walls need a new colour, don't you?"

She had only gone downstairs for a minute, to fetch some large cans of blue paint, only to walk into the room again to find the boys had covered the bed, door, ceiling and windows with newspaper. "Ah, I see you've already covered everything. Now if we just-,"

"Yeah, you uh, might want to move for this Wendy" Butch interrupted taking the cans of paint, before pushing her out the door and closing it.

"Wait Butch, what are you-" she tried to say.

"Okay, where to Brick?" Butch held up one can, as the red ruff examined them.

"Just about, there" he pointed to a spot on the can to which both Butch and Boomer fired their laser vision at them all, causing the cans to explode. Upon hearing this explosion, Wendy instantly reopened the door, wondering what on earth they could be doing.

"Boys are you-" she entered the room to find that the walls had been covered in blue paint completely. The paint hit the walls leaving no mess or bits that were missed or anything.

"Just a matter of holding the cans in the right position, and hitting them in the right place." Brick wiped the paint from his face. "Not sure if reckless or efficient but it got the job done."

"Hm, yes" Wendy remarked, still gazing at the walls in amazement. "Only you three could do something that would scientifically impress, well, a scientist. And like you said Brick, efficient, especially at getting you three covered in paint" she giggled pointing at them. "C'mon, we'll finish in here and run you three a bath."

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After removing the newspaper and painting the part behind the bed they had missed, the ruffs floated outside the bathroom door still covered in blue paint, as they heard the sound of a normal house tap run.

"Okay, there's a bath waiting for you three. You wash yourselves while I'll deal with the delivery of furniture that's just arrived, as well as your new clothes."

"We have new clothes?" inquired Boomer, having never really thought about that before.

"Well when I say 'new', they look exactly the same as the ones you usually wear. Your respective colours with the black stripe and trousers. And they weren't ordered, I have a self-sowing machine down in the lab."

Their new mother then headed back downstairs and the paint covered three looked at the inside of the bathroom, amazed how clean it was. They'd never seen a normal bathroom.

"Y'know, we haven't had a decent wash since the showers in the prison, I mean, I don't count washing our faces in the Founders park pond" Boomer floated into the bathroom.

"Yeah and I still hate newts" remarked Butch. "And I'm not getting in that bath, I always hated it when I had to wash myself."

"Oh my gosh! Wait, Butch! You have to try this!" Boomer was now in the tub, his dirty clothes on the side.

Butch however started to float away "Ha! If you think I'm getting in there, that's-"

"No but Butch, it's warm!"

"What? No way!" the green ruff instantly spun around and retracted his statements, zooming into the bathroom.

When coming back up the stairs, Wendy could hear Boomer and Butch enjoying themselves with the toy submarines, but saw that Brick was still outside the door. "Don't you want your bath yet Brick?"

The Rowdyruff glanced at his brothers with a skeptical look. "I think, I'll have mine later. I don't mind being a member of the blue man group for a bit longer."

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Back in their new 'room', as well as wearing new clothes, which surprisingly didn't feel too weird, the boys examined the furniture they had carried up. A task of which they completed in less than five seconds. They were currently deciding where to put everything, now that the carpet had been laid down.

"What about this desk of drawers? Mojo or the prison never had anything like this" Butch held a large item with his super strength in just one palm.

"Put it there, opposite the bed" Brick instructed.

"What's this thing even used for?" Boomer was examining and smaller set of drawers whilst floating in mid air, occasionally flipping it over like it was some sort of cardboard box.

"It's for storing stuff, what d'ya think you numnuts" Butch said with a strained voice as he was lifting the desk of drawers still, trying to set it down.

"Butch, you've only just found out what these are" Boomer countered.

"Now Butch, be nice to your brother" their mom told him, who was hanging their new clothes up in the wardrobe. Once she finished, she walked over and knelt down to Boomer's level. "Now, where do you think it should go sweetie?"

The ruff looked around. "There?" he pointed.

"A bit close to the desk of drawers isn't it?" Wendy smiled.

Boomer glanced round again. "What 'bout there?"

"Wouldn't that block the door?" she teasingly asked, before standing up and walking in front of the window. "Hm, where could you put it I wonder?"

"Ooh just there, beneath the window" Boomer flew over.

Wendy chuckled. "What a great idea honey" she ruffled his hair.

