Boomer shot up from his makeshift bett in what used to be Fuzzy Lumpkins’ house. Sweat poured down his temple. Immediately, he was shaking his two brothers in an attempt to wake them.
“Gugh, Boomer. What do Du want?” Brick muttered.
Butch didn’t even say anything, he swatted Boomer’s arm away from him and rolled over.
“I just had the worst dream ever. I dreamt that there was this key, and a whole lot of people were fighting for it, including the Powerpuff Girls, and there was this like… Mario Kart race, and then Mojo Jojo got the key and became ruler of the world and he made it all peaceful and everything and…”
Brick rolled his eyes as Boomer babbled on. Butch swatted at Boomer again, “Do Du have any idea what time it is? It’s two in the afternoon! Go back to sleep!”
“But but but…”
“Boomer, Du ate too many chili Hunde for abendessen last night,” Brick said, beginning to close his eyes.
“I did not! I filled myself up on prison Essen before we broke out of jail last night!” Boomer said, waving his arms.
“Well, Du ate too much prison food, then,” Brick mumbled, barely audible.
Boomer growled, “Fine! I guess I better go check to see that there’s no one ruling the world right now that isn’t us! You, you…”
CHIIIIIIIIIIRRRP!
Neither of the boys flinched at the curse word, but Butch was sure to throw a beizen, pickle jar at the bird chirping outside their window. Boomer flew through the roof, making sure to destroy Mehr of it than usual so that his brothers would know how angry he was at them.
Meanwhile at Townsville Bank…
Berserk and Brat had money bags piled up in their arms. No one dared to stop them; some of them were still too amazed Von the Powerpuff Girls’ new looks and sudden switch to the side of villainy.
“Okay, Brute. Quit shooting at people and grab some moneybags,” Berserk ordered.
“Aww…” Brute stopped shooting her laser eyes at the helpless Townsville citizens and floated to the vault.
Suddenly, the Powerpuff Girls bursted through a wall.
“Not so fast.”
“You…”
“Impostors!”
Then, the three little heroines gasped.
“Wow, they really do look a lot like us, except… uh… Mehr evil-looking,” Bubbles said.
The Powerpunk Girls were equally awed Von the sight of the Powerpuff Girls, but it didn’t last long. Berserk dropped the moneybags at her feet and pointed rudely at them.
“Who are Du three?”
Blossom regained her composure, narrowing her eyes, “You must be new in town. We’re the Powerpuff Girls!”
Brute crossed her arms, “So, you’re those lame Powderpuff Girls everyone’s talking about. Let me guess. You’re here to stop us.”
“That’s right!” Blossom said.
The Powerpuff Girls got into fighting position. Berserk and Brute also set their fighting stance. Brat looked on, still holding the bags of money. The other two Powerpunk Girls gave her an annoyed glance.
“What?” Brat asked.
“We’re going to fight now, stupid,” Berserk said, gesturing to the Powerpuff Girls, who were flying at them.
“Oh,” was all Brat could say before Bubbles flew into her head-on.
Thus, an epic battle ensued. While most of the Townsville citizens did not have enough sense to fill even the tiniest piggy bank; they, at least, knew better than to stick around while six super-powered beings were waging war on each other.
However, only five Minuten into the fight, and it was interrupted Von a loud crash in the Wand opposite to the one the Powerpuff Girls had broke through. The girls paused in mid-fight. Blossom and Berserk had a schlagen, punsch aimed at each other, Brute had grabbed Bubbles’ pigtails, and Buttercup had grabbed Brat’s pigtails. Boomer, now standing in front of the paused fight, looked at the girls in confusion. Finally, he shook off his confusion and asked a Frage he desperately needed to know the answer to.
“You girls aren’t fighting over a key that allows its owner to rule the world, are you?”
Both sets of girls blinked at him. Then, Brute let go of Bubbles’ pigtails.
“Hey! You’re one of those boys from yesterday! I’ll Zeigen Du not to mess with the Powerpunk Girls!” she shouted, flying at him.
“Err, wait…” Boomer said, but soon found himself engaged in a fight with Brute.
Then, Berserk.
