The weekend proceeded, and the boys had decided to continue this crime fighting crusade after all.
His own brothers being beaten to near death by criminals. Innocent people who had family in the hostage situation at the mall. The police officers who had their own families, and the latest victim of Briggs, who had children of his own. Brick was in now full commitment and knowledge that he was going to carry on this fight.
Even Butch, who didn't want but had to admit that it was slightly fun. It reminded him of the days when they used to go out and fight thugs, except this time it was for a better cause.
On the Saturday, chief Mccoy was in the holding cells room in the FDPD building, privately talking with the officers who brought in hitman Joe Briggs after finding him left on the steps last night.
"The note left on him was right sir, we found a hair on the victim which belonged to Briggs. Plus evidence of particles from a barge ship, that we can confirm that he was on" the officer explained to the chief.
"Who could've possibly apprehended Briggs and found that evidence? They would've had to sneak into the morgue to do that" questioned Mccoy, and the officer directed his attention to a nearby television.
"Well sir, here's the footage from the CCTV cameras outside."
Mccoy stared at the set, and it revealed three streaks of red blue and green lights, flying to the front steps of the building, leaving Briggs and the note there. His eyebrows raised slightly, as the three lights for a brief second turned into three little boys, and straight back to three lights again zooming off. His 'grandsons'. They had caught Briggs.
"What should we tell the media sir?" asked the officer.
"Nothing. At least not yet. I have to pay my daughter a visit first" answered the chief.
Either way, the mayor, who had told them to stand down on the Briggs case, was not going to like this. Although, what could she say? It was the Rowdyruff boys, not the police, who caught Briggs after all.
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Wendy stood in her kitchen with her back leaning against the wall, twiddling the phone cord with her fingers nervously as the phone dialed. She hadn't spoken to John Utonium in three years, and what she was about to tell him didn't exactly calm her nerves.
Bubbles was kind enough to give her the Utonium house number. However the Powerpuff was one of the things she was worried about the most. Bubbles had not yet told the Professor about her secret meetings with Wendy and the boys.
She felt slightly guilty about not letting him know. But if he found out that she was letting his own daughter, travel from city to city, without telling him, oh he would be so cross with her. Her and Bubbles. What a way to reconnect with an old friend. 'Nice to talk to you again, oh by the way, I've been letting your daughter visit us in the middle of the night without your knowledge'.
Someone then answered. "Hello."
It was the Professor. She recognised his voice, even after three years. Her words got stuck in her throat for a second before she managed to say "H-hello, is that John Utonium?"
"Yes who's speaking?"
"Hi John, i-it's Wendy, Wendy Innlost, do you remember me?"
"Wendy? Is that really you?"
"Hey John, it's been a while."
"Why I haven't seen you in years!"
"Technically you still haven't" Wendy chuckled.
"Right! I haven't seen you since Mark's-, oh, um, how are you by the way. How are you doing?" the Professor asked in a concerned tone.
"I'm, coping. Thanks for asking" she responded.
"How on earth did you get my number?" the Professor's tone was now more uplifting.
"Oh, um, online phonebook? But anyway John, the reason I called you, after all this time, was actually about three certain chemical X users, and no, I don't mean your girls. I'm sure you've heard by now about the uh, the Rowdyruff boys living in Founders city."
"That's right, I did hear. On the news and everything. What is it? Are they causing trouble like they did in that riot? Do you need my girls to intervene? I know how bad the crime rate is in that city."
"No no, it's nothing like that John, honestly. In fact, it's quite the opposite. You see, I'm sure you heard that the boys have been adopted by someone whom they haven't named."
"Right?"
"Well," she took a breath. "That person, happens to be me. I've adopted them." Wendy then spent the next couple of minutes explaining to her old friend about the boys' situation and how they aren't the criminals they once were. How they were homeless. How terrible their experience living in the prison was. How they swore off crime completely, and how she found them. Even what the boys did the previous night, solving a murder case.
Professor Utonium became more sympathetic as she told their story. How she described life on the inside which she swore were the boys words, not hers. This sounded all too realistic for a sob story the boys might've just made up.
"And you're certain they're not dangerous?" he asked cautiously.
"They've been living with me for a while now, and even before that they were hesitant about being associated with me because of their reputation, and didn't want my name slandered. But now, especially after last night, I think this town's going to look at them very differently."
