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Experiment 001: I Throw My Toys Around by Yay Ninja Bob

The Rowdyruff Boys were sitting around Mojo Jojo's kitchen table, nursing various wounds from their last encounter with the Powerpuff Girls. Just then, Mojo walked to the table and coughed to get their attention.

"Excuse me boys. But your... er... whatever HIM is and I just finished discussing your latest failure to defeat those accursed Powerpuffs. We have come to the conclusion that a lack of discipline might be a factor in your current losing streak."

"Discipline?" Brick asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Correct. Whenever those sickly sweet girls act out their creator/father, the equally accursed Professor Utonium, is quick to discipline so as to ensure it does not happen again. Therefore, perhaps if I, Mojo Jojo, were to discipline you three whenever you lost to the Powerpuff Girls, it would motivate you to not lose again and not get disciplined again. So from now on, every you are defeated you will be punished."

"P-p-punished?" Boomer started sweating.

"Pft, don't worry Boomer. How's Mojo gonna punish US?" Butch thumbed where his nose would be if he had one. Mojo just smiled and rubbed his hands.

"Ah yes, I too wondered about that. Then HIM came up with the perfect punishment. A penalty that will not only drive you to avoid future failure, but also further fuel your drive to destroy the Powerpuffs. Every time those little goody-goody do-gooders get the best of you, you will subjected to... BAD POWERPUFF GIRLS FANFICTION!"

"Bad Powerpuff Girls fanfiction? NNNNOOOOO!" The Rowdyruffs cried out together.

"Yes. And since you were defeated today, you will face your first punishment TODAY! Now all of you, into the viewing room, scoot!" Mojo Jojo dramatically pointed to a door labeled "Viewing Room". The RowdyRuff Boys grumbled as they floated inside the special powers-gained-from-Chemical-X-proof room.

*** BEGINNING EXPERIMENT 001***

>I Throw My Toys Around

Butch: I throw MY toys at Boomer.

>A/N: I’ve never been that big a BlossomxButtercup shipper, but I can’t help but think of
>those two whenever I hear No Doubt’s song, “I Throw My Toys Around.” The more I
>listen to the song, the more the pairing grows on me. So I decided to write a one-shot,
>inspired by the song. I hope you all enjoy it.

Brick: Yeah... I may have flunked geography, but I'm pretty sure Townsville isn't in rural Arkansas.

>It was just 7:22 PM-- just twenty-two minutes after the Powerpuff Girls’ curfew.

Butch: It was now too late for the antidote to the poison he slipped in their drinks.

>Professor Utonium paced back and forth, checking his wrist watch every seven or eight
>seconds. Twenty-two minutes. It didn’t seem like all that much time to the average man,

Boomer: Unless you're line for the bathroom.

>but this was twenty-two minutes that his green-eyed little girl had been missing.
>Buttercup was always been the daughter he worried about the most. She was fearless,
>and she always managed to get into all sorts of trouble. It was just her nature-- he
>understood this. Kids were all different from one another. While Blossom was the
>perfect princess, and Bubbles was the kind-hearted, sweetie pie, Buttercup was a rowdy,

Brick: -ruff? Eh, she's almost got the right attitude, I guess. But she's missing some vital "equipment".

>tomboy, always ready for a fight. It was bad enough that the Professor’s precious little
>girls had to risk their lives as crime fighters; that had him apprehensive enough as it was.

Boomer: Everyday he lived in fear that they'd find out what he was REALLY making in his lab.

>But Buttercup went beyond battles with crooks and monsters. She challenged anyone
>who looked at her wrong. While he admired his daughter’s strength, it still worried him
>that one day she’d pick a fight she wouldn’t be able to win. There was many a villain in
>Townsville who wanted to see his baby girl hurt or worse. She was only fourteen. No
>father should ever see his child die before him, but this was the Professor’s biggest
>nightmare and concern with his ever bold and fearless Buttercup.

Brick: The loss of merchandise revenue would be crippling.

>At long last, it was 7:23 PM when the green eyed Puff came through the front door. “I
>know, I know,” Buttercup muttered, closing the door behind her. “I’m late.”

Boomer: For a very important date.

>“You know?” the Professor repeated. He firmly crossed his arms. “Did you know how
>worried sick I was? I was beginning to think something terrible had happened to you,
>Buttercup! How many times have I told you to phone home if you are going to be late?
>And just why are you late, young lady?”