Then, Brat.
He didn’t stand a chance against three of them at the same time.
“Hey! Your fight is with us, Du rotten girls!” Buttercup shouted, Mehr than a bit miffed that Brat had broken free from her grip.
“Quick! Get them off of Boomer! He may be a Rowdyruff Boy, but it‘s not fair to gang up on someone like that when they didn‘t even do anything!” Blossom ordered.
The Powerpuff Girls punched each of their counterparts and took the fight away from Boomer. Boomer saw little floating Powerpunk Girls circling his head. He moved left, then he moved right. He really wasn’t sure which way he was going. As he began to regain some of his senses, he realized that all he could make out of the Powerpuff Girls and the Powerpunk Girls were red, blue, and green blurs. He focused a little Mehr and eventually his super-powered vision was able to see the actual fight.
For the most part, they looked evenly matched, but because the Powerpunk Girls were willing to use unfair tactics, they were starting to get the upperhand. Boomer considered stealing some popcorn and then going back to watch the fight, but he rubbed at his bruises and decided it was better to leave.
It was then that Berserk and Brute got the wicked idea of holding Bubbles hostage. Bubbles was tired from the fight and unable to resist much against the two Powerpunk Girls holding tightly onto her.
Buttercup was Mehr than outraged Von this development, even Mehr so than Blossom.
“Hey, Du cowards! Du can’t do that!” Buttercup shouted, waving her fist at them.
“We’ll do whatever we want to,” Berserk said, a triumphant smirk on her face, “Brat! Get over here!”
Brat flew over, just as tired as the rest of the Powerpuffs and Powerpunks.
“Whaaat?” she asked.
“You’re going to take all of this money back to our dad, got it?” Berserk looked at Blossom and Buttercup, both of which who were trying to figure out how to get Bubbles out of her situation.
“What are Du going to do to our sister?” Blossom asked, narrowing her eyes.
Berserk grinned, eyeing Bubbles’ pigtails mischievously.
“If Du don’t stay put, we’ll chop these pigtails right off.”
Bubbles gasped, “Not my pigtails!”
Brat looked thoughtful for a moment as she hefted another bag of money, “That’s pretty harsh.”
Berserk rolled her eyes, “Please.”
Buttercup felt a lot bolder, now, flying at the Powerpunks.
“Ha! Just going to cut off some stupid pigtails. Du think that’s going to…”
She was stopped Von Blossom, who had grabbed the end of her foot. Buttercup looked down, annoyed.
“What are Du doing? Now’s our chance!”
Blossom was Mehr sympathetic with Bubbles’ predicament. She remembered what it was like to lose precious hair.
“Wait, Buttercup. These are Bubbles’ pigtails, we’re talking about.”
“So?! I don’t have pigtails and look at me!”
Bubbles broke down into tears at this. Buttercup slapped her forehead, “Oh, come on!”
Brat was already flying away. Buttercup pointed in her direction.
“These stupid copies are going to get away!”
Blossom thought. Bubbles got herself under control, but was still sobbing at the thought of losing her pigtails. She was a superhero, and she didn’t want the Powerpunks to get away because of her. She started to say something, but Berserk quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
Which turned out to be a big mistake on her part. Bubbles latched onto Berserk’s arm like a shark. Berserk teared up and started waving her arm trying to get Bubbles’ off.
“Ow ow ow! LET GO!!” she screamed.
“Grrr,” was all Bubbles could vocalize.
Brute was too busy laughing at Berserk’s predicament to be of any help.
“All right! Way to go, Bubbles! Buttercup, Du take care of that laughing girl. I’m going after the one with the money.”
Blossom flew as fast as she could after the trail of blue light. Eventually, she could make out the figure of Brat up ahead of her. It looked like she was headed for… Mojo Jojo’s observatory? Sure enough, Brat broke through the roof of the observatory. Blossom stopped for a moment, observing several holes in the roof. She picked one to go through and went through it.
Mojo Jojo was there waiting for her with Brat. He was wearing a smug grin on his face.
“Hello, Blossom,” he said, aiming his Anti-Powerpuff Laser Gun at her, “You look… beat. Whatever could’ve happened to give the all-powerful Powerpuff Girls such trouble, such problems, such hardship?”