"And you want me to explain to my girls how they needn't worry about them?"
"Actually John, I think," she paused between words. "It would be much better if they heard it from myself. Would it be okay to explain it to them now, if they're around?"
The Professor put his hand on his chin in thought for a second. "I think it would be more effective if you explained it to them in person. Tell you what Wendy, how about I invite you to dinner with the girls and myself so you can fully explain it to them. It'll be more believable for them once they meet and get to know you, of course, if that's okay with you?"
"That sounds wonderful John" she accepted, and the Professor gave her his address, agreeing on next Wednesday night. The two scientists then caught up on recent years and what they've been doing recently, how they were.
Eventually they said goodbye to each other and hung up. Wendy sighed from relief. That was the easy part however. The hard part was actually explaining to Blossom and Buttercup about the boys. Well if Bubbles' indication of them is indeed true, then they, specifically Blossom, should be reasonable enough and understand.
John Utonium put the phone down, his thoughts still going through his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if his old friend, as kind as she was, was just trying to fill some void after Mark died. He remembered how distraught and upset she was at the funeral, definitely not the Wendy she usually was. But this conversation just now had without a doubt confirmed to him that she seemed much livelier, and when she spoke of the boys, she sounded so happy. Maybe the boys were changing.
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That saturday night, all three ruffs were down in the lab again, fitting on their armour lined outfits, preparing to go out for the second night. "So what is it this night?" wondered the blue Rowdyruff. "Robberies? Break-ins? Oh wait that's kinda the same thing isn't it?" he figured putting a stub to his chin.
"We're going on patrol. Scanning the city for any crime in progress or that has just taken place" the ruff leader remarked, fitting his arms into his sleeves.
"Knowing this town, we're going to have a busy night" Butch added his own comment, contrasting his brother's stoicism.
"Now remember boys, if you get into any tight spots, zoom out of there immediately, I'll be in touch with you for most of the night" their mother advised them. "Your shirts should be enough to protect you should by any chance an adversary has duranium bullets with them. Especially your black stripes, that's where the armour's the strongest" explained Wendy straightening out Boomer's shirt.
"Thanks mom, we'll stay in touch." Brick turned to his brothers in an all serious tone "Alright boys, time to properly christen this crime fighting career." They zipped out the window in tri formation, with Brick in the lead.
"Be careful-" Wendy tried to say but even with their super hearing, she doubted they heard her.
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The night air was surprisingly warm and the lights of the city began to emit as it became darker. Orangey yellow like always. That was the beauty of the city though as Butch noted. From a distance or at first view, it seemed like the place you'd like to visit for a weekend vacation. With all those brightly lit streets and all the cafes and shops and restaurants lined along. The city square slap bang in the middle of the city centre. The talk show studios and news stations high up in skyscrapers.
But if you go to the right areas. To the different sides of the town, it was far from any of that. Streets where you can be offered anything in pill caps, or take a wrong turn and lose your wallet. Maybe even your life if it went horribly wrong.
The boys kept a high altitude, flying mainly over the more run down areas of Founders, like where their old warehouse home was.
"If we're going to kick the behinds of some criminal scum maybe we should try the back alleys?" Butch suggested flying with his hands behind his head and his back facing the ground as if he were laying down.
"That's what we've been doing. I'm heading us back to the more cosmopolitan areas, see if anything's going on there" Brick informed turning them back.
Meanwhile, Boomer tilted his head in a certain direction. He swore he could hear something in the distance, some sort of sound. "Do you guys hear that?"
"What is it Boomer?" asked Brick.
"Use your super hearing."
There were a few seconds of just silence and listening, until the other two ruffs heard the same noise. "That sounds likeā¦"
"A bank job. It's a bank alarm" Brick interrupted his blue brother.
"Of course, we would know" smirked Butch.
"And judging by the distance and direction of the noise, it's the St Stephan's district" the red ruff deduced as he zoomed in that very direction, his brothers tailing behind.
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"That's better Frank, I'm surprised the whole street doesn't hear us" one thug in a ski mask muttered as his accomplice cut the alarm wire.
There were five thugs in total, all armed, faces covered. "What 'bout the cameras?" asked the thug who cut the alarm.
