Sometimes you just need to write out the random ideas that would make an average sitcom. I have some ideas for the future but this is mostly for fun.

Chapter 1

The frienemies relationship with Townsville villains was settled in kindergarten, which was the main reason the girls took the jobs at HIM's Otto-Time Diner.

Well, yes, their boss was the devil himself, but that was the standard for customer service. At least HIM was upfront about it and paid more than minimum wage, because "not even I am that evil."

Buttercup took the kitchen spot. She had always been a good cook and didn't have the patience to deal with some of Townsville's, erm, intellectually ungifted customers.

"So... Is this number one?"

Bubbles kept smiling, her cheeks were starting to burn, "Yes, Sir. That's why it says 'Number One' on the Menu."

"Hmm..." The short, sweaty man squinted at the picture of a double hamburger with onions and lettuce, "... And does it come with onions?"

Buttercup would not last five minutes waiting tables. Fortunately, Blossom's and Bubbles' patience was enough to make generous tips.

"Oh dear," The woman must have been in her 40's, "Can you believe the waitress at the other place would not give me diet water? I naturally called the manager..."

Blossom smiled as she served the lady a glass of 'diet water', which was regular water with ice, "That's preposterous, ma'am."

Blossom's robust vocabulary made customers feel like they were dining at Eleven Madison Park.

Not the best a trio of heroes could do, but Buttercup wanted a car, Blossom, to save money for college, and Bubbles... Bubbles really wanted to be part of something.

It wasn't the most eventful job either, except for days when the girls would take a break to save the city. Despite it meaning they were dealing with HIM's 'primary business', citizens would go to the diner after and tip 15% as a 'thank you.'

At the end of the day, HIM was running his business and the girls were making money without nuisance.

"Excuuuuuse meeee..."

Except for one little thing.

"Heeeeyy," the Morebucks heiress waved her hand in Bubbles' and Blossom's direction, "We need a host! I need a host to lead us to a table!"

Her other hand grasped the crook of her boyfriend's elbow. He looked down at the auburn-haired girl, the top of her curly head just below his shoulder.

"Princess, toots... diners don't have hosts. Or reservations." Brick stared down at her, "We have to walk to a table."

The heiress paused, throwing him a suspicious look, "I don't believe you, bae. I think you're trying to trick me and make me look like a fool... Hello-o! Did you two hear me!?"

His brothers followed right behind, exchanging bored glances.

"Why do we hang out with her again?" Boomer whispered only loud enough to be heard by those with super hearing.

"She pays for shit," Butch muttered.

"So why are we here?" Boomer mouthed, "Let's go somewhere fancy. Like, real fancy. Burger King is right around the corner."

"It's fun," Brick muttered over his shoulder, while Butch nodded mischievously.

Boomer confusedly looked from one brother to another, until he saw a familiar carrot top walk up to them. Red ribbon and all. The boy rolled his eyes so hard, they could've popped out of the sockets. They turned down a Big-Whooper maximum with large fries and coke for this!?

Blossom's smile was so tense, that Brick could see the muscles clenching. Her gaze, directed at him, spelled out 'I'm going to kill you.'

The boys used to go there to mess around, but bringing his girlfriend was the Red Ruff's little gimmick to keep things interesting.

"Mr. Jojo!" The redhead cocked her head, "What a pleasure to have you... again."

"Hum, hello-o?" Princess snapped her fingers at the PowerPuff's face.

"...And you brought company!"

"Huh. Is that how you refer to all your customers?" The heiress disdainfully seized the Powerpuff up and down.

"Oh, of course, I'm so sorry..." Blossom wetted her lips, swallowing, "Miss Morebucks." Her eyes glimpsed at Brick. He could feel his counterpart's mind going through all the ways she could kill him, "Let me get you a table."

Blossom exchanged a glance with Bubbles, conveying a single feeling.

20%.

Having the boys at the diner every other day had become background noise. Yeah, they were annoying and took too long to order, but at the end of the day, they were just annoying boys the girls had known for a decade... Buttercup always made sure to spit on their food, though.

It was typical childhood frienemies behavior until Brick became Princess's boyfriend. The couple morphed into an unmatched annoyance machine.

Blossom had spotted them more than enough times making out in the school hall, across her gosh darn locker. Every time she rolled her eyes and muttered: "Get a room".

