Red Crown: I would just like to let it be known that everything Him will say in his evil voice I will make in bold letters.
CHAPTER TWO: "Pancakes Anyone?"
All that could be seen was an endless void of nothingness. Red masses of rock, various in size, drifted in every direction without guidance. Drifting along in the void was a flat rock with a small kitchen on top of it. The kitchen consisted of a stove, an oven, a microwave, and to the far left a sink with a dish washer. Suspended on a long metal arm was a small TV in front of the stove. The stove was aflame. Behind the stove was the most evil and sinister being alive, flipping pancakes and watching the Townsville cooking channel. A being whose name was never to be mentioned, but could only be referred to as Him. He wore a white apron that had written on it: "kiss the cook."
Three individuals clad in black appeared seemingly out of the shadows and descended onto the rock behind Him, their arms crossed.
"Hello, boys. I trust you were successful in your mission," said Him without even turning around.
The three individuals spoke with voice synthesizers. Instead of their actual pitches and tones being heard, an electronically altered deep voice emitted from their mouths.
"We have what you want as promised. No one saw us," replied the red eyed leader as he reached into his sack and pulled out a small, gold ring with a spherical ruby magically suspended in the center of it. The jewel was constantly spinning.
"You'd better be right. I don't want the girls to even suspect something is up!" said Him.
"You don't need to worry about the girls," replied the one with a green gaze.
"What? I can't understand you," said the evilest of evil as his neck extended and his head turned around to face them, his arms never missing a beat on fixing the pancakes.
"I said, 'you don't need to worry about the girls.'"
"For goodness sake, boys, take off those voice synthesizers. I already know who you are," replied Him.
The black figures each gave a groan.
"Awe, these things are so cool," said the blue eyed figure.
Each of the three individuals removed their masks and revealed themselves to be non-other than the RowdyRuff Boys. Brick, the red-eyed and red-haired leader, tossed the small object to his master, who immediately grew an arm out of his back and caught it effortlessly. After examining it closely he merely said, "Perfect. Only three more to go."
His eyes then shifted toward the boys. "So you're sure no one saw you?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Butch, the green-eyed brunet.
"Are you absolutely sure?" asked Him again, he eyes narrowing.
"Absolutely," said Boomer, the blue-eyed blond, with a proud smirk. "Other than that video camera on the wall that most likely caught Butch knocking out that security guard, we were completely invisible."
Butch and Brick both slapped their hands on their foreheads at their brother's stupidity. Boomer was clueless. Butch elbowed his blond brother in the gut with enough force to make him keel over. Brick on the other hand quickly tried to cover.
"Butch was only in view for a split second before I melted the lens. It's doubtful that anyone will be able to recognize him, let alone identify him," said the red ruff.
They looked at Him expecting an angry rage to break out due to their failure. Instead, they got something they didn't quite expect.
"It's okay this time. This was your first mission of this type after all," he said.
The RowdyRuff Boys each gave a sigh of relief. Just then Him's expression turned vicious.
"But next time there will be terrible consequences if you fail to keep yourselves from being seen!" he shouted. "And now with that settled..."
Suddenly, in a puff of smoke a table of three was set in front of the boys and each of them was placed in a seat at the table.
"Pancakes anyone?"
The next day...
The PowerPuff Girls made it to their first period English class at Pokey Oaks High School on time and with all their required materials as usual. They started the day off as normal, which involved saying the pledge of allegiance to the flag and listening to the morning announcements.
Blossom and her sisters were dressed in their school uniforms. Blossom's consisted of a light pink shirt with a collar, a knee-length black skirt, tall white socks, and black dress shoes similar to those she wore as a little girl. Her hair was in a long pony tail. She had a black Buxton organizer at her side, which she used to hold many things of great importance.
To Blossom's right sat Buttercup. She wore a similar uniform, only she had a black shirt and a bright green, long-sleeved under shirt. Instead of white socks she had black nylons. Her black, shoulder length-hair was straight and clean, a rare occurrence.
Bubbles was at her left. Her uniform only differed in that she wore a light blue uniform shirt. On her face was a pair of glasses with a silver frame. She still had her hair in pig tails.
"Wow, our first day of high school," said Blossom.
"Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! These are going to be some of the most fun years of our lives! We might have many adventures and fall in love and go shopping together and-" said Bubbles ecstatically.
"Blah! Blah! Blah!" rudely interrupted Buttercup. "Why isn't there any crime or monsters invading Townsville! Where's the beef of my life! If something doesn't blow up sooner or later I'm going to start having withdrawals!"
"Now, Buttercup, you and I both know that ever since we've been on the job crime has plummeted to an all time low. Even most of the monsters are too scared to come to Townsville with us around. This should give us plenty of time to adapt to our new high school lives," said Blossom.
Just then the hotline went off. Blossom bolted to the phone and picked it up.
"What is it mayor?... Someone broke into the museum. When?... You want us to investigate... We're on it," She said and hung up the phone.
"Girls, there was a break-in! We need to investigate!" she said before flying out the window.
"Darn it! I was so looking forward to the first day of school," said Buttercup filled with sarcasm. She quickly followed behind.
"Wait for me!" said Bubbles as she trailed behind her sisters.
Minutes later...
"So let me get this straight. Nothing was stolen," said Blossom.
Now outside Townsville Museum, the PowerPuff Girls were trying to get some clues as to who broke into it.