"We're in masks genius, it won't matter. Besides, jobs like this have been done before, but they never do anything about it. All they do is brace themselves for the next bank job" one thug began smashing the drawers behind the desks with his gun. The others started to work on drilling into one of the vaults.
They were about half way into drilling, when all of a sudden their accomplice let out a yell and was thrown from across the room and hit the vault door right above them, falling to the floor.
"What the- whoa!" the startled thugs turned to face three short floating silhouettes in the dark. Red blue and green irises illuminating.
"What the hell are you?"
"Shoot 'em!"
Only a few bullets managed to bounce off the figures before three beams of laser vision blasted the firearms out of thugs' grasp. And in a swift dash of red blue and green, it all blacked out for those three criminals.
Only one thug remained, who was scared and still clutched his firearm. In desperation, he fired up at the ceiling where a chandelier hung. He got a lucky shot and the whole structure came crashing down onto these mysterious creatures. This hardly affected them, but it gave him time to escape. Busting a window open, he stumbled to the getaway car, desperately trying to start it.
"C'mon c'mon why aren't you working?" The windscreen suddenly smashed into bits and he was yanked out, where he got a better view of his stalkers. Three little funny looking boys. Three little funny looking boys who punched him unconscious.
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"I see why you told us to sabotage their car, nice strategy Brick" Boomer brushed some gun residue off his shirt.
"I think we should always do that first thing in heists like this." Brick got on his comm. "Mom, text your father about picking up the unconscious robbers here. After catching Joe Briggs last night he probably knows it was us by now."
"On it, well done boys. He's bound to want an explanation at some point though."
"He'll get one. But for now we're continuing our patrol."
For pretty much most of the night, the boys circled round the city several times, listening out for anything in progress or that just occured.
It was definitely not uneventful. Being Founders city, the night provided a buffet of crime. The boys in total that night, apprehended six muggers, stopped two attempted kidnappings, prevented five murder attempts, mostly street crime murders, and broke up three gang fights.
They used tape recordings from a small microphone in their belt, which Wendy designed for them, to record what the criminals were saying and use as evidence.
Butch in particular shone during the times they engaged with street thugs. As they were simply too many thugs to knock out all at once, fighting them hand to hand was required. Remembering everything he learnt and practiced about martial arts from their time in the prison, the green Rowdyruff guided his brothers through the fights and to remarkable victories, every time.
The holding cells on the FDPD building were flooded that night with unconscious thugs. All injured. The officers were both surprised and grateful at the same time. These were the most criminals that had been arrested in one night.
Sunday night was similar, except this time a lot of detective work was involved. Brick utilised the device in his hat to track down stolen money, drug dealers, missing persons, and even the culprits to recent murders.
Wendy was conflicted about letting the boys stay out too late, since it was a school night this time. But the number of crimes they solved, stopped, and prevented, prompted her to allow them to stay out for a couple more hours. All the good they were doing. She couldn't stop it for a reason like that.
A few police officers witnessed the boys whilst tackling a crime themselves. Whether it was a shooting or a standoff in a liquor store, they saw the three disarm the thugs, save the hostages and bring out the unconscious criminals.
The cops themselves were split on what they had seen. Many were grateful. Some felt a bit showed up. Mainly because they've been dealing with things like this for years, then the boys come along and within a weekend they've broken a record.
Either way, Founders city was going to change.
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It was Monday afternoon, and in the city of Townsville a massive robbery had just taken place in the city's first national bank. There was police tape and squad cars surrounding the entire area, with the officers talking and questioning the managers of the firm.
Inside there was a considerable amount of damage, especially to the doors to the vaults, which were thrown across the room and were currently wedged into the walls. The alarm wires were cut also as well as the security cameras being smashed.
The robbery took place during the night, hence why no one else was in the building at the time of the incident, and when the Powerpuff girls were asleep.
Blossom herself was in the mayor's office that afternoon discussing the crime with the mayor, Ms Bellum, and Townsville's chief of police.
"Mayor I'm so sorry my sisters and I were not able to stop this robbery."
"Oh that's alright Blossom."
The heroine raised an eyebrow "Is it?"
"Well, no. Millions of dollars stolen" the short mustached man sighed. "And the police are theorizing that it happened all in the span of one hour! How do you steal all those notes in that amount of time!" the Mayor expressed. "Oh chief please tell me you have some leads?"