Brick: I got sucked into a jet engine.

>Buttercup just shrugged her shoulders. She had no reason. She was hanging out at her
>friend’s Mitch’s place. They played video games and it lasted longer than she realized.
>“Dunno,” she answered simply.

Boomer: Ooh, even I know better than to give THAT answer.

>The Professor shook his head, not able to believe his daughter’s complete disregard for
>her own father’s feelings and concerns. He opened his mouth to give the usual
>command, but already found his daughter obediently carrying out the sentence she had
>been so used to getting after rule-breaking:

Butch: Into the viper pit. NOW young lady.

>Straight to her room, with no TV, no computer and no video games until further notice.

Brick: Aw, weak! That's all she gets for breaking curfew while WE have to sit through this crud just for losing one crummy fight? I call shenanigans.

>“Another lecture, another day,” she muttered as she slowly floated up the stairs and to
>her and her sisters’ bedroom.

Boomer: I gotta stop putting off buying that shotgun.

>When she entered the room, she found her sister Bubbles laying on the floor and
>drawing. She was just the same as she was nine or ten years ago-- always drawing

Brick: Stuff that makes Picasso's paintings look realistic.

>pictures. Buttercup looked around the room: “Hey, where’s Blossom?” she asked her
>blue eyed sister.

Butch: Meeting with her parole officer.

>“The library,” Bubbles answered without looking up from her picture.

Boomer: Li...bra...ry?

Brick: A place with a bunch of books everywhere. It's actually kind of cool. I'll take you there when we're done. It's a great place for wreaking havoc.

>“The library?” Buttercup repeated. She made her way over to the large bed her and her
>sisters still shared. She threw herself onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling as she

Boomer: Started seeing all these pretty colors.

>lay on her back. “How the heck is she at the library when it’s past curfew?” Buttercup
>huffed.

Brick: So she can sneak out without anyone she knows seeing her stack of yaoi manga.

>“Professor doesn’t know.” Bubbles sat down her pencil and looked up at her angry
>sister. “Don’t tell him. She’ll be right back. She just needs to pick up this book she
>wants--”

Brick: About boys who look like girls.

>“Like hell, I’m not gonna tell him. That goody-goody’s caught this time!” the green
>Puff jumped from the bed, intending to go inform the Professor about Blossom’s rule-
>breaking.

Boomer: Professor! Blossom broke my rule!

>Bubbles stood from the floor and jumped in front of her sister. “Don’t!” she pleaded.
>“She’ll be back soon! She’s only been gone for three minutes!”

Butch: So now the pizza is free!

>“You can’t be serious, Bubbles!” Buttercup argued. “She’s breaking the rules! I broke
>the rules, and I got grounded for it as usual! Every time this happens! We do the same
>crap and I’m the only one who gets in trouble! It ain’t fair and I’m gonna tell the
>Professor right now!” Buttercup gave a tug on one of her sister’s blonde pigtails. “Now
>get outta my way!”

Rowdyruff Boys: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

>The blue Puff yelped out in pain as Buttercup pulled on her hair: “Professor!
>Buttercup’s being mean!”

Boomer: So what else is new?

>“Am not!”

>“Are too!”

Brick: Sorry folks. But that last part just sounded stupid enough on its' own. It didn't need our help.

Butch: Hey, who are you talking to?

>“Buttercup!” yelled the Professor from downstairs. “Behave yourself!”

Boomer: Don't make me get the hose again!

>“But Professor!” Buttercup yelled back.

Brick: A duck's brain in a goat's body? It'll never work!

>“Do you want to be grounded this whole weekend, young lady?” the Professor
>threatened.

Butch: In the Room of Fire?

>Buttercup gritted her teeth. She gave her sister’s pigtail one last, hard yank and then
>retreated back to lying on the bed. “Get out of here, would ya?” she grumbled.

Boomer: And take your stupid stuffed cephalopod with you.

>“This is my room, too!” Bubbles protested, sticking out her tongue at her sister, who
>didn’t see it because her attention was on the ceiling again.

Brick: It was a seriously good trip.

>“Yeah, well, you can draw any place you want! While me? -- I gotta stick here and stay
>here! And I want some privacy for once, alright? So just do me a favor and move to
>some other room, alright?”