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The four ate dinner like they usually did when the boys were still just visiting during the tests performed on them. And the boys had to admit, they could get used to this. It was far better than living in a cold drafty warehouse, not knowing whether they would have food in their stomachs tomorrow. Even Butch would have to say it was the best thing that had happened to them.

For Brick, he felt for the first time since they were first created by Mojo, that there was a brighter future for himself and his brothers. All those times when they were criminals back in Townsville, believing that there was no way to survive unless they stole and committed assault. During their sentence in the prison, wondering if they would even finish it alive, and living in that warehouse, having to avoid the public and scavenging the streets for food like some animal.

But to end up here, in a warm suburban house, with a room to call theirs and not a cell. With a meal everyday, and a change of clothes. But best of all, someone who would take care of them. A loving mother who actually wanted to look after them. Could you believe that? Brick certainly didn't. Someone wanting to parent dangerous violent ex-criminals like them? Who wasn't an evil villain themselves, using them as pawns? He still couldn't believe Bubbles was so forgiving of them, let alone Wendy.

The boys helped her wash up, as she explained to them what chores were. "Now you have to remember boys, like all the other normal suburban children out there, they help their parents out by doing chores around the house, washing the dishes for example. Cleaning and dusting, taking out the trash."

"Taking out the trash? Like in a literal sense?" Boomer inquired.

"Wait hold on, I helped clean this house once, but no one told me this adoption thing involved labour" protested Butch. "And other children do this, you say? I don't know much about being, 'a son', but is this what they do in exchange for their parents taking care of them?"

"Not quite Butch, although, some parents reward their children for doing such things, like with, money for example" Wendy enticed.

That caught Butch's ear. "They, pay their kids? Like a salary?"

"You've heard of the concept of a salary but don't know what an allowance is?" Brick remarked.

Butch didn't pay attention to him. "Hmm, I suppose." Butch deep down was just as grateful as Brick or Boomer just to have a decent place to live and eat well, but he needed to save face somehow. "Show me the sink!"

Just at that moment, they heard a knock at the door, as well as a familiar voice. "Um, hello? It's Bubbles. Um, I didn't know if you'd be okay to visit you tonight?"

"Hey it's Bubbs!" Boomer flew over to open the door.

"Bubbles is here? What's the-" Wendy glanced at the clock. 9:00pm. "Goodness, I didn't realise it was that late."

Boomer pulled the Powerpuff over as she greeted them. "Hi boys, hi Mrs Innlost. Sorry for coming unannounced. I couldn't exactly phone you with everyone being around this time. It's just that you said I could still visit, and everyone in my house is asleep, so I flew over here, and, um,"

The scientist thought for a second, before answering finally "I guess you four could play for half an hour. Just, half an hour, then it's off to bed. Children, even super ones, need their sleep. And I wouldn't want your father or sisters waking up to find you aren't there Bubbles."

"No it's okay, I made a 'dummy' Bubbles, which I put in the bed every night. Though, maybe I haven't been getting as much sleep as I ought to" the puff figured.

Brick knew why Wendy wanted them to go to bed early, as he had already deduced what he and his brothers would be attending tomorrow.

"Well Bubbles, if you are not too busy on weekends, or just general afternoons, you could visit, providing you're not needed for a crime or a monster attack in progress in Townsville. We'll be here" the ruff leader proclaimed, and slightly turned his head up to see Wendy, approving of the idea.

"I, could do that" Bubbles put her hand to her chin. "I mean, I don't need to check on you that much now you're in good care" she laughed her normal cute laugh.

"Wanna play tag up in the clouds?" asked Boomer. "Oh uh," he remembered and looked to his parent for permission,

And in turn the parent smiled "Only half an hour, okay?"

"Thanks Wendy! You're it Butch!" the blue boy jabbed his brother in the arm before flying out the door with his counterpart, both laughing.

"Play tag they say, make me it without warning me they do" Butch muttered to himself following them to join said game.

Wendy glanced down to see the 'eldest' brother still here. "Won't you be joining them Brick?"

"Not tonight, you said you needed help with cleaning up dinner, don't you? I'll do this chore for free this time" the ruff answered.