The Townsville police chief didn't look the mayor in the eye. "Unfortunately nothing yet Mr Mayor. We started this investigation this morning, and several hours on the forensics still can't make heads or tails of it." He pulled his police hat downwards.
"What about the security footage chief?" asked Ms Bellum.
"One blessing is that not all of the footage was damaged, and can be restored, though it'll take some time" he answered.
"And as soon as you do, let us know who committed that robbery straight away. And we'll let Blossom and her heroic sisters know!" the Mayor jabbed his arm into the air.
"Well thank you chief. Good luck in your investigation. Let us know if you find anything" Ms Bellum showed the police chief out after he said his goodbyes to them.
The Mayor jumped down from his seat and too headed to the door. "Phew, I think I need to take my medication after all this."
"Of course Mr Mayor, you'd better have a lie down too" suggested Ms Bellum holding the door open for him.
"Yes of course yes, lie down." The Mayor scurried out and Ms Bellum closed the door behind him.
"Do you think we'll catch the crooks who did this Ms Bellum?" asked the Powerpuff, uncertainty in her voice.
"I know you will Blossom, it'll just take a little longer than usual. Speaking of which, the Mayor was right, it is a little strange how someone could steal that amount of money in that little time."
"It couldn't have been common crooks, or villains like Fuzzy Lumpkins or the gang green gang, obviously. Princess doesn't need all that money, Sedusa couldn't have worked that fast, and this isn't HIM's usual MO. And if it was Mojo he would've used some sort of gigantic robot or something, which would've left a bigger hole in the bank's wall" the pink puff theorized.
Ms Bellum walked over to the desk. "It's almost like they had super speed. Who do we know that has super speed as fast as you girls?"
Blossom glanced up at the secretary. "You don't think- wait, Ms Bellum, did you arrange that phone call with the Founders chief of police like I asked-"
"Already dialing Blossom" the woman handed her the phone. The Powerpuff leader had requested Ms Bellum to arrange a phone call with Chief Mccoy of Founders city, to get more information about the situation with the Rowdyruff boys living over there.
"Hello, chief Mccoy's office" a man, the chief, answered.
"Hello, chief Mccoy of Founders city?"
"Yes who's calling?"
"Hi this is Blossom Utonium from the Powerpuff girls in Townsville, I'm calling from Townsville's Mayor's office."
"Ah yes, they said you'd call, so, what can I do for you Miss Utonium?"
"Well, I was actually concerned about three certain supervillains who we now know are living in your city that you protect."
"Supervillains?"
"Yes, the Rowdyruff boys. I heard about them being involved in that riot you had the other night, and as their old adversary, as well as them originating from my city, I feel responsible. If you say the word, my sisters and I will gladly fly over and take care of that problem if they start to cause trouble again."
There was a short pause until Chief Mccoy started chuckling on the other end. "Miss Utonium, I think you've been watching too many news reports. Yes Founders city is filled to the brim with crime, but I can say for certain that those boys are not a part of that problem. I'm sure you've heard they've been adopted by, someone. And I've visited them myself. They are perfect normal little boys now."
Mccoy leaned back in his chair. "In fact as of recently, they've been quite the opposite of villains. For the past three nights they've gone out and apprehended dozens of criminals, stopping crimes in progress, and solving cases which had even us baffled."
"They-, they what?" Blossom's voice became quieter and had a confused expression on her face.
"In fact quite recently they stopped an attempted bank robbery by five armed thugs. Amazing isn't it? You don't have to worry about them Miss Utonium. They could be the best thing that ever happened to this city, but thanks for your concern."
Mccoy hung up, and Blossom just floated there for a few seconds before putting the phone down.
"What is it Blossom?" asked Ms Bellum, observing the girl's confused state.
The puff leader explained everything the chief had said, leaving even the secretary herself wondering.
"Hm, well that is odd, and from the Founders police chief too. He's a good man. The father of an old school friend. Well until our chief gets that CCTV footage restored, we'll just have to wait and see."
"Yeah, of course" the pink puff put a hand to her chin unsure.
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"He said what!" Buttercup exclaimed flying alongside her sisters on the way home.
"Well you heard it from the chief himself" Bubbles reminded, playing along.
"It's just so strange. Why would the those stupid, aggravating Rowdyruff boys fight criminals instead of taking advantage of that crime cesspool?" the leader pondered. "No doubt they're doing it for themselves, or perhaps trying to deceive that town."