Butch: Like maybe the room where the Professor keeps his oily rags, gas cans, and collectible match books.

>Bubbles sighed, and thought it was best not to argue with her sister. She saw that the
>green eyed teenager was already cracking her knuckles. That meant she was about ready

Boomer: To cut the cheese.

>to explode from anger any moment then. Bubbles collected her artwork and drawing
>materials, and left the room without any other word.

Butch: And went straight to the knife drawer.

>As soon as Bubbles was out of the room, Buttercup made a grab for the closest stuff
>animal that sat on Bubbles’ side of the bed. She threw it forcefully against the opposite
>wall. “Stupid sisters!” she cursed to herself. “Stupid Professor!” she muttered as she

Boomer: Wondered if she should go join a serious crime fighting team, like the Rescue Rangers.

>flung another plush animal. She kept on throwing stuffed animals, until she successfully
>hit the light switch on the wall, making the room dark, which was the way she liked it.

Brick: Darkness is my friend. Want to read my lame poetry?

>There was a full moon outside, and it illuminated the bedroom in a soft glow. Buttercup
>turned onto her side and watched the night sky threw one of the large, rounded windows

Butch: And turned into a werewolf.

>in the bedroom. She breathed hard, as she tried to get control of her anger. She began
>counting the stars in the sky as a method to calm her nerves. She had counted about
>twenty-six stars when Blossom arrived, blocking her view of the night sky as she
>climbed through the window.

Boomer: With her five-foot-wide badunkadunk.

>“Why is it so dark in here?” the pink Puff asked as she sat down several books on the
>nightstand beside the bed.

Brick: Light bulbs fear your face.

>“Because I like it this way,” Buttercup griped in reply.

Butch: Now leave me alone, I'm trying to cut myself here.

>“Jeez,” Blossom breathed. “Now why are you so grumpy?” She made her way over to
>the light switch and flipped the lights back on.

Boomer: Not knowing there was a gas leak in the house.

>Buttercup let out a loud groan. “Ugh!” she sat up and glared at her sister. “Leave them
>off!” she tossed a stuffed animal at her sister, who ducked down just in time to miss the
>attack.

Brick: Incidentally, the toy in question was, in fact, a duck.

>“This is my room, too, Buttercup!” Blossom said placing her hands on her hips firmly.
>“And I have some reading to do, so I need the lights on.” She walked over to nightstand
>again and pulled open the top drawer and pulled out her reading glasses. She placed the
>things on and then picked up one of the books she had just checked out in the library.

Brick: The one where Yoji has his way with Omi.

>Buttercup moaned again, falling backwards onto her back once more. “I’m sick of
>hearing that! I want my own room!” she grabbed the pillow from behind her head and
>pulled it in front of her face. “I want my own room! I want my own room! I WANT MY
>OWN ROOM!” she screamed into the pillow.

Boomer: What do you expect me to do about it? I'm just a pillow.

>Blossom rolled her eyes at her sister’s muffled temper tantrum. “Oh, stop complaining,
>you big baby.” Truthfully, Blossom could relate to her sister. They were fourteen and
>becoming young adults. They really should have had their own bedrooms by then.

Boomer: But since Professor Utonium was the cheapest father in the history of cheap fathers, that simply wasn't going to happen.

>Buttercup removed the pillow from her face and sat up. “And my own bed!” she
>continued to complain. She grabbed another stuff animal and shook it in the air. “A bed
>without all this baby shit on it!”

Brick: Uh... Nah, this one's too easy.

Butch: That it is.

>she flung the toy to the ground forcefully. “I’m sick of the Professor treating us like
>babies! I’m sick of him giving you special treatment! I’m sick of it all!”

Boomer: Any minute now I swear I'm gonna do my Linda Blair impersonation!

>“Special treatment?” Blossom gaped. “It’s not my fault that you’re such a barbarian all
>the time!”

Brick: Tell me Buttercup, what is best in life?

Butch: To crush your enemies! To see them driven before you! And hear the lamentations of their women!

>Buttercup rolled her eyes. “Oh, please!” she sneered. “Don’t look so innocent, Miss
>Goody-Goody! Have you checked the time, hmm?”

Boomer: It's Miller Time!

>Blossom blinked at her sister. “That’s different. I was at the library. It’s not like I broke
>any rule for no good reason at all!”

Brick: A girl's got her needs, like looking at two boys who look like girls making out like there's no tomorrow.