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It was 9:30 now, and the Powerpuff gave her farewells and proceeded on her flight home. And it was agreed that instead of visiting them every night, she would excuse herself from her house and her sisters, whenever they were busy with something and Bubbles herself was free, and fly over to Founders to see her 'new friends'.

The boys, dressed in shirt like pajamas, each in their respective colours, occupied a part of the bed which the blanket had three stripes in red, blue and green, and settled down. Curiously feeling the bed they were sitting in.

Their mother sat on the side of the bed having just gone through the hassle of making Butch and clean his teeth, something she told them they had to do every night and morning.

"What's the matter, you boys are acting like you've never slept in a comfortable bed before" she chuckled. They just looked at her with blank expressions. "Oh, um, well how I think this works is I tuck you in, like this."

The woman pulled the blanket over the boys as they led down and were each surprised at how soft the pillows felt. Bed duvets were far different in feeling to newspaper and cardboard. "Wendy, do we always have to go to bed early?" Boomer asked in a soft but somewhat cute tone.

"On school nights like this, we have to I imagine" Brick answered for her.

"School?" both Boomer and Butch said in usion.

Wendy, not even surprised that Brick figured it out, gave an encouraging smile. "Yes, I was just about to explain to you. Tomorrow will be the first day of elementary school for the three of you. You'll be attending 24th street school, the closest one to here."

"And we're accepted?" Brick asked with a skeptical tone.

"It, did take a great deal of convincing over the phone. Not to mention, the police pulling a few strings" she said that last part under a cough. "But yes, I'll drive you there early tomorrow morning, and before you ask, I have all your supplies prepared. You'll go there to learn, and who knows, meet some new friends maybe?".

Butch huffed. "That'll be a laugh" he muttered. He noticed that not even she had a hopeful face, but put on one anyway for them.

"I'm going in to meet your teacher first. Hopefully they'll be understanding."

"Well they're in for a surprise definately" Butch commented again.

"Now get some rest you three. You don't want a light left on or anything?" the mother put her hand on the bedside light.

"Uh, no we're good" Brick pulled the blanket tighter around him.

"How about a hot drink just to help you fall asleep now or-"

"No thanks Wendy" Boomer yawned, laying down.

"Oh, okay. Well, goodnight then." She paused as to think of what to say. "Sweet dreams." She switched off the light and leaned down to kiss each of them on the forehead. Walking out the room, she looked back one more time to see they were falling into a slumber already. Sinking into the bed's comfort. She sighed and smiled at the sight.

Closing the bedroom door, she ran a hand through her curly orange hair, remembering what her father and mother used to do when she was a little girl at her bedtime. So day one of being a parent. Even though she felt slightly tired, that image of the boys sound asleep tucked up in bed made it all worth it.

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The next morning, with backpacks on their backs, the Rowdyruff boys were seated in the backseat of Wendy's car, all strangely quiet. It was quite early, which they didn't mind since they had such a great sleep last night. But by their stillness and silence, you could sense the nervousness emitting from them.

Though you couldn't blame them, this would be their first major interaction with the public of Founders, that would be on civilised terms. With children their age too. To be honest, they might as well be thrown into a lion enclosure.

Stopping outside a building with a lot of windows and about two floors, with a main door at the front and American flag raised outside, Wendy let the boys out the car and noticed their worried silent expressions. She tried her best to assure them.

"We're a bit early, no one else seems to be here. How about we meet your teacher then, hm?" she reassuringly encouraged them.

Nodding, the boys followed her to the school's reception desk. The woman at the desk put down her papers upon hearing someone walk in, and looked up to greet them. "Hello how can I-, oh!" she saw the boys.

The ruffs and Wendy had expected this reaction. "Hello, these are my sons, here to be enrolled today."

"Um, yes, Innlost isn't it?" the woman kept glancing between the boys and Wendy. "I'll just, get the principal for you" she stood up from her chair.

"Couldn't you just phone him from here?" Wendy inquired.

"No no, it's best if I fetch him" she answered quite quickly.

Watching her hurry away, Boomer asked "Wendy, is she-"

"Oh she's just, surprised to see you is all" Wendy interrupted putting her hand on his shoulder.

This was definitely a foreign setting to the boys. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it would be just like the prison? Though that would be a bit extreme. This place smelt funny and the lighting was depressing. They overheard so many tales from other kids and most of them negative.