Bubbles resisted the urge to object, wanting to keep her secret. But she knew that Blossom was wrong, and what the boys went through. They were actually becoming more selfless by the day.
The siblings arrived home and floated into the livingroom, where the Professor saw them. "Oh girls you're here."
"Hi Professor!"
"Hello Bubbles, I'm glad you three are back, as you're probably wondering why I've ironed your special dresses today."
The girls remembered those. They wore them when the Professor held a house party once, and Bubbles lost Octi, accusing everyone of stealing him. Though in the end it was just the Professor sowing him back together.
"Well this Wednesday night, I've invited a special guest round for dinner. An old friend actually."
"An old friend? Who?" wondered Blossom.
Bubbles then tweaked it, remembering that Mrs Innlost was going to call him. "Ooh ooh, is it that Wendy friend you told us about?"
"Why yes, that, was quite a good guess Bubbles."
The blue Powerpuff kinda regretted saying that, figuring her sisters might get suspicious. "Well, she's the only other friend you've mentioned whom we haven't met yet" the blonde quickly thought of a lie.
"Is she the one living in Founders city?" asked Blossom.
"Indeed." The Professor then proceeded to tell the girls everything about his old high school friends. About Wendy's late husband, whom the Professor described as 'a genius who could put himself to shame'.
How Mark was the creator of chemical X, and how he died creating it. The girls looked very sympathetic at this part. Although Bubbles already knew a few things about the scientist woman, she didn't know that part.
"And the reason she's coming over girls, is to give some news to you three, which she'll tell at dinner on the night." The Professor then left and headed to another room, leaving Blossom and Buttercup to ponder.
"That's a very sad story" Bubbles looked to the floor. She was playing along for most of it, up until that part, where she hung onto every word from the Professor.
"Yeah. But news though? What news?" Buttercup wondered.
"I bet it's something to do with a science project, or something like that. The co-creator of chemical X coming here! How exciting!" expressed Blossom.
Bubbles couldn't help but enjoy watching her sisters try to figure it out. But there was a lingering worry in the pit of her stomach. She knew what her sister's reaction would be when Wendy told them. They would be greatly surprised, but coming from Wendy herself, they might just accept it.
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Wendy pulled up outside the Utonium house after the partially long drive to Townsville. She asked her father, chief Mccoy, to stay at her house that evening to look after the boys, and luckily, this was one of the few nights in a while he managed to leave work early. He didn't seem to mind looking after them though, just as long as the media didn't find out, as they'd probably defame him.
Locking her car and staring up at the large white house with the three circular windows, she could not help but feel pangs of nervousness go through her. Walking up to the door and ringing the bell, she planned in her head of how she was going to explain it to the girls.
Then the door opened, and a tall black haired man in a suit greeted her, a big smile on his face. "Wendy! It's been a long time!"
He almost shook her hand off and she couldn't help chuckle and smile back. "Hello John, it's been a long time since I saw you in person." She stepped inside and took off her coat covering her red dress. "I figured the house with the big circular windows was yours" she joked. He hadn't changed a bit.
"Oh yes, not too long a drive was it?" asked the Professor hanging up her coat.
"No it was fine."
"Girls, Wendy's here!" The Professor called out, before turning back to his friend. "So how are the boys then?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"Oh they're fine, my father's with them. He's just as keen on getting to know them as they are him" she replied in the hushed voice.
"Well I'll try to ease it into conversation for you to explain it."
"Thanks John, oh um, your girls" she motioned her head to where the girls were floating behind the Professor.
"Oh, girls, there you are. This is my friend whom I've told you about, from Founders."
The girls, who were in their special dresses, all curtseyed to her. Even Buttercup. Begrudgingly of course.
"Wendy these are my girls, they're-"
"Oh you don't need to introduce them John, everyone knows the Powerpuff girls." She walked over to them and offered her hand.
"You must be Blossom, Buttercup," she shook the two girls stubbed hands. "And of course, Bubbles."
"Hello, Mrs Innlost" the blonde puff gave her a small sly wink which Wendy returned.
"It's finally great to meet you Mrs Innlost. The Professor's told us all about you. Is it true that you are the co-creator of chemical X?" Blossom made conversation with their guest.