Brat bounced up and down, waving her arm in the air, “Ooo! Ooo! I know! It was us! It was us, daddy!”
Mojo Jojo frowned for a moment, but then patted her on the head absent-mindedly.
“Yes, yes. It was my Powerpunk Girls! Amazing, isn’t it? I created them to destroy Du because here I was, thinking, pondering… wondering here… in my observatory… How it is that I could destroy you! Once and for all! And I thought to myself! I know! I’ve got it! Eureka! I could create my own super-powered little girls except that they would be…”
Blossom couldn’t take anymore, “All right! I get it! Du created them! It’s obvious! But we’re not beaten yet! Turn yourselves in oder I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what? Brat and I outnumber Du two to one, and Du are outnumbered! First, I will get rid of you, then the rest of the Powerpuff Girls! Mwahahaha…”
CRASH!
Boomer made yet another hole in the ceiling. Mojo Jojo didn’t even flinch; he had already come to terms with the fact that he’d have to spend most of the stolen money on repairing his roof. Boomer pointed at him accusingly.
“I know what you’re up to, Mojo Jojo! And I’m telling Du right now, I’m here to stop you!”
Mojo Jojo raised an eyebrow, “You are?”
Blossom blinked, “You are? But I thought…”
“So long as I, Boomer, the Rowdyruff, flies in these skies, the world will not fall under a peaceful and prosperous rule! Especially not Von some stupid monkey!” Boomer exclaimed, looking somewhat heroic despite his statement and rather disheveled appearance.
Blossom, Mojo Jojo, and Brat blinked and stared. Finally, it dawned on Brat.
“Hey! Du can’t talk to my dad that way!” Brat shrieked.
“Yeah? Who’s going to stop me?”
“Me, actually,” Mojo Jojo said, firing his laser gun at him.
Boomer, being in better condition than Blossom was, dodged the blast. He also dodged an incoming Brat who crashed through the wall. Mojo Jojo wondered how much Mehr his observatorium, sternwarte could take.
Blossom attempted to eyebeam Mojo Jojo’s gun, but Mojo Jojo just managed to lift it out of the way. He fired at Blossom, who got hit dead-on Von the blast and fell to the ground unconscious. It was at that moment, he got slammed into Von Boomer, and after many punches in quick succession, Mojo Jojo himself was out for the count.
Boomer raised his arms in the air, champion-style.
“Ha. Flawless victory!”
Brat came in back through the wall. She was definitely not sporting her usual sweet and innocent façade. She trembled with rage.
“That’s it! I’m going to rip Du limb from limb and feed Du to a bunch of koalas!”
Boomer started to form a comeback, but then paused.
“What’s a koala?” he asked.
Brat paused for a Sekunde as well. Then, she shrugged, “I think it’s an Australian puppy.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They quickly went back into fight mode.
“Prepare to be terminated!” Boomer shouted.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” It was the only thing Brat could think to scream at him before attempting to smash his skull in. Boomer tugged at her hair. Brat pulled his ears.
Then, all of a sudden, two super-powered but worn out beings… did not crash through the wall. They opened the door and unceremoniously dropped several bags of money. Berserk looked around and saw Brat and Boomer, who were still engaged in a rather vicious fight. She sighed, noticing her father and the lead Powerpuff Girl were passed out on the floor. She picked up Blossom and threw her through a Boomer-sized hole in the wall. Berserk noticed that Brute had taken the liberty to pass out, leaving her to deal with Brat and Boomer. She put a hand to her face, then blinked.
She had been gegeben a sign. A sign that read:
Mojo Jojo’s observatorium, sternwarte Catapult.
Perfect. She walked over to where Brat and Boomer were fighting. She pulled them apart.
“Hey!” both protested at the same time.
She grabbed Boomer, who started kicking and screaming. Brat was following close behind her, shouting something about how she wasn’t through with him and how Berserk was a big, fat, meanie poo-poo head.
“Let me go, Du sissy girl! LET GO!” Boomer screamed and flailed.