On one of the few days Blossom arrived at school earlier to escape the couple's morning show, she waltzed down the empty school hall all the way to her closet, taking her sweet, sweet time to organize her things the way she liked it, and closed it... to find Brick standing behind the door.

"God!" She jumped up, startled.

He leaned against the lockers with a smug smile. Black jeans with a chain, red flannel over a wifebeater. Bad boy stereotype.

"Most call me Brick."

Blossom exhaled with a scowl, unimpressed, "What do you want?"

Brick grinned, "Huh, I thought you were the type who loved love, with being everything nice and all."

"I don't want to watch you two chewing each other's faces first thing in the morning," The girl muttered, double-checking the books in her hand, "Is that too much to ask?"

"Watch?" Brick cocked his head, "Pft, excuse me, we are all the other way over there!" he pointed to his and Princess' spot, three feet away from Blossom's locker, as if it was in Canada, "Look the other way. Be mature."

"How hard is it for you to find a room?" Blossom squinted, "Doesn't Princess's house has 35 of those?"

"36, but we prefer the kitchen balcony."

Blossom scrunched her nose, "Gross."

"Bloss, you look great." Brick snickered, "Frying oil makes you glow."

Blossom grinned, ignoring Princess's snicker, "You should try it yourself." She said, innocently raising her eyebrows.

"Maybe." Her counterpart snorted, "Wonder if someone's considering shoving me in sizzling, frying oil."

Blossom scribbled down with a smile on her face, "Are you a mind reader, by any chance?"

Princess scoffed, glaring at her rival, "Excuse me...? I come here to eat, and you start chatting?"

"Hum, I was not-"

"What kind of service is this!?" She hissed, crossing her arms, "I wanna talk to the manager! HIM! HIM, come here, come here now!"

Blossom patiently glanced from Brick to Princess, and then back to Brick, "Make it two."

Brick leaned back with a grin and winked.

'I would like to see you try,' he mouthed.

"Ex-cu-se mee?" Princess's fingers snapped, "Hello-o? I asked for the manager. Now!"

"But baby, I don't see why you had to go home..." Princess cooed from the other side of the phone.

"You see dear," Brick sighed, "I have this thing to do..."

"But daddy isn't home..." Princess moaned, "and your car is awful. I won't make out in anything that wouldn't pass for an Uber Black."

Brick nodded impatiently, eyes glued to the clock, "Yeah, dear. My bad. I have to go, gonna make up for you, k? Buh-bye!"

"Byeeeeee-"

5 pm. Mojo's doorbell rang profusely. Brick jumped up, tossing his cellphone aside, "Aw, hell yeah! Here we go!"

Butch and Boomer exchanged glances, video game controllers in hand, before turning their attention back to the screen.

"At least she's ringing the doorbell, not breaking-" Butch muttered, watching his eager brother open the door wide.

"What took you so lo- OOF!" The RowdyRuff Leader went down with a round kick.

Boomer nodded, bored, "And... he's down. Less than a second, a record."

"Hey, babe-OUCH!" Blossom's fist connected to his jaw, "Ouch! Hey! Fair play!" He protested as a furious, greasy Blossom Utonium charged at him.

"Fair play my butt!" She grabbed his collar, throwing Brick down as she straddled him, punching him in the face over, and over.

Butch's eyebrows rose, "That's kinda hot."

Boomer cocked his head, "The straddling or the punching?"

"Both."

Finally, Brick took a hold of her fist, and his other hand grabbed Blossom's hair, throwing her across the living room, where she landed on top of Mojo's favorite coffee table, shattering it into pieces.

The red Ruff struggled to get up, "What the hell, Puff! I thought you liked fair fighting!"

Blossom growled, "Fair!?" She growled, yanking a piece of paper off her pocket, furiously marching towards Brick. She cornered him against the kitchen wall, firmly planting a palm by his side.

Boomer gasped, elbowing Butch, "Dude, I've seen this shit in anime!"

"It's Kabedon, you uncultured fuck."

"Read it!" Blossom's scream echoed through Mojo's lair, as she shoved the paper in Brick's face. The boy took it, wide red eyes stared at her, then to the paper. He paused, looking at Blossom again.