"Oh I can't take credit for that. It was mostly my late husband's work. I don't know if your father's told you about-"
"He did. Mr Innlost sounded like a great man, and a genius. The reason my sisters and I are here."
"Well some of that credit of creating you has to go to the Professor too" Wendy reminded half jokingly. So far her interactions with the girls were going well. They were very polite and mannerly. John obviously did a good job. She hoped she could do just as good with her boys.
"Dinner's all ready if you'd like to come into the dining room" the Professor showed them in where they all sat round the oblong table. The Professor sat at the head, with the girls and Wendy sat opposite each other.
For most of the evening, the dinner went quite well. It was some salad with a small steak, nothing too fancy. Both Wendy and Bubbles spoke to each other as if they didn't already know one another, keeping up the act. Wendy had to admit, the blue Powerpuff was very good at this.
The conversations went on for most of the evening. Buttercup became slightly annoyed at her pink sister, as Blossom discreetly nudged her in the ribs whenever she thought she was going to say something stupid.
"So Mark and I combined the two compounds together to create the basis of the chemical. He figured out how of course."
"So that's how he did it. You know you're going to have to tell me yours and Mark's scientific secrets at some point" teased the Professor.
"C'mon John, that would be cheating now wouldn't it?" she laughed.
"The Professor invents a lot of interesting things, do you invent things Mrs Innlost?" asked Blossom.
"Please, just call me Wendy. And yes, I do invent some things every now and then. I work for the Founders city government, inventing and repairing bits of technology for them."
"Must be interesting, Wendy" Blossom gave a small laugh. In truth, the puff leader was becoming quite impressed by the scientist. She seemed just as intelligent as the Professor. She knew what she was talking about, she was charming, polite, and could crack a good joke. Blossom, although she gathered by now that it could never be Mrs Innlost, always wanted a mother figure like that.
Dessert was brought out as the evening progressed on, which Bubbles and Buttercup were looking forward to the most. Wendy and the Professor just settled for a drink instead.
"So how's Alfie getting on? Is he enjoying his teaching job?" asked the Professor.
"Uh, wasn't there some 'news' you wanted to give us?" Buttercup interjected whilst eating some ice cream.
"Buttercup!" Blossom exclaimed in a whisper, stopping her sister from being rude.
"No it's okay, Buttercup's right, I do have some news to tell you" spoke up the scientist woman.
Bubbles tensed a bit in her seat. She knew what Wendy was about to say.
The Professor tried to segway the conversation for her. "You said that it was to do with the crime rate in Founders city Wendy?"
"Oh I see, now we're talking" Buttercup suddenly became interested.
"Why yes, sort of." She remembered everything she planned in her head. "As you girls already know, I've been living in Founders city for a while now, and we've had our fair share of visitors, especially three certain ones from this city."
Blossom raised an eyebrow in realisation. "Oh, I think I know who you're talking about. It's the Rowdyruff boys isn't it?"
"Ha! Knew it!" Buttercup gloated, believing fully she was right.
"I figured they would be causing trouble over there and only solving those crimes for their own gain. That place is a breeding ground for crime from what I've heard, it's the perfect place for them. And it's out of our radar. Strange thing is, I've heard that someone actually managed to adopt them, as a way for the police to keep an eye on them. But who in the right mind would do something like that?" Blossom questioned.
"They thought they could hide from us, then again the way they were captured last time we didn't even need to find them" Buttercup took a sip of her drink.
"Is that what the news is Mrs Innlost? The boys are causing trouble in Founders city, so much so that you're asking for our help to apprehend them? Because I assure you me and my sisters would be more than happy to do so" the puff leader proclaimed, and Bubbles sank a bit in her chair, glancing back at Wendy.
"Now girls, allow Wendy to explain," said the Professor.
"It's, actually quite the opposite girls" the guest circled her thumb around the wine glass she was holding. "You see, having a part in the creation of chemical X, and seeing how these boys were homeless and in need of a family, well like you said Blossom, they've been adopted by a citizen. And that citizen, happens to be, me. I'm the adoptive mother of the Rowdyruff boys."
Buttercup almost choked on her drink, and just managed to swallow it. "Ugh, why are people always drinking something when they hear shocking news? But seriously, you what!"
"Buttercup, manners" the Professor scorned.
"Professor, did you hear what she just said?" questioned the very taken aback pink leader.