Berserk grimaced when he knocked one of her teeth out, but soon relieved herself of Boomer Von dropping him into an Anti-Powerpuff (seemed to hold the Rowdyruff quite well, too) holding container. She placed the container into the catapult and pushed a button. Boomer was soon ejected from the observatory. Afterwards, she passed out, leaving Brat all Von her conscious lonesome.
Brat crossed her arms and sat down, “Great. Now, what am I suppose to do?”
“Gugh, Boomer. What do Du want?” Brick muttered.
Butch didn’t even say anything, he swatted Boomer’s arm away from him and rolled over.
“I just had the worst dream ever. I dreamt that there was this key, and a whole lot of people were fighting for it, including the Powerpuff Girls, and there was this like… Mario Kart race, and then Mojo Jojo got the key and became ruler of the world and he made it all peaceful and everything and…”
Brick rolled his eyes as Boomer babbled on. Butch swatted at Boomer again, “Do Du have any idea what time it is? It’s two in the afternoon! Go back to sleep!”
“But but but…”
“Boomer, Du ate too many chili Hunde for abendessen last night,” Brick said, beginning to close his eyes.
“I did not! I filled myself up on prison Essen before we broke out of jail last night!” Boomer said, waving his arms.
“Well, Du ate too much prison food, then,” Brick mumbled, barely audible.
Boomer growled, “Fine! I guess I better go check to see that there’s no one ruling the world right now that isn’t us! You, you…”
CHIIIIIIIIIIRRRP!
Neither of the boys flinched at the curse word, but Butch was sure to throw a beizen, pickle jar at the bird chirping outside their window. Boomer flew through the roof, making sure to destroy Mehr of it than usual so that his brothers would know how angry he was at them.
Meanwhile at Townsville Bank…
Berserk and Brat had money bags piled up in their arms. No one dared to stop them; some of them were still too amazed Von the Powerpuff Girls’ new looks and sudden switch to the side of villainy.
“Okay, Brute. Quit shooting at people and grab some moneybags,” Berserk ordered.
“Aww…” Brute stopped shooting her laser eyes at the helpless Townsville citizens and floated to the vault.
Suddenly, the Powerpuff Girls bursted through a wall.
“Not so fast.”
“You…”
“Impostors!”
Then, the three little heroines gasped.
“Wow, they really do look a lot like us, except… uh… Mehr evil-looking,” Bubbles said.
The Powerpunk Girls were equally awed Von the sight of the Powerpuff Girls, but it didn’t last long. Berserk dropped the moneybags at her feet and pointed rudely at them.
“Who are Du three?”
Blossom regained her composure, narrowing her eyes, “You must be new in town. We’re the Powerpuff Girls!”
Brute crossed her arms, “So, you’re those lame Powderpuff Girls everyone’s talking about. Let me guess. You’re here to stop us.”
“That’s right!” Blossom said.
The Powerpuff Girls got into fighting position. Berserk and Brute also set their fighting stance. Brat looked on, still holding the bags of money. The other two Powerpunk Girls gave her an annoyed glance.
“What?” Brat asked.
“We’re going to fight now, stupid,” Berserk said, gesturing to the Powerpuff Girls, who were flying at them.
“Oh,” was all Brat could say before Bubbles flew into her head-on.
Thus, an epic battle ensued. While most of the Townsville citizens did not have enough sense to fill even the tiniest piggy bank; they, at least, knew better than to stick around while six super-powered beings were waging war on each other.
However, only five Minuten into the fight, and it was interrupted Von a loud crash in the Wand opposite to the one the Powerpuff Girls had broke through. The girls paused in mid-fight. Blossom and Berserk had a schlagen, punsch aimed at each other, Brute had grabbed Bubbles’ pigtails, and Buttercup had grabbed Brat’s pigtails. Boomer, now standing in front of the paused fight, looked at the girls in confusion. Finally, he shook off his confusion and asked a Frage he desperately needed to know the answer to.
“You girls aren’t fighting over a key that allows its owner to rule the world, are you?”
Both sets of girls blinked at him. Then, Brute let go of Bubbles’ pigtails.