"It's a receipt-"

"Of your order!" Blossom screamed in his face, before punching the wall. Brick side-eyed the dent on Mojo's "PowerPuff proof" material, "Zero? Not even 10%? Really!?" She barked, "Next time I'm expecting at least 20% or I'm bringing Bubbles here!"

Brick raised an eyebrow, "Next time?"

Blossom scoffed, taking a step back as she swiped her hands, "It's the least I expect for putting up with you outside of school. Are we clear?"

Brick looked down at the paper, then up at her with a loud snort, "Sure thing, Puff."

Blossom snarled, "I'll have the frying oil ready!"

"Counting on it!" Brick joyfully shouted as his counterpart flew out of Mojo's door.

"I don't get it." Princess groaned, hands wrapped around the nape of Brick's neck, "I told daddy to buy me a spot in this Biology class to be your partner but it's 'AP', and we're too far into the term, whatever."

Blossom suppressed a sigh, her eyes fixated at her textbook, doing her best to ignore the couple in the "double" table for biology partners. Unfortunately, she could do nothing about the gaping stares from classmates at Princess casually sitting on RowdyRuff lap.

Brick shrugged, "Teacher strategy. Top of the class, everyone wants an easy A."

Princess purred, "I could give you some easy P... What is wrong with you!"

Blossom waved the girl off, "Don't mind me, I just threw up in my mouth," She looked up at Townsville High's hottest couple, "Feeling rather nauseated."

"Hum, I would know nothing about it." Princess smirked, "'I don't have a gag reflex. Just ask Brickie-"

"Oof!" The redheads look over to see Buttercup leaning against the classroom door, "Thank God you got picked, Princess."

"Whatever," Princess rolled her eyes, "Bye, baby." She cooed, giving Brick a peck on the lips.

Blossom sighed in relief, watching Princess make her way to the door.

"Oh!" She whipped around with a smirk, "See you later at the Otto-whatever, Blossy! Make sure to have my order ready!" She waved with a hair flip before walking out.

Blossom glared at Princess's retreating back, then at Brick, "Twenty percent."

Brick chuckled, "Tips? That ticks you that much?"

"I don't expect you to understand," Blossom stated, imperiously shutting her book, "some of us prefer honest work."

"Oh yeah, busting your ass for this shit hole for years earned you- Oh, wait!" The boy mockingly slapped his brow, "They gave you shit!"

Blossom scowled at him, "That was not-"

"Paid honest work?" The boy raised an eyebrow.

"You know what? You really wouldn't understand, since you have whored yourself."

Brick didn't even fake anger, and grinned smugly, "Thought you were a feminist. Aren't you supposed to be for sex work?"

"Fine." Blossom leaned closer, "Sellout. Better?"

Before Brick could answer, Buttercup cut him off, "Leader Girl, before you start your eternal fighting with the King of Assholes here, we got a monster destroying the city."

The redhead's mouth went agape, "But the hotline-"

"Mayor forgot to charge his phone."

Brick snickered, "And the geezer keeps winning elections..."

Buttercup ignored him, "Miss Bellum called Miss Keane, who found me in the hallway... Bubbles is on her way."

"Gotta love the 'no powers within school grounds' rule, too. It's almost like they don't give a shit about you."

"It's for public safety, Brick, and the girls understand that." Miss Keane stated, walking into class.

Brick threw the teacher a look, and scoffed at Blossom's miss goody-two-shoes nod.

"Well, Miss Keane, since my partner is skipping- huh, missing class, we'll have to drop today's lesson and replace it with those super delightful extra activities..." Brick rolled his eyes at Blossom's intense glare, "Meanwhile, I'll be attending urgent appointments..." He muttered inaudibly, "...find that janitor locker is empty."

"Ugh, just how vulgar can you be?" Blossom groaned in disgust.

"Prude."

"Actually, Brick..." Miss Keane's voice was almost mocking, "Today is your lucky day! Elmer Skloo's partner is sick, so you two can work together."

"What!?" Brick grimaced, looking over Elmer, who was too busy shoving a spoonful of white glue down his throat.

"And it means you won't have extra activities with Miss Utonium, since she has enough extra credits to make up for one absence."

Blossom smiled sweetly, like the annoying teacher's pet she was, "Thank you, Miss Keane!" She turned to her counterpart with a smirk, "Have a good class, Brick... Byeee!"

Princess's invitation to "drop by" was not one to turn down. Like Brick had a choice.