The woman came back with a middle aged man in a suit, wearing glasses and put on a professional face. "Mrs Innlost is it?" he gulped quietly upon seeing the Rowdyruffs floating behind her.

"Yes, hello sir, we spoke on the phone. My boys are to be enrolled?" she shook his hand.

"Of, course. Your boys, um,"

"Brick Boomer and Butch" Wendy reminded.

"Yes, those three. If, you'd like to come to my office" His voice was shaking as he led them there, and after the paperwork which he seemed to get through as quickly as possible, he showed them to their classroom.

"Now your teacher for this year will be Mr Scott. I'll just go in and, inform him." The principle could not have stepped into that classroom fast enough. He almost left smoke in his silhouette like in a cartoon.

Whilst waiting, Boomer drank in the setting of this foreign world. "So this is where we'll be, learning? As kids apparently do here."

"Wonder how our teacher will take the news of 'us'." Butch was not keen at all. And it took a good deal this morning for Brick to persuade him to go. That, and Butch really just wanted to make it easier for Wendy. She gave them a comfy bed after all didn't she?

The principal stepped back out. "If you just want to go in" he opened the door for them before heading back to his office.

"Well, c'mon boys" Wendy led them in. "I'm sure your teacher will be fine and, Alfie? Is that you?" she saw who the teacher was. He was a young man in his late twenties who took a few seconds to recognise the woman but eventually did so.

"Wait, Wendy? Wendy Innlost that's you?" he walked over and shook her hand, surprise in his tone of voice. "I haven't seen you since high school back in Townsville."

"Nor you. You've finally become a teacher, just like you always wanted! That's incredible! Why didn't you say you were in Founders?" She then turned to her sons. "Boys this is an old friend of mine from back in Townsville. Alfie Scott, though I suppose you'll be calling him Mr Scott now."

"Well, out of all the kids to have in my class" Mr Scott turned to the boys. "I thought the principal was joking with me when he told me the Rowdyruff boys themselves were attending this school. So Wendy's your mother?" he went to greet them, holding out his hand.

Brick hesitated before shaking his hand. "Adoptive mother yes."

Mr Scott chuckled. "I figured. Do remind me of your names again."

"Brick." "Boomer." "Butch."

"That's it, well Brick Boomer and Butch, well done on the riots the other night" he complimented. "Class starts in half an hour so if you boys want to sit at a table anywhere go ahead. Your mother will be here at 3pm to pick you up."

Slightly taken aback by this teacher's plain acceptance of them, the boys nodded and Brick and Butch floated to a table at the back. Boomer faced the two adults again. "So uh, we just sit here and learn from you?"

"That, and lunch and recess of course. I think you'll quite like it" assured Mr Scott, with a very bright smile.

"And, we'll be alright won't we?" Boomer asked his mother.

"You'll be fine honey. Just be a good boy, listen to Alfi-, I mean, Mr Scott. And he'll show you what to do" she hugged the boy and Mr Scott showed her out.

"Bye now boys, bye" she waved. "They will be alright won't they Alfie?" she whispered.

"They'll be fine Wendy. And I'm sure they'll be good."

"That's not what I'm worried about," she said in a hushed tone, before once again saying goodbye to the boys as the class door closed.

Boomer joined his brothers. "So, what happens first exactly?" questioned Butch.

Mr Scott organized a few things on his desk, glancing up at the three new students across the room. In his years of teaching he'd never once thought that he'd tutoring someone as famous as them. Still, no reason to treat them any differently than his other pupils.

"Well when first class begins, you basically listen to what I say and complete any activities I hand out. And then recess. It's not all boring y'know" he smiled.

The bell rang that morning and kids started to enter the classroom, talking amongst themselves as they walked through the door. However they stopped and some of them gasped when they saw the three super children sat at the back of the class, which caused the three boys to turn their heads down, feeling slightly self conscious.

Mr Scott cleared his throat. "Good morning class. As you can see, we have three new students today."

So the boys have started to hopefully begin, a normal life, though we all know it won't be. They'll be involved in crime fighting soon. I wanted this part of the story to mirror but not copy the Powerpuff girls movie, when they were first created. Like their own version of it in a way. And it might seem that Wendy is already a perfect parent, though as the boys get more involved in fighting crime, it will get more challenging.

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