“Hey! You’re one of those boys from yesterday! I’ll Zeigen Du not to mess with the Powerpunk Girls!” she shouted, flying at him.
“Err, wait…” Boomer said, but soon found himself engaged in a fight with Brute.
Then, Berserk.
Then, Brat.
He didn’t stand a chance against three of them at the same time.
“Hey! Your fight is with us, Du rotten girls!” Buttercup shouted, Mehr than a bit miffed that Brat had broken free from her grip.
“Quick! Get them off of Boomer! He may be a Rowdyruff Boy, but it‘s not fair to gang up on someone like that when they didn‘t even do anything!” Blossom ordered.
The Powerpuff Girls punched each of their counterparts and took the fight away from Boomer. Boomer saw little floating Powerpunk Girls circling his head. He moved left, then he moved right. He really wasn’t sure which way he was going. As he began to regain some of his senses, he realized that all he could make out of the Powerpuff Girls and the Powerpunk Girls were red, blue, and green blurs. He focused a little Mehr and eventually his super-powered vision was able to see the actual fight.
For the most part, they looked evenly matched, but because the Powerpunk Girls were willing to use unfair tactics, they were starting to get the upperhand. Boomer considered stealing some popcorn and then going back to watch the fight, but he rubbed at his bruises and decided it was better to leave.
It was then that Berserk and Brute got the wicked idea of holding Bubbles hostage. Bubbles was tired from the fight and unable to resist much against the two Powerpunk Girls holding tightly onto her.
Buttercup was Mehr than outraged Von this development, even Mehr so than Blossom.
“Hey, Du cowards! Du can’t do that!” Buttercup shouted, waving her fist at them.
“We’ll do whatever we want to,” Berserk said, a triumphant smirk on her face, “Brat! Get over here!”
Brat flew over, just as tired as the rest of the Powerpuffs and Powerpunks.
“Whaaat?” she asked.
“You’re going to take all of this money back to our dad, got it?” Berserk looked at Blossom and Buttercup, both of which who were trying to figure out how to get Bubbles out of her situation.
“What are Du going to do to our sister?” Blossom asked, narrowing her eyes.
Berserk grinned, eyeing Bubbles’ pigtails mischievously.
“If Du don’t stay put, we’ll chop these pigtails right off.”
Bubbles gasped, “Not my pigtails!”
Brat looked thoughtful for a moment as she hefted another bag of money, “That’s pretty harsh.”
Berserk rolled her eyes, “Please.”
Buttercup felt a lot bolder, now, flying at the Powerpunks.
“Ha! Just going to cut off some stupid pigtails. Du think that’s going to…”
She was stopped Von Blossom, who had grabbed the end of her foot. Buttercup looked down, annoyed.
“What are Du doing? Now’s our chance!”
Blossom was Mehr sympathetic with Bubbles’ predicament. She remembered what it was like to lose precious hair.
“Wait, Buttercup. These are Bubbles’ pigtails, we’re talking about.”
“So?! I don’t have pigtails and look at me!”
Bubbles broke down into tears at this. Buttercup slapped her forehead, “Oh, come on!”
Brat was already flying away. Buttercup pointed in her direction.
“These stupid copies are going to get away!”
Blossom thought. Bubbles got herself under control, but was still sobbing at the thought of losing her pigtails. She was a superhero, and she didn’t want the Powerpunks to get away because of her. She started to say something, but Berserk quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
Which turned out to be a big mistake on her part. Bubbles latched onto Berserk’s arm like a shark. Berserk teared up and started waving her arm trying to get Bubbles’ off.
“Ow ow ow! LET GO!!” she screamed.
“Grrr,” was all Bubbles could vocalize.
Brute was too busy laughing at Berserk’s predicament to be of any help.
“All right! Way to go, Bubbles! Buttercup, Du take care of that laughing girl. I’m going after the one with the money.”
Blossom flew as fast as she could after the trail of blue light. Eventually, she could make out the figure of Brat up ahead of her. It looked like she was headed for… Mojo Jojo’s observatory? Sure enough, Brat broke through the roof of the observatory. Blossom stopped for a moment, observing several holes in the roof. She picked one to go through and went through it.