"I did Blossom, in fact that's the reason Wendy is here now. She told me everything over the phone and I offered for her to come over so she could explain everything to you."
"I thought it would be best if I did it in person" said the guest. "You girls have nothing to worry about with the boys anymore. I've known them for quite some time now. At first, they wanted nothing to do with me, because they knew I would probably be slandered if I was associating with them. But you didn't see it girls" she reminisced back to when she met the boys.
"They had just been through an eighteen month sentence in one of the toughest institutions, where they were forbidden to use their powers under threat of being thrown into an isolation room. They were beaten, scrutinized, and afraid. So much so that they swore off crime forever, and were living in an old warehouse on their own, scavenging the streets for food. Then I found them, and after helping me with my own experiments on chemical X, I became quite fond of them and vice versa. In the end, after consulting them, I adopted them."
"What are they like?" Bubbles played along. She had already played with the boys several times.
"Oh they're not the miscreants they once were, they're almost like angels. Of course, raising small children doesn't go without discipline, but they're good as gold most of the time. Butch has a great talent for sports and martial arts, he's quite the fighter."
Buttercup furrowed her eyebrows at this.
Wendy continued "And Boomer's such a sweet cute lovely little boy."
Bubbles smiled and put her hands to her chest.
"As for Brick, my is he intelligent for his age. Already he is working his way to being top of the class."
Blossom raised an eyebrow in disbelief and somewhat disgust.
"So I'm just letting you girls know that it's three less criminals you have to worry about. In fact, the three of them have just begun their own crusade to clean up crime in Founders. They're heroes now. And at their rate, Founders will no longer be that, breeding ground for crime, that it once was."
"Okay Wendy. If you need any tips on how to raise three super powered children, never hesitate to call me" offered the Professor.
Blossom sat there dumbfounded. She could not believe what she was hearing. Mrs Innlost was so intelligent, so good-hearted, and for her to adopt those evil wretched Rowdyruffs? No, they must be deceiving her. But how? A scientist like Wendy, tricked by those braindead morons. Blossom didn't believe what Wendy had said about Brick was true, she wouldn't believe it.
Okay, maybe it was tough for them inside the prison, and while that was sympathetic, she knew the ruffs, and knew that it would not change them. Maybe there was some ounce of intelligence in them, if they could deceive poor widowed Mrs Innlost. Oh the nerve of them, playing on a void Wendy was most likely trying to fill after Mr Innlost passed away.
Blossom vowed she would get to the bottom of this.
Eventually it was time for Wendy to go, and while Blossom and Buttercup were helping the Professor taking things out to the kitchen, Bubbles was left alone briefly with the guest. "Well done Mrs Innlost, I thought you did quite well" the puff whispered.
"Really? Your sisters' reactions weren't very positive" the scientist whispered back.
"Believe or not, that reaction was less than what I was expecting. So how are the boys?"
"They're with my father, they're fine. Thanks for trying to help Bubbles."
"Thank you for not telling the Professor about me visiting you."
Said Professor then walked into the hallway, grabbing Wendy's coat for her. "Thanks ever so much for coming over Wendy. I hope you enjoyed it."
"Oh no problem John. It was a lovely dinner, you ought to have a meal at my place some time." She put on her coat and headed out the door. "And I do hope your girls will understand, the boys are almost just like them now."
"I'm sure they will, just give it time Wendy" assured the Professor as the adults gave one final wave before she drove off in her car. She sighed from slight relief. That evening didn't go too bad after all.
Inside the house Buttercup asked Blossom "Do you really believe the boys have turned this so-called new leaf? I mean going through a prison sentence like that must've been tough I know, but it couldn't have been that bad, they've been to other prisons before."
"I don't believe it Buttercup. But let's keep an open mind about this. Both Mrs Innlost and the Founders police chief have given us similar stories. Two decent honest people. We'll wait and see for now, and if anything suspicious about the Rowdyruffs comes up, then we'll deliver to them swift painful justice."
Wow, I thought my other chapters were long. But now we have the boys actually continuing to go out and fight crime in Founders, as well as a dinner scene, with their mother having to explain everything to the girls, whilst playing along with Bubbles of course. I sorry for the long update, this was a long chapter after all.
RedHood001: Oh there will be a confrontation at some point between them, just not yet;)
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