Buttercup had just finished delivering the dogs with Brick to the farm like he had planned to, and the two were just flying back from the outside of Townsville. "How come he didn't recognize you?" she asked, the red boy doubting that anyone in Townsville didn't know exactly how dangerous the Rowdyruff boys were or how much damage they had caused before. "Just some old farmer. I'd be shocked if he could even remember his wife's name," Brick laughed in response while they flew above head, leaving a green and red streak of light behind them as they were flying back into Townsville.
Brick had led her through Townsville from one side to the other nearly entirely. "Right. Time to show you what Boomer does," Brick said while they were barely a few miles into the eastern part of town. He landed in a nearby alley, Buttercup following suit. Once they landed, Brick took off his hat and grabbed at his hair, putting it up on his head and hiding it under his cap. "What are you doing?" Buttercup raised an eyebrow. It made him look weird to have the different hairstyle that was sticking out from some areas of his hat. "Disguising myself. This town isn't that smart, really," he said. She could only stay almost silent on that. "Won't disagree with that," she sighed, aware of how dumb a lot of the townspeople were. Once he had his hair all tucked away, he began to lead her onto the streets, planning to walk the next few blocks away.
"He works right up here," Brick pointed, Buttercup still keeping her guard up in case this became some kind of weird sneak attack that they had actually thought out. It was more surprising that his disguise of hiding his hair the best he could was working. No one in town recognized him on the streets. They arrived to a small cafe that had various people set up, both outside and inside. She took a seat at one of the outside tables alongside Brick. "I don't see Boomer anywhere," Buttercup commented. "Give him a minute" he waved a hand over to the left.
Buttercup had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing, when she saw a familiar boy their height. He had blonde hair, and he was wearing a blue coat that had black flames on it in random tilted patterns. He was wearing a half apron and glasses, looking unamused. "Yo, Boomer," the boy in red greeted. "Hi, Brick. …and… Buttercup?" he spoke, wondering if he was under arrest and his brother had been apprehended by the Powerpuff. He was Boomer, the not so bright of the trio, who was picked on a lot more by his two brothers because of it. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Boomer hesitantly spoke. "She's with me. It's cool, bro," Brick insisted that it was alright, especially with her around. "Yeah. Long time, no see, Boomer. What's with the glasses?" Buttercup asked. Boomer just sighed. "It's my disguise…" he muttered. Apparently, a pair of glasses was enough to even to throw off any suspicion.
"They look fitting on you. How's Butchie boy been?" Buttercup asked, Brick just pulling out his wallet and giving Boomer some money. "Two of the usuals," Brick said before watching his blue sibling leave to get what he ordered. "Sorry, I don't like to talk about Butch around him. Butch kind of went nuts after dad threw us out. Either he's working or asleep. That's all he does anymore. On his days off he acts like his old self, but y'know… Can't tell if he means it or he's just acting," Brick explained, that their other brother became a mentally broken man since the disownment from their parent.
"And how has Boomer been handling it?" Buttercup saw him scratch his cheek. "Couldn't get him to speak for a week and after I told'em we needed jobs. He was one of the first to get one. Like I said, I really appreciate your help," Brick further explained the condition of his brothers. He had no idea how they were mentally, but it was to the point where he felt guilty to pick on either of them to any level. They lost a lot of their fun, being forced to grow up like this now. Boomer came back, carrying two cups of coffee, giving one to each of them before taking a seat at the table as well.
"So… Buttercup. How have things been?" Boomer requested, wanting to break the awkward silence. "Fine. Just trying to kill time," she stated, the silence taking over again, until Brick, after taking a drink from the coffee, spoke up. "Right. Boomer, she's going to be helping me at work sometimes. Hope it's okay if we come here for breaks every now and then?" Brick described what the two of them had been doing today. The blonde boy shrugged. "More tips for me. So what, does that make her a ruff?" Boomer joked, Buttercup giving him a death glare from her seat that made him go quiet. "…Yeah… I guess so," Brick agreed that she was one if she helped them at all with their current financial struggles.
"Wh-what? Really?" Buttercup felt embarrassed, but she understood. He was appreciative of the help, it felt like a different pair of people she was talking to. Brick nodded in agreement. Buttercup was definitely a ruff to them now. "Well… I doubt Butch will care," Boomer admitted, sighing. The raven haired girl took a sip of the coffee. Upon consuming it, it made her feel relaxed and slightly more energized. "Huh… never knew coffee tasted like that," she smiled, though she could see up the sky that the sun was beginning to set. She had lost track of the last few hours of time. "Ah, jeez! I better get home. I'll see you tomorrow, Brick. Take care," Buttercup spoke before flying off, leaving a green streak of light behind.
"A puff helping us… what did you do to make her do all this?" Boomer requested an explanation, wanting to know just how the leader of the Rowdyruffs kept her from wanting to subdue them. "I told her what happened, that's how. Come on, let's go find Butch," Brick insisted, Boomer pulling off the half apron and resting it on the table before leaving along with his sibling, still hating how he had to walk whenever in his disguise.