He'd barely passed the tall, golden doors when Princess cooed from the top of the stairs.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry you had to stay in that boring class." The heiress batted her eyelashes, waltzing downstairs in a slip golden dress. Face full of makeup, and curls teased into a big, pouffy 80s style. Unfortunately, her boyfriend's reaction was not what she expected.

Brick stared down, "I'm never touching glue again."

He had no time for earthly matters, the things he'd seen... The sparkle in Elmer's eyes as he gorged on glue was not normal, not even strange... It was obscene. To think of the things Elmer must do when he's home alone with his glue was enough to send chills down Brick's spine.

The heiress grimaced at his 20-yard stare, huffing as she stomped the rest of the way down. Not getting attention instantaneously was the biggest turn off for the heiress, and it was frankly embarrassing how Brick hadn't realized that yet.

"Oh?" She snapped a finger that made her butler materialized by Brick's side, "Help yourself."

Brick blinked at the man, before noticing the champagne glass on a silver tray, "Oh! Sweet, thanks, man."

The man remained silent.

Brick jammed a finger at the butler, "Let me know when you're giving him a day off, gonna take him somewhere fun."

The girl crossed her arms with a glare, "No, you aren't." She stated darkly, "And now that my evening plans are ruined, thanks to you, I might as well go with father to the airport."

Brick stared at Princess's back, "Airport? Why-"

"And you're coming!" She shouted over her shoulder.

The RowdyRuff confusedly watched her stomp her way upstairs, "Wha'? No, I ain't-"

"Yes, you ARE!" Princess's yell echoed down the house before she slammed her bedroom door.

Brick winced noticing the butler staring ahead by his side.

The boy cleared his throat, "Hum! Ok, I am! ...But that's 'cuz I want to!" He shouted, turning to the butler with a scoff, "Women, amirite?"

Alfred, the butler, blinked.

"Oncle Eugéne! Quel plaisir!"

Brick watched Princess's dad pulled the boy into a hug, "You didn't tell me your cousin was French."

Princess snorted with disdain, "He's in Switzerland for boarding school." She scoffed, "Guess he's European now. Can't wait to see what his new personality is going to be when he starts Harvard next year."

Brick raised his eyebrows, "Harvard? He's gon' apply-"

"Baby..." The heiress sighed, "Cecil is a Morebucks, and his mom is a Dutch countess. He is going to Harvard."

The boy paused briefly before chuckling, "Yeah, that was my debate class last week."

Princess pursed her lips, looking away, hoping it'd discourage Brick.

"Yeah, did I tell you?" Oh boy, he was about to start... "It was so stupid. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together knows this whole Ivy League shit is..." Princess's eyes bore in all directions as she tuned out from Brick's rant, "...I asked if she was five. You had to see the faces-

"Princé!"

Princess's bored gaze fell on her freckled, smiling cousin. How dare him walk around like that, as if there was a reason to smile.

"Cecil..." She grinned, "I see you forgot how to pronounce words."

Cecil giggled, running a hand across his golden-brown curls, which were so much softer and had a much prettier color than Princess's... as mentioned by every single family member, all the fuckin' time.

"Yeah, you know 'ow I am..." He sighed, "I just start walking places, I meet many people, Princé. I end up picking up their habits, I guess."

Princess yawned loudly, lightly covering her mouth, "So I heard... Cecil." She huffed, carelessly waving to her side, "This is Brick."

Cecil's jaw fell as he seized the RowdyRuff, "Oh... Basketball?"

The RowdyRuff sighed. Oh, how he loved 'wow man you should play basketball!' talks.

"Nah, man. Just regular-"

"You're so tall!" Cecil exclaimed, before looking back at Princess, as if the RowdyRuff couldn't speak for himself, "Your boyfriend?"

Brick instinctively clenched his jaw. Oh, if this guy went to Townsville High he'd make his life a living Hell of hardcore bullying. We're talking drowning this dude in toilet water until he looses the fake French accent.

Princess grinned, grabbing Brick's elbow, "Yes, love at first sight. I mean, we met when we were six, but it was love at the very first sight. It only took a while until..."

Brick's attention turned off with a sigh.

It really should be socially acceptable to punch your girlfriend's relatives.

N/A: Before you yell at me, everybody had that relationship at High School that makes you look back and wonder "wtf?"