"SUGAR; SPICE; EVERYTHING NICE; AND CHEMICAL X. WHO KNEW THESE INGREDIENTS WOULD EVER HOPE TO CREATE THE THREE PERFECT YOUNG LADIES IN TOWNSVILLE!"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY POWERPUFF GIRLS! WHAT AN AMAZING EIGHTEEN YEARS IT HAS BEEN FOR TOWNSVILLE!"
While the TV plays, Brick eye twitches as smoke comes out of his body, veins bulging from the corner of his head.
"Mmm mmm. Look at them, who knows they'll grow up so damn fine," Butch chuckles, licking his sharp teeth as he turns his sights to Brick and Boomer – eyes glued to his phone screen currently texting to who knows what, giggling to himself.
Brick remains unresponsive, squinting his eyes at the girls while Boomer pops his head up and says, "Wait-wait what were we talking about?"
Butch rolls his eyes and snorts, "Damn, who's getting you all giggly over there, Boom?"
Boomer shakes his head while his face reddens. "No one! Just watching some memes is all," Boomer said.
"Memes?"
"Mhm. I'm just bored so I'm watching stupid stuff."
"Lying ass. Let me see then."
As Boomer and Butch talk about stupid ass memes, Brick continues staring at the TV, having ringing in his ears it zones anything out but the voice of the TV.
** BUBBLES! THE HEART OF THE TEAM! BUTTERCUP! THE TOUGHEST FIGHTER IN THE TEAM! AND OF COURSE, HOW COULD WE FORGET THEIR LEADER, THE ONE, THE ONLY, BLOSS- **
Brick eyes snap up – standing tall & big, grabbing the remote, and throwing it straight at the TV in blinding speed, aiming directly at between her eyes; piercing not only through the screen but the wall behind it, destroying the TV outright and creating a large crater on the wall.
Brick huffs and puffs as more smoke coming off his body at a dangerous rate as it alerts the smoke detectors on the ceilings. Boomer and Butch blankly stared at Brick barely able to keep himself together, coughing to themselves.
"Brick," Boomer said, scruffing his brows and points at the TV. "What the heck man!"
"Yeah bruh, that was the third fucking TV this month!," Butch says.
Brick inhales, closing his eyes, and exhales slowly, slowing down the smoke from his body as he turns to the boys.
"Bro?..," Butch said in a concerned tone, standing up significantly taller, yet leaner than Brick.
"Somethings got to change," Brick said, clenching his fists – well, would, if he had any fingers in the first place.
"Change? I thought we agreed on –"
"No, I'm not talking about being villains again. Those days are over with, done. But, we have to do something else. Anything but living in this shit-hole," Brick said, cutting Boomer off.
"Aii? What are you suggesting then?," Butch says, crossing his arms; Boomer tilts his head.
"Hear me out, hear me out… What if, the newly renowned Rowdy Ruff Boys fight as… Newly changed superheroes."
Rowdy-Ruff Boys X (Intermission #1)
The two burst out laughing, staring at each other then back to Brick – only to laugh harder. Brick rolls his eyes and sighs, "What the hell is so funny?"
Butch closes his eyes and bubbles his mouth before locking in, smirking while heavily breathing while Boomer covers his mouth and nodding – they stare at each other again and begin chuckling louder than before.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want but I know we can be better than those damn girls," Brick said.
Butch raises an eyebrow and snorts, "We? We in what? You speak French?"
"We as in us."
"Us? USA?," Boomer said.
"No! Listen, we're clearly stronger and bigger than them. They're all even smaller than Boomer," Brick said, causing Butch to snort again, staring at Boomer.
"Oh c'mon man, really?," Boomer said in an annoyed tone.
"No, for real, listen. We're definitely stronger, faster, and bigger than all of them."
"In theory, even if we were, that's kinda all we have over them," Boomer said, shrugging his shoulders.
"What do they have over us?"
"Education, money, support," Boomer quickly responded.
"And experience. They've been doing this hero shit before we came out of toilets," Butch continued.
"They also have a dad with a city that loves them. We also have very terrible criminal records so it makes it even worse for us-" Boomer added on until Brick pointed at him, cutting him off.
"Then we go into another city and be heroes there," Brick said.
"Another city? Bruh, can we even be heroes," Butch said. "I mean, we were born and immediately tried catching the girls' fades and almost killed them. Are we even capable of switching that up all of a sudden?"
"We will. Trust," Brick said. "We just have to put in the effort and we'll be better than the girls in no time."
"Look man, we know you hate women and all but where would we even find a city like Townsville," Boomer said.
"I don't hate women dude. I love women, I grew out of that… I just hate these three specifically, and when I mean three, I mean just that one."
"Holy shit bruh! Don't start talking like Mojo right now," Butch said. Brick smacked his lips and scoffed, "Shut up, Butch and fuck you, Boom."
"What?! Why cuss me out? What did I do?," Boomer said, shocked.
"You trying to say I was a sexist, so fuck you and him too."
"Feelings mutual," Butch snorted.