"Not that we know of," replied the policeman. "Whoever snuck in was both well skilled and well equipped. The only evidence left behind were the burned out camera lenses."
"Can we see them?" asked Buttercup.
The cop led her across the caution tape and into the museum. He led her down several hallways and stopped at a wall with a camera on it. He then took the camera off the wall and unscrewed the lens from the body. Blossom took the lens and began examining it with her eyes.
Just then something clicked and it showed on her face visibly. She reached into her Buxton organizer and pulled out a digital camera. She snapped some shots and then went to another camera. She unscrewed the lens from the body and held it as far away from her as she could extend her arm. She squinted her eyes and unleashed a narrow concentrated stream of her laser vision and burned out the lens. She then held the two lenses side by side. They looked identical.
"Whoever burned through these lenses must have had our laser vision or something like it," said Blossom.
Another policeman walked into the room. "Girls, you might want to come see this," he said.
Moments later they were in a police van that had all sorts of tools for analyzing video tapes. On the right was a monitor and below it were several video players.
"What you are about to see is footage from a security camera of the break-in last night," said the policeman before pressing play.
The monitor came to life and an image of a guard sitting on a bench became visible. In the corner of the screen was the date, yesterday. Suddenly a black figure came up behind the guard and struck him. The guard instantly fell to the side. Seconds later the screen fizzled out. The policeman rewinded the film and then paused it when the black figure came into view. The film was black and white and the figure moved so fast that it appeared as a blur. Not much could be distinguished.
"Don't take this the wrong way," said the officer, "but an estimate of the figure's size and mass is very similar to yours."
Blossom used her digital camera to take a picture of the monitor with the dark figure in view. "Thank you, officer. We will analyze this evidence carefully."
With that done, the girls then took off back towards the school.
"It almost looks like we were the ones who broke into the museum," said Bubbles.
"At least we have some suspects," joked Buttercup.
They arrived back at school in no time.
The clock read 9:30 A.M.
The sound of fists hitting a punching bag repeatedly flowed through the air.
The three brothers were hanging out in there current residence located in an old abandoned warehouse near Townsville Harbor. The warehouse constantly smelled of the ocean that was close by. The air was fairly humid, another courtesy of the ocean. The sound of waves and an occasional vehicle driving by were the only sounds that dared to disturb the outside. The inside was vast and contained various rows of racks and shelves for storage. Makeshift rooms had been made with curtains. The floors were constructed entirely of concrete.
Butch was in his room constantly striking his rather worn-looking punching bag.
Boomer, on the other hand, was using his laptop with a linkless internet connection to search the web for songs to add to his IPOD. He had Bose sound reduction headphones the made him near good as deaf.
Brick was pacing in his own room with a book in his hand titled "The Art of War."
Suddenly his Blackberry went off. Brick snatched it up and saw that the message was from Him.
"I want you to go to Pokey Oaks High School and register to be students there right now. I want you to be on your best behavior. Your mission there will be to steal the girls' popularity or to make yourselves appear like saviors in the eyes of the public. I will schedule a monster to attack Townsville Beach right after school so that you may defeat him with all the inhabitants of Townsville watching."
"Great," he thought with sarcasm.
An hour later...
Within no time at all Brick and his brothers were official students of Pokey Oaks High School. Now 14 years old and starting his first day of high school, he could not help, but anticipate the coming conflict.
The lady at the front desk asked them if they would like their names to be announced over the school speakers. Politely, the RowdyRuff Boys refused. They each knew what each other was thinking. They simply wanted to see the shocked looks on the girls' faces when they realized that there evil counter parts were attending school with them.
They decided to head to the library and wait there until the current period, which happened to be fourth period, was over.
Brick wore his school uniform, which consisted of a black polo shirt and black pants. However, he had his own jacket, which was red with black and silver streaks going down the sleeves and down the zipper. The word "Leader" was written on the back. He had black sneakers with two red bands going across each side. Crowned on his head was his bright red, backwards hat. His red hair was held in a short messy pony tail.
Butch had uniform black pants, a uniform black polo shirt, and a simple, jungle camouflage jacket. Adorned on his feet were black combat boots. His hair was a spiky mess.
Boomer had uniform black pants, a dark blue uniform polo shirt, and a royal blue sports jacket that, when zipped up, had the words "South pole" in white, cursive writing on the front. He wore white nikies with a blue streak that went across the edge of the soles. Unlike his brothers, he had his hair well groomed.
"Guys, our first class is about to start. We should go over the plan one more time just to make sure we have got it down," said the leader.
"Relax, Brick. We already know what to do," Butch said. "Play hero to steal the girl's popularity in the day, and recover the pieces of Him's most prized possession at night. Then we leave the rest to Him. We are not allowed to start any fights, mayhem, or any other sneaky business that would hurt our image in the eyes of the public. The only time we are allowed to engage the girls in combat is if they interfere with our night time operations. If and when the time comes to engage the girls we are not allowed to kill them because that pleasure is reserved for Him," Butch said as if quoting a text book. "Did I miss anything?"
"What do we do if the girls attack us in school?" asked Boomer.
"They won't. There are too many people here and the girls will never risk hurting them in a stupid brawl," replied Brick.
"But what if they do?" Boomer asked again.
"Then we laugh like circus clowns while they beg for mercy," said Butch as he pounded his fists together. His eagerness to fight showed openly.
"But-"
"Boomer, shut up and listen to your brother," Brick calmly said.