CHAPTER THREE: "Change of Plans"
"The end is near," said Butch.
"No!" said Boomer horrified.
"You will taste my wrath and drink defeat!"
"No! Not again,"
"And now for the finishing blow: B-Three!"
"Argh! You sunk my battleship!"
The boys remained in the library. Boomer and Butch had found a Battleship board game and were playing it to pass the time. Brick was sitting at the same table with them; however, he was not with them. He seemed deeply lost in thought.
"Boys, new plan," he said. "Don't let the PowerPuff Girls see you at all and maintain a low profile. Try not to draw even the slightest bit of attention to yourselves."
"Got it," Butch loyally replied, not even questioning his brother's orders.
"Why are we being so secretive?" asked Boomer.
Brick grabbed a pack of Starburst candy out of his pocket. He took one of each flavor, cherry, strawberry, orange, and lemon, and set them down on the table.
"Obtaining popularity is like running for a political office. It consists primarily of two goals. The first is finding what the majority wants and appealing to it. The second is defacing the opposition in an attempt to make them lose favor from the majority. You not only want people to vote for you, but you also want them to vote against your opponent," he began. He then separated the cherry from the other three flavors. "This is us. We have no idea what's in this school, what's popular, what's not, or who we are trying to gain favor from. We are as good as on an island."
He then pointed to the strawberry flavored starburst, which was close to the other two flavors. "This is the PowerPuff Girls." Boomer and Butch cringed at the mention of the name. "They have been in school with the rest of the students here since kindergarten. Not only do they know what's popular, but they also know each of the kids here personally, and, since they have saved their lives several times, they undoubtedly have favor from the majority."
Butch continued to listen carefully. Boomer meanwhile had a blank stare that obviously revealed he had been completely lost in what his leader was saying.
"No politician is eager to get into a fight when the enemy possesses the high geopolitical ground. I merely want to wait and get a feel for my surroundings before I expend the element of surprise and make the first move," said Brick trying to simplify his statement.
Butch nodded, confirming his understanding. Boomer did the same.
The bell for fourth period rang, a long hollow electronic tone that went throughout the school. The boys headed out of the library and to their first class: History. The boys watched from a far and scanned the students entering the classroom. None of them were the PowerPuff Girls.
They entered the classroom. The walls were littered with large maps of the world of different eras as well as charts that displayed various historical information and timelines. A globe the size of a small fridge rested to the left of the room. The boys took seats in the back of the class nearest to the far corner of the room. Boomer was closest to the wall with Butch to his right and Brick to his far right. The teacher entered and gathered his notes for the day.
"If we have a class with one of the girls wouldn't it be better to just play hokey and avoid them altogether?" asked Boomer.
"It would," replied Butch.
Just then the girl sitting in front of Brick turned around. She had red hair that had been placed in buns by professionals. Her eyes were dark and her face was laden with freckles. She wore the standard school uniform, which included a black knee length skirt, tall socks, and a yellow shirt with a collar. However, she had expensive dress shoes that had been polished by men with experience. Her nails had a professional manicure and her make up appeared to have a high price. On her wrist was a gold bracelet with diamonds in the links. Around her neck was a necklace full of pearls.
Brick thought she looked familiar.
"I know who you are," she said. "RowdyRuff Boys."
The red ruff mumbled a curse word. Their first class and their cover had been blown already. He felt like a horrible leader.
"So what diabolical plan do you have to destroy the PowerPuff Girls now?" she asked.
It was then that Brick recognized her. It was Princess Morebucks, the most spoiled and most rich villain in Townsville. She had once tried to join the RowdyRuff Boys when they were little. However, the RowdyRuffs had refused her in a less then polite manner. Truth be told, none of them liked her at all.
"I'm sorry, Princess Morebucks, but I'm afraid I can't tell you," he replied calmly.
Princess smirked evilly. "That's a pity, because I have a lot of money and I would be willing to throw it towards your plan if you would help me with my plan."
"Listen, babe," started Boomer. "We don't take kindly to bribes. We can complete our plan without your money. So why don't you just go get a million dollar nail job," he continued.
Brick rolled his eyes. Boomer wouldn't know a good ally if it smacked him in the face loaded with cash.
Right on que, Butch reached over and slapped his blue-eyed brother upside the head. "We take very kindly to bribes. How much?" he asked.
Princess reached into a bag that was sitting next to her seat. Her hand went in empty and came out with a fistful of green, dead presidents. "And this is just my pocket change," she said proudly.
Brick smirked. "Okay, I like where this is going," he said.
Butch, however, was skeptical. "Wait a second. What's the catch?"
"Yeah, what's the catch?" asked an equally skeptical Boomer, imitating his brother.
Princess' smirk deepened. "Well, my goal is to steal the PowerPuff Girls' popularity..."
The boys each exchanged a look with each other.
"... And a cute boyfriend is exactly what I need to kick off my plan," she finished.
"Which one of us do you want?" asked Brick.
"The blond one."
"You have yourself a deal."
"Yeah, you have yourself a- Wait a second! Brick, what are you doing?" asked a shocked Boomer; however, his red-haired brother completely ignored him and shook hands with princess while Butch was snorting, trying his hardest to stifle a laugh.