"I mean, it's not my fault for assuming. You really hate those Powerpuff Girls."
Brick angrily yet quietly groans to himself. "Again, I love women. I don't even hate the two that much beside that bitch but… I just can't stand her," Brick says.
"Who? Bloss-"
"Don't you say her dumbass name," Brick said, cutting off Boomer immediately as veins begin to appear on his head.
"Damn! Not even her name," Butch chuckled – Boomer chuckles with him.
"Dude… Okay, very cool guys, get all your hee-hee & ha-ha out and listen, are you in?"
Boomer yawns and shrugs, saying, "Sure, why not. It'll probably be fun."
Butch, however, shakes his head; "Where the hell do we even find a city? Again, I don't know if we are capable of doing this hero shit," Butch said. "I feel like we should just let them deal with the hero shit. We're better off being bad guys again."
"Butch, shut that shit up. We are going to be better than them."
"Brick…"
"Butch. Just trust me in this, I know you can be better than them alone. You both can, I know it. I sense it, I feel it," Brick says, before pondering over what he said. "Pause, but you get what I am saying."
Butch sighs, staring at Boomer who gives a nervous smile back and shrugs. Butch stares back at Brick rolls his eyes, "Aii. I'm in, but don't expect me to act like some comic book hero."
"I don't. Now, we need a city, right," Brick said, putting his non-existent finger under his chin while pondering to himself. "We need a city that has a pretty sizeable crime rate… Hmm. There is Pettysville…"
"I heard that town was worse than there," Boomer said, showing photos of Citiesville on his phone. Brick looks over the photos and nods his head.
"Pettysville it is! Butch, you think we should -"
"Hell yeah. I love ignorance and that city definitely has full of it," Butch says, popping his knuckles with a sinister smile on his face.
"That's what I am talking about Butch. Pack up your shit, we're moving," Brick says, nodding. "I swear, we won't be good heroes today or tomorrow but one day we will surpass them. Trust."
"Aii bruh, we get it. Don't turn into a motivational speaker now."
"Fuck you. Go and get changed already."
"That's the Brick we know," Boomer chuckles, putting his phone up to zoom into his room to pack – Butch and Brick does the same.
Time goes by as Butch waits outside doomscrolling on his phone alongside Brick – who groans and shakes his head; he barely blinks as smoke comes out of his body waiting for Boomer who seems to be taking a millennium to come out by now.
"What the hell is he doing in there? It's been an hour," Brick snaped, having orange sparks coming out of his body as his eyes begin to twitch.
"I dunno – he must be masterbating or some shit," Butch said, continuing to scroll to buy time. Brick slowly turned to Butch with a perplexed look on his face – Butch turned up and returned the same perplexed look.
"What?"
"What do you mean what?"
"What? Is it something I said or some shit?"
"You talking about masterbation dude. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I mean like, you asked me what he was doing. I said I dunno."
"Dude. Why would say some out-of-pocket shit like that?"
"It was a joke bruh, damn. I dunno what he doing but he doing something bruh. I dunno."
Brick fully turns his whole body and makes more confused expressions on his face. "What?," Brick said, raising his tone.
"Bruh, what? Hope off bruh, damn. I didn't even say anything that crazy."
Brick shook his head and turned back to the door. "Just shut up dude. You're saying some dumbass shit right now," Brick said, causing Butch to snort.
"Bruh. I said I dunno what he doing but I know he is doing something. Why would you ask me anyway-"
"Shut up, dude. Shut up."
Butch puts his face on his phone and starts chuckling to himself as Brick rolled his eyes.
"It was a meme on the phone. I swear I ain't laughing at you," Butch snorted, laughing again after saying that which causes Brick to release more smoke from his body.
"Yeah yeah, hee hee & haa haa all you want but we'll see who's laughing when I shove that dumbass meme down your fucking throat," Brick said.
Butch laughed even harder, unable to hold it in after seeing Brick getting more frustrated.
"Bruh, what?"
"You heard what I said."
"You really tryna fight right now?"
Brick snaps to Butch, small flames erupting his fists. "Swing," Brick responded.
Butch puts up his phone and chuckles, "Aii bruh. What's up then?"
As Brick and Butch get ready to pull up their pants and get ready to squabble, Boomer comes walking out of the house with his bags; seeing his brothers about to fight, he sighs, "Seriously? Again? You guys just fought last week. What is it about this time?"
Butch and Brick stare at Boomer with a neutral, somewhat irritated face as they begin stretching and getting ready to pick up their stuff.
"Forget that. What took you so damn long?," Brick said.
"Yeah. Motherfucker we don't live at a spa. What the hell was you doing?," Butch added.
Boomer snorts and shows his bags; "I was getting my stuff, y'know," Boomer said.
"No… I don't know. You always take so long when we are about to head out like a girl," Brick said, crossing his arms and squinting at him. "You got something to tell us?"
"No! No, I was just making sure I got everything I need."
"Dude, we're poor."
"No. We are not broke. We're in a state of insufficient funds."