>“You can’t be serious!” Buttercup yelled. She had run out of ammo on the bed, so she

Butch: Started throwing rocks.

>got up and made her way to the three foot tall heap of stuffed animals in the corner of
>the room. She picked up a stuffed bear and tossed it at her sister. “You’re so un-
>freaking-believable! What makes the library an exception to the rules?!”

Boomer: Cause' I'm Princess High-and-mighty-told-you-so-boss-of-the-world and I said so.

>Blossom dodged her sister’s throw. “Stop throwing things!” she yelled.

Brick: Let me read my Japanese gay porn in peace!

>Buttercup didn’t listen and continued to chuck toy after toy at her sister.

Butch: Then she remembered she could shoot lasers out of her eyes.

>“Buttercup, cut it out!” Blossom’s patience was diminishing. Finally, after being hit in
>the face several times by stuffed animal after stuffed animal, Buttercup had succeeded
>in knocking her reading glasses of her head. They fell to the floor, and the left lens

Brick: Exploded.

>popped out of place. This was enough to send Blossom over the edge. She lurched at
>her sister and tackled her to the ground. “You broke my glasses, you inconsiderate
>monster!”

Boomer: You brute, you brute, you vicious brute!

>The two sisters wrestled on the floor

Brick + Boomer: ECW! ECW!

Butch: The chair! Give her the chair!

>for some time before their father interrupted. “Girls! Girls! Cut this out right now!”

Boomer: I told you to wait until I got the camera ready!

>Buttercup released her grip on Blossom’s hair and Blossom ceased pinching her sister
>on the arms. “Professor, Buttercup was throwing things at me and she broke my reading
>glasses!” Blossom immediately snitched.

Butch: Well in all fairness those glasses made you look like a dork anyway.

>“Blossom just got home five minutes ago! She was at the stinking library after curfew!”
>Buttercup snitched as well.

Brick: And wait until you see what she got there!

Boomer: DUDE! Cut it out with the yaoi manga jokes.

Butch: They're not funny anymore.

Brick: Humph, says you two.

>Suddenly the Professor found himself caught between a screaming war of two siblings.

Butch: His head exploded. The end.

Mojo Jojo: No such luck.

>Both Buttercup and Blossom yelled insult after insult at one another. With every remark,
>came an increasing volume in their voices. “Girl! GIRLS!” the Professor yelled loud
>enough to get their shouting to stop. “Bed. Both of you.”

Brick: Ah bed, the classic escape for lazy parents.

>The two sisters watched their dad march out of the room angrily, shutting off the lights
>on his way out. They stared at each other, each of them still out of breath from their

Boomer: Tuba practice.

>fight. Buttercup scowled at her sister and then turned and headed for the closet to get
>her pajamas.

Butch: Triggering the trap Bubbles left behind.

>Blossom sighed heavily and went to the vanity set. She sat down in front of the mirror
>and stared at her reflection for a while. Her hair was a mess and her red bow was

Brick: As ugly as ever.

>crooked on her head. She stared at the bow and suddenly felt a wave of extreme rage fill
>her. She tore the ribbon from her head and tossed it forcefully across the other room.

Butch: Crushing a poor innocent dust mite.

>Buttercup, who had just taken her green dress off, stared at her sister, a little bit
>surprised by her action. She usually was one to let things go after an argument. Also,
>her bow was something she never treated so harshly before. She blinked at her sister,
>who still glared at her own reflection. “B-blossom?” she stuttered as she stood there in
>her green underwear and sports bra, sensing something wrong with her sister.

Mojo Jojo:... Boys, I have just noticed a sudden stop in the somewhat inappropriate yet very amusing commentary you have been making to voice your displeasure and slash or maintain your sanity. Is everything all right in there?

Brick: OH! Uh, yeah Mojo, we're fine. We just lost our train of thought for a second.

>Blossom kept staring at her reflection with extreme hatred in her eyes. Next, she tore off
>her heart hair clip that had always held her hair back. She flung that across the room as
>well, with an even greater force. She then opened the side drawer in the vanity and

Boomer: Got out her liquor stash.

>pulled out all other red bows and hair clips and tossed them, one by one, across the
>room.

Butch: She was promptly arrest by the EPA for rampant littering.

>Buttercup stood silent, watching her sister in confusion.