"You know, Princess, there are a lot of differences between us, but I think you and I are going to get along just fine," Brick said.
Buttercup's eyes never strayed from the clock. It was mere seconds till lunch and she was starving. Finally the clock turned to 12:05. The lunch bell range.
"Yes!" she said and pumped her fist, taking full joy in the moment.
She raced outside to the lunch tables and immediately began a fervent search for her sisters. The lunch tables were placed in a beautiful courtyard which had many trees in the surrounding area and a grassy floor. She found them at a single specific table that was right under a cherry blossom tree.
She headed over to them and sat next to Bubbles who sat right next to Blossom. Across from her sat Mary and a few others that she had just met. "I hate this school already. I'm ready to go home now," she said as she opened her lunch bag and pulled out her peanut butter and honey sandwich.
"Come on, Buttercup. This is exciting!" Blossom replied.
"Yeah, me and Blossom have made so many new friends already. This is a wonderful day and I love it here," giggled Bubbles.
"Only for a bookworm and a ditz like you two," their sister answered.
Blossom frowned. "Buttercup, sometimes your attitude makes me sick."
Just then something drew her attention. A bunch of fellow students were huddled together near the outside lockers that went along the main building of the school. The crowd was constantly chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!..."
Blossom almost immediately flew over to the scene and weaved her way through the crowd to the center. She made it just in time to watch Elmer, who was now a very unpopular science whiz, get knocked to the ground. His nose was bleeding and he had a black eye. A large bruise went along the side of his face. Standing over him was a rather large student, who wore jeans, sports sneakers, a Pokey Oaks Football team jacket that was unzipped, and a black tee-shirt that had written on it in white, simple letters: "Mitch the Great."
Mitch Mitchellson had put on several pounds of muscle since the last time Blossom saw him. He was now the largest player on the frontline of the football team. However, he loved to abuse the power that he now possessed over smaller, weaker classmen. Behind him stood the rest of the football team, merely sitting back and watching.
"Come on! Get up! Is that all you got?" he jibbed.
Blossom thought of herself as a peacemaker. In an active sense, a peacemaker not only tries to avoid conflict, but restores and maintains the peace. Right at that moment she was furious. "Mitch, what's wrong with you? You're no better than any supervillian! Knock it off!" she scolded.
Bubbles quickly went to help Elmer up. "Let me take you to the nurse's office," she said quietly.
"Oh, look. It's the know-it-all, the sissy, and the ditz," Mitch replied sarcastically.
Blossom didn't have time to react to what happened next. Maybe Buttercup had gotten tired of Townsville being so quiet or maybe she was just in a really negative mood. Maybe her hunger for action got the better of her. Maybe her time of the month had arrived and she just didn't have it in her to only tell off Mitch or report him to a higher authority like she should have, because she suddenly appeared out of nowhere a gave him a right hook that sent him flying into the rest of the team and knocked them down like bowling pins.
"Why don't you shut up and have a taste of some of your own medicine," she taunted.
Mitch on other hand didn't hear her. He was out cold.
Blossom covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes went wide with shock.
After School...
"I don't believe this, Buttercup!" yelled the Professor. School was out and the day was over. The girls had arrived back home and now the professor had just learned of the events of the day.
Buttercup was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. The professor was standing infront of her.
"Your first day of high school and you have already been to the principle's office!"
"Come on, Professor! I didn't start the fight and he had it coming to him!"
The professor sighed and sat down on the couch. "That may be true, but just because you can beat someone up, doesn't mean you should," he said calmly.
Meanwhile Blossom and Bubbles were in their room overhearing the conversation, praying that their sister would wise up.
Brick and his brothers were on the bus and heading towards Townsville Beach. They could not fly or they would easily be recognized by the citizens of Townsville before the fight with the monster started. They all occupied the far back seat with Brick in the middle, Butch to his left, and Boomer to his right.
"I can't believe you, Brick. You sold me into slavery," pouted Boomer, who sat with his arms crossed and stared angrily straight forward.
Brick knew that Boomer didn't want to date Princess. She was incredibly spoiled and would obviously make a very demanding and high maintenance girlfriend, something Brick himself shuddered at the idea of dating.
"It's a sacrifice that will benefit the team. Princess has unlimited resources that we need; and it's not just the cash. She also knows the school and the students better so she's an excellent source of the latest information and gossip in the school, an advantage we need." He almost felt like a girl after saying that. The game of popularity was not for men he thought.
"Relax, bro. You just have to hang around her at lunch, take her to all the school events, and buy her flowers and junk like that," reassured Butch.
Boomer winced at the thought.
"What's even funnier is that she is the one giving you money to buy her stuff," said Butch as he let out a chuckle.
Brick, on the other hand, felt sympathy for his brother. "Boomer, I will try my hardest to keep your so called 'relationship' with Princess as meaningless and painless as possible," Brick said.
"You promise?" he asked.
Brick nodded.
Suddenly his Blackberry went off. He once again snatched it up and knew that the message was from Him.
"Change of plans. There will not be a monster attack yet. I will move that to tomorrow. I have found the next piece for you and I want you to grab it tonight. Meanwhile, hurry home. I picked you up some Jack in the Box while you were gone!"
Brick cocked an eyebrow. "Boys, change of plans," he said with a smirk.
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