"Boomer… Butch wearing a wifebeater shirt with short jeans and dirty ass shoes. I am wearing the same hoodie and cap I've been wearing for months now. Besides you, we don't speak insufficient funds; we speak broke."
"No. It's about the mindset, Brick, remember that," Boomer says proudly. "Remember that."
Brick and Butch stare directly at Boomer's eyes with a stern, almost disappointed look on their faces.
"What the fuck does that mean, Boomer," Butch said.
"It means if I put my mind into it! I can accomplish anything so if I dream about being rich, then I'll be rich! Same as believing we could be good heroes," Boomer said, confidently smiling while nodding.
Brick facepalms and sighs, "Fine. Whatever, look, are you two ready?"
"Yup," Boomer and Butch said in unison.
"Bet. C'mon then," Brick said, taking a step – they follow and-
"Alright, we're here," Brick said.
"Huh," Butch said.
"Yeah, we're here."
"What do you mean we're here? We just took a step," Boomer said, looking at the ground and seeing a red line marked on the floor behind them.
"Yeah it was a step away. That's it. We're heroes in this new city."
"Pettysville was just a step border away?," Boomer
"Yeah. What? You guys didn't know?," Brick chuckled as he turned around and walked off. Butch and Boomer looked at each other before shrugging – following Brick into the city.
As they advanced deeper into the city, Boomer's eyes widened – immediately covering his nose from the dreadful scent in the air as if he was inhaling cigarette smoke, feces, and urine. Butch immediately started smacking his arms and shoulders from feeling sudden taps on his skin, continually tapping here or there like a swarm of mosquitoes were out to get him, which caused him to give off a little smile and shake a bit uncontrollably.
Brick kept walking with his chin low but guard high, with his hands inside his pockets closely watching his surroundings, yet all he sees nothing but cracks, trash, and homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk as small smoke came out his body, although in he sees industrial plants and even the big Pettysville bank itself looking exceptionally clean compared to the other buildings that looks like an apocalyptic wasteland.
"Wait. H-how did it turn dark outside so fast? We just took a couple of steps. It's not even past 12 yet," Boomer said, constantly watching over his back, seeing people squint their eyes at him unpleasantly.
"Means this city gets active! I love that shit!," Butch excitedly yells, chuckling and walking with a genuine smile on his face. "You're right, big bro. We should've been left Townsville!"
"I-I don't think that is a good thing, Butch," Boomer said.
"Of course it is. WE love shit like this… Or used to. I forgot how soft you gotten, Boom."
"I haven't gotten soft! I-I just don't think messing with a city like this is… is… Wise. E-Especially since we're just going cold turkey and winging it without any experience of being a hero."
"Especially since we're just going cold turkey and winging it without any experience of being a hero," Butch mockingly repeated back in a horrible Boomer impression. "Y'know what I hear, I hear the bitch coming out of your mouth. This is exactly how dudes with NO HOES talk."
"Hey! I can talk smoothly with women."
"Then where are they? I don't see one."
"I don't show but I definitely pull."
"Pull?! I see wasted potential! You got everything yet you don't talk… Besides height!"
"I do pull! There is no wasted potential about me and I don't talk because I don't want to… Also I am 5'10 in a HALF! That is like 175-ish centimeters! Not short at all"
"You don't talk because you're scared of females. You are scaring the hoes away bruh."
"I actually GOT - Wait a minute, women have nothing to do with this! I think this city is still above our skill level right now, I think even the Powerpuff Girls would struggle to handle this city," Boomer said, watching a gang nearby blasting vulgar music while speaking in slangs only Butch would most likely know. "I-I think our best hope is to ask the three superwomen for help, y'know."
Brick snaps his chin up – immediately stops walking, turns to Boomer, and says, "I think we're fine without needing any help from those obviously weaker than us, especially from girls."
Boomer gets his hands up and widens his eyes, "My fault man. I forgot you're sensitive about topics like that," Boomer said. Brick's right eye twitches as smoke flows out from his fists more but takes one good look at Boomer again and sighs, turning around and continuing his walk.
"Damn bruh. You called this man sensitive and got away with it," Butch snorted as Boomer responded with a shrug as they continue following Brick along this stupid ass cit-
*BANG BANG BANG!*
Shots can be heard from the depths of the city as it immediately wakes up Brick, hearing police sirens and helicopters flying over them. Alerting the boys immediately. Brick turned his cap – Boomer looked at the helicopters in shock – and Butch chuckled and popped his knuckles, unintentionally shaking.
"Was those gun shots?!," Boomer said before Butch instantly started zooming to where he heard the gunshots. Brick squinted his eyes; "Damn right, it is. Time to do our first mission as heroes," Brick said, blasting off after Butch.
As Boomer was left alone, he nearly gave chase but stopped to see two suspicious masked men strolling through the streets to infiltrate the Pettysville bank, all coincidentally after the gunshots were made. Turning to his brothers flying off, sighing, then sneaking off behind alleyways to watch over the two men.
To Be Contiuned . . .