Brick: But then again, Buttercup watches everything in confusion.

>“You’re right,” Blossom said after a few moments of silence. “You’re completely right,
>Buttercup.”

Butch: Butch IS the handsomest Rowdyruff.

Brick: Don't think you won't pay for that later.

>“Right about what?”

Boomer: Bubbles being a sissy.

>“The Professor. He treats us like such little kids!” Blossom exclaimed. She looked over
>her shoulder at her sister and then returned her gaze to the mirror. “Who wears a bow?”

Brick: Strippers?

Boomer: Easy cheerleaders?

Butch: Senators who think they're alone?

>she shook her head. “Five-year-olds! That’s who!”

Rowdyruff Boys: Oh.

>“Hey, I’ve been trying to warn you about that for years now,” Buttercup couldn’t help
>but laugh a little.

Boomer: At how stupid this fic was getting.

>“And seven o’clock? What kind of curfew is that? No other fourteen-year-old on the >planet has that as a curfew!”

Brick: Well no other fourteen-year-old has a father thinks it's still the 1950's either.

>“Dude, that’s what I’ve always said!”

Butch: Whoever smelt it, dealt it. It's that simple.

>Blossom turned and looked at her sister. “I know.”

Boomer: I'm a lousy excuse for a superhero.

>“You never back me up though,” Buttercup reminded her. “Suck-up…” she muttered
>underneath her breath, but Blossom could still hear it.

Brick: And so began her new career as a living vacuum cleaner. The end.

Mojo Jojo: Try that again and I will make this a double feature.

>“I know,” Blossom lowered her head in shame.

Boomer: Bad Blossom! Bad Powerpuff Girl! No biscuit! Bad!

>Buttercup blinked at her sister again, not understanding why the insult didn’t affect her
>as it usually did.

Butch: So she tried an even dirtier one.

>Blossom looked down at her simple pink dress, with the single black stripe. She and her
>sisters had been wearing the uniform all their lives. She stood up from the vanity and
>pulled the dress off, up and over her head. She tossed that, too, but not with the anger
>she had thrown the other objects with. “I’m sick of these dumb dresses, too,” she
>frowned at Buttercup.

Brick: Hey guys, snap out of it! There's still more to go.

Boomer: OK, OK already.

>“You’re sick of ‘em?” Buttercup raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Try playin’
>football in ‘em.” She kicked off her Mary-Jane styled, shiny black shoes. “And these!”
>she gestured at the girly footwear.

Butch: You know how hard it is find cleats for these?

>Blossom kicked off her shoes, as well. “Exactly! Yes!” she exclaimed. She looked up at
>her sister again and clapped her hands together. “That’s it!” she said. “Tomorrow we are
>demanding a change around here! We are demanding to be treated as women from this
>moment on! We are not little girls anymore!” Blossom placed her hands on her hips and
>gave a firm, confident nod.

Rowdyruff Boys: ~I am Woman. Hear me roar. In numbers too big to ignore.~

>“Hell yeah!” Buttercup pumped her fist into the air.

Brick: If you want to see me and Blossom completely overreact to a relatively mild punishment, give me a "HELL YEAH"!

Boomer + Butch: HELL YEAH!

>Just then, the girls grew silent as they could hear their father’s approaching footsteps.

Butch: Accompanied by the revving of a chainsaw.

>“Girls, you better be in bed,” he said as he passed by the closed door to their room.

Boomer: And got red flagged for making an illegal pass.

>Blossom and Buttercup looked at each other, and waited for the sound of their dad’s
>footsteps to disappear, before moving again.

Brick: Whew! That was close. Quick, read me the safe combination.

>Blossom sat back down at her vanity set again. She frowned at her reflection. “You
>really think I’m a goody-goody?” she asked Buttercup.

Butch: Like I think milk is a white beverage.

>“Yeah,” Buttercup answered honestly.

Boomer: You really do look like the mutant freak child of Raggedy Ann.

>Blossom shot a glare at her sister.

Brick: And fried her to a crisp.

>“What? You are!” Buttercup said.

Boomer: But don't worry. A good butt-kicking should fix that.

>Blossom pulled open a drawer and pulled out a brush and a pair of scissors. “Oh yeah?”

Butch: Oh yeah! NOW we're getting somewhere!

Brick: I doubt it.

>she raised an eyebrow at her sister. She took a handful of her long, red hair and snipped
>off a good eight inches with the scissors.

Butch: Awww.

Brick: Told ya.

>“Holy crap!” Buttercup exclaimed. “What the heck are you doing?!”

Boomer: Throwing any pretense of being in character out the window.

>“Rebelling,” Blossom smiled, continuing to hack away at her hair.

Butch: Cool! Does that mean we can put the Professor in a guillotine?

>“Dude, rebel a little more carefully!” Buttercup watched horrified as her sister chopped
>off her hair, without any attempt at being even or tasteful.

Brick: In other words, just like Buttercup's.

>“Oh, don’t be such a goody-goody, Buttercup,” Blossom laughed. She continued to snip
>away at her hair. It felt freeing. She had only kept her hair so long because the Professor
>said he liked it like that. It was the same reason behind why her appearance hadn’t
>changed at all in almost ten years. Her and her sisters were stuck in the same, baby
>room, in the same baby clothes, with the same baby rules because the Professor refused

Boomer: To buy anything that didn't come from the bargain bin.

>to acknowledge that she and her sisters were becoming women. Well, it was time he
>faced reality. Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles may have the same wardrobe, but their
>figures had gotten curvier and fuller in those little girl clothes.

Brick: Especially since Bubbles took up competitive pie eating.

>“Get the back for me,” Blossom handed the scissors to her sister.

Butch: Oh I'll get the back alright...

Brick: Give it up Butch.

>Buttercup took the scissors and shook her head at her sister. “Girl, you’re hair’s just as
>short as mine now. You realize that?” Blossom just giggled in reply as her sister evened
>out her hair for her.

Boomer: Just like she did in "The Mane Event".

>“Why don’t you do yours next?” Blossom asked as Buttercup finished with her hair.
>The redhead’s hair was now barely shoulder length, when it previously fell just below
>her waist. “I know you’ve always wanted it cut short like a boy’s. Let’s do it now.”

Brick: It's OK, I've been practicing with Ms. Keane's cat.

>“Are you crazy? The Professor would kill me.”

Butch: All the more reason to do it then.

>“Oh, don’t be so over dramatic!” the pink Puff stood up from her chair. “Now sit down.
>Rebel.”

Brick: And tell me the location of your secret base!

>Buttercup smirked at her sister and sat down at the vanity. Blossom took the scissors
>and began trimming about four inches off her sister’s bobbed haircut, so that it now
>only fell as low as her ears. As Blossom cut Buttercup’s hair, Buttercup watched her
>sister in the mirror. She looked different with her new hair. And from the way the light
>of the moon shown on her body, still only dressed in her pink underwear and sports bra,

Boomer: Brick? Are you... drooling?

Brick: Um, nooooo....

>she began to realize just how much she and her sisters had grown up. It seemed like
>only yesterday that their old hairdos and dresses were appropriate for them. She realized

Butch: Now was the time to strike.

>then how ridiculous their matured selves must have looked in those outfits. They were
>teenagers now-- young women. Just looking at her sister, Buttercup guessed that
>Blossom’s breasts had to have been at least a C-cup, while her own breasts had grown
>to be B’s.

Brick: The biggest breasts of all, however, belong to Big Billy.

>“Aww,” Blossom smiled at Buttercup’s new hair. “You look cute,” she giggled.

Boomer: In an Addams Family kind of way.

>Buttercup looked at her reflection and ran her fingers through her hair. “Looks good,”
>she grinned.

Butch: If nothing else, Buttercup knew better than to criticize an ego maniac with a pair of scissors.

>It was Blossom’s turn to realize her sister’s body. It was rare that they saw each other in
>their underwear. When they got dressed and undressed, it was usually done in a quick

Brick: Three Stooges style collision.

>flash of green, pink or blue light. This was the first time the sisters had just lounged
>around in nothing but their panties, and it was certainly the first time either of them saw
>another girl’s body that exposed.

Boomer: Whoah, I KNOW that's wrong. I've never seen it myself, thankfully, but I happen to know those Powerpuffs almost ALWAYS take their baths together.

>Buttercup noticed Blossom’s stare. “What is it?” she blinked at her sister.

Brick: There's this big ugly thing on your fac- Oh, wait, that IS your face. Sorry.

>Blossom just smiled. “Nothing. You look nice.”

Rowdyruff Boys: Huh?

>Buttercup smiled too, and looked up at her sister from where she still sat on the chair.
>“So do you,” she said.

Brick: Say Mojo, who picked this fanfic, you or HIM?

Mojo Jojo: HIM. He... I mean she... I mean whatever HIM is has far more free time than I ever will.

>They were both quiet for several moments as they just smiled at each other. Slowly each
>girl’s eyes fell on her sister’s body again. They both blushed after realizing their own
>stares and awkwardly looked away from one another.

Boomer: This is getting kind of wrong, even by Rowdyruff standards.

>“Guess we should go to bed,” Buttercup said climbing to her feet after a few minutes of
>awkward silence between her and Blossom.

Butch: Didn't think I'd be saying this, but yes! PLEASE!

>“Bed?” Blossom blinked. “No! It’s barely even eight o’clock, and besides, we’re not
>done rebelling yet!”

Brick: We still have to take Bubbles hostage and send the Professor our demands.

>“We’re not?”

Boomer: Done with this awful fanfic yet?

>“No, we’re not!”

Rowdyruff Boys: CRUD!

>“Oh,” Buttercup said. “Well, what’s left? Tattoos?”

Boomer: Piercing?

Brick: Loud offensive music?

Butch: Needless burning?

>“No, don’t be silly!”

Butch: Hey, I was serious.

>“I’m not being silly. I want one.”

Boomer: I want Bugs Bunny on my butt.

>Blossom rolled her eyes. She went over to the closet and began pulling her dresses from
>where they hung on their pretty pink hangers. She flew over to one of the big, circular
>windows and tossed the clothing outside.

Brick: Oh right, like the Professor isn't going to notice that.

Mojo Jojo: You would be surprised what escapes that man's notice.

>Buttercup laughed and joined her sister in cleaning out their closet. After their dresses,
>shoes and stockings were gone they went to the pile of stuffed animals and began
>tossing them out the window, too. All the while, the girls giggled and laughed at

Butch: The thought of Bubbles' reaction when she saw what happened to Octi.

>themselves. They tossed one toy after the other, each feeling an increased sense of
>independence and freedom with every flying item. Soon, it became a contest between
>the two as to who could throw a stuffed animal the farthest.

Boomer: Ten points if you nail a moving car!

Butch: Fifty points if you cause a pile up!

>Their fun was interrupted by the sound of the Professor’s approaching footsteps again.
>They quickly stopped what they were doing and flew into bed at top speed, each of
>them hiding underneath the covers and staying completely silent.

Brick: Be vewy, vewy quiet. We'we webelling.

>From underneath the covers, they stared at each other. They both listened intently as
>they heard their dad stop at the door. Buttercup smirked and reached at Blossom with

Butch: Her Kung Fu Grip.

>one hand, tickling the redhead underneath her chin. Blossom let out a small giggle and
>then quickly clasped her hands over her mouth. She strained to keep from laughing as
>Buttercup continued to tickle her, and their dad stood, paused just outside their door.

Boomer: They could smell his breath from miles away.

>Finally they heard the Professor’s steps begin to retreat again. Once Blossom sensed
>that the Professor was downstairs again, she hit Buttercup. “You idiot!” she laughed.
>“He could have heard me!”

Butch: Saying how fake his toupee looks.

>“Ah, but he wouldn’t have heard me. So it would only be you in trouble,” Buttercup
>smiled slyly.

Brick: Except Blossom always has some excuse up her sleeve when she's in trouble. It doesn't always work, but she always has one.

>Blossom reached out at her sister to tickle her on her belly, but the green Puff fought
>back. The two girls laughed as they tumbled around underneath the bed sheets.
>Eventually, Buttercup landed on top of her sister, and held Blossom’s hands down,
>pinned above her head.

Butch: And proceeded to give Blossom the mother of all beat downs.

>“I win,” Buttercup grinned as she kept her sister pinned on her back.

Boomer: So now you have to run across the Mayor's front lawn in a cow suit.

>Blossom smiled up at her sister. After a while, the two girls stopped smiling, but their
>eyes remained locked. Neither realized it as it happened, but they both moved their
>faces closer to one another’s and their lips met in a soft kiss.

Boomer: GAAAACK! *BANG!*

Brick: What the- Aw nuts! Mojo, Boomer's head just exploded!

Mojo Jojo: I know. I shall take care of it AFTER this fic is over.

>They immediately pulled away from one another. Each girl searched the other’s eyes for
>some answer as to if she had down something wrong. After looking into each other’s
>gaze, they realized that all they could see was the same desire that was inside

Butch: To eat their weight in Cheetos.

>themselves. They moved in for another kiss, and soon found themselves caressing and
>touching each other.

Brick: Blossom's reading material had a bigger effect on her than she thought.

Butch: Hey, we told you to knock it off with those!

>Blossom had just switched positions with Buttercup, when the two heard the doorknob
>to their bedroom turning. Blossom immediately fell off of her sister and the two lay,
>underneath the covers, with their hearts beating rapidly, remaining completely frozen.

Brick: Well do you expect if you sleep in nothing but your underwear?

>“Girls?” Bubbles’ voice squeaked. “Are you asleep?”

Butch: I swear, if they invite her to join in....

Brick: Yeah?

Butch: Hold on, I'm thinking.

>Both Buttercup and Blossom remained silent. They lay facing each other, each of them
>praying that their sister would shut the door and leave. Unfortunately, the blue Puff
>continued to enter the room, change into her pajamas and climb into her spot in bed.

Butch: AW! And I nearly had a really good idea too!

Brick: Eh, it's probably for the best.

>Buttercup and Blossom still kept quiet as they stared at each other underneath the bed
>sheets. After hearing their sister’s soft snores begin, they gathered the courage to scoot
>closer to one another again.

Butch: And smother Bubbles for snoring too loud.

>Blossom took Buttercup’s hand and clenched it tightly. Buttercup leaned in so that her
>mouth was close to her sister’s ear. “Blossom?” she whispered.

Brick: Is this the part were we start setting fires?

>“Yes, Buttercup?”

Butch: I farted.

>Buttercup paused, before continuing: “I don’t really want separate rooms so much
>anymore.”

Brick: It would make bugging you and Bubbles a lot harder to do.

>“Me neither.”

Butch: I need someone nearby to feel superior to.

>Each girl smiled at one another. They closed their eyes, and fell asleep, hand in hand.

Brick: Thereby giving each other a REALLY bad case of morning numbness.

>The end.

Butch: YES! FINALLY!

Brick: Come one, help me carry Boomer to Mojo's lab.

***END EXPERIMENT 001***

After Mojo Jojo fixed Boomer's head, he had the Rowdyruff Boys stand before him.

"So now that you have been subjected to bad Powerpuff fanfiction for failing in your task to defeat the Powerpuff Girls, are you now motivated to destroy them next time and thus avoid having to experience another bad Powerpuff fanfiction?"

"Yes." the Boys answered together.

"Good. Then you may go about whatever mischief you have planned for the rest of the day while I work on our latest plan to rid ourselves of those miserable Powerpuffs." With that, Mojo turned and went over to his drawing board.

"Come on guys," Brick signaled to his brothers. "Let's go wreak havoc at the library." Boomer started shaking a bit.

"But what if those Powerpuffs show up? I don't want to go through another of those fanfics." Butch scoffed.

"Easy, we kick their sissy little butts." Just then, Brick got a sly smile....

"No.... I've got a better idea..."

THE END...?

[King Moonraiser]

I love this! More!

[Kandi]

OMIGAWD



SO AWESOME




I THINK MY EYES MELTED FROM THE SCREEN



I dmeand more!!!!




MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MOOOOOORRRRRE!!!!


.....or else....



...pleez?

[Chaosrider]

Woah, i never seen this kind of fanfic style... its completely interesting and fun to read

Swordking, You're awesome.. keep the amazing job and do more.

[Twilight]

O_O MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!!

Quote: Butch: Into the viper pit. NOW young lady.

XD I died hearing that line.

Quote: Brick: Sorry folks. But that last part just sounded stupid enough on its' own. It didn't need our help.

Butch: Hey, who are you talking to?

D8 ......*hides* Crap, I told Brick not to talk to me and the others during these times!

[Kandi]

Twilight wrote:

Quote: Brick: Sorry folks. But that last part just sounded stupid enough on its' own. It didn't need our help.

Butch: Hey, who are you talking to?

D8 ......*hides* Crap, I told Brick not to talk to me and the others during these times!


XD haha

I agree, chaos. Ive never seen that kind of fanfic, and I LURV IT!

Hey, swordking, can we jump in?????