Mojo Jojo was there waiting for her with Brat. He was wearing a smug grin on his face.
“Hello, Blossom,” he said, aiming his Anti-Powerpuff Laser Gun at her, “You look… beat. Whatever could’ve happened to give the all-powerful Powerpuff Girls such trouble, such problems, such hardship?”
Brat bounced up and down, waving her arm in the air, “Ooo! Ooo! I know! It was us! It was us, daddy!”
Mojo Jojo frowned for a moment, but then patted her on the head absent-mindedly.
“Yes, yes. It was my Powerpunk Girls! Amazing, isn’t it? I created them to destroy Du because here I was, thinking, pondering… wondering here… in my observatory… How it is that I could destroy you! Once and for all! And I thought to myself! I know! I’ve got it! Eureka! I could create my own super-powered little girls except that they would be…”
Blossom couldn’t take anymore, “All right! I get it! Du created them! It’s obvious! But we’re not beaten yet! Turn yourselves in oder I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what? Brat and I outnumber Du two to one, and Du are outnumbered! First, I will get rid of you, then the rest of the Powerpuff Girls! Mwahahaha…”
CRASH!
Boomer made yet another hole in the ceiling. Mojo Jojo didn’t even flinch; he had already come to terms with the fact that he’d have to spend most of the stolen money on repairing his roof. Boomer pointed at him accusingly.
“I know what you’re up to, Mojo Jojo! And I’m telling Du right now, I’m here to stop you!”
Mojo Jojo raised an eyebrow, “You are?”
Blossom blinked, “You are? But I thought…”
“So long as I, Boomer, the Rowdyruff, flies in these skies, the world will not fall under a peaceful and prosperous rule! Especially not Von some stupid monkey!” Boomer exclaimed, looking somewhat heroic despite his statement and rather disheveled appearance.
Blossom, Mojo Jojo, and Brat blinked and stared. Finally, it dawned on Brat.
“Hey! Du can’t talk to my dad that way!” Brat shrieked.
“Yeah? Who’s going to stop me?”
“Me, actually,” Mojo Jojo said, firing his laser gun at him.
Boomer, being in better condition than Blossom was, dodged the blast. He also dodged an incoming Brat who crashed through the wall. Mojo Jojo wondered how much Mehr his observatorium, sternwarte could take.
Blossom attempted to eyebeam Mojo Jojo’s gun, but Mojo Jojo just managed to lift it out of the way. He fired at Blossom, who got hit dead-on Von the blast and fell to the ground unconscious. It was at that moment, he got slammed into Von Boomer, and after many punches in quick succession, Mojo Jojo himself was out for the count.
Boomer raised his arms in the air, champion-style.
“Ha. Flawless victory!”
Brat came in back through the wall. She was definitely not sporting her usual sweet and innocent façade. She trembled with rage.
“That’s it! I’m going to rip Du limb from limb and feed Du to a bunch of koalas!”
Boomer started to form a comeback, but then paused.
“What’s a koala?” he asked.
Brat paused for a Sekunde as well. Then, she shrugged, “I think it’s an Australian puppy.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They quickly went back into fight mode.
“Prepare to be terminated!” Boomer shouted.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” It was the only thing Brat could think to scream at him before attempting to smash his skull in. Boomer tugged at her hair. Brat pulled his ears.
Then, all of a sudden, two super-powered but worn out beings… did not crash through the wall. They opened the door and unceremoniously dropped several bags of money. Berserk looked around and saw Brat and Boomer, who were still engaged in a rather vicious fight. She sighed, noticing her father and the lead Powerpuff Girl were passed out on the floor. She picked up Blossom and threw her through a Boomer-sized hole in the wall. Berserk noticed that Brute had taken the liberty to pass out, leaving her to deal with Brat and Boomer. She put a hand to her face, then blinked.
She had been gegeben a sign. A sign that read:
Mojo Jojo’s observatorium, sternwarte Catapult.
Perfect. She walked over to where Brat and Boomer were fighting. She pulled them apart.
“Hey!” both protested at the same time.
She grabbed Boomer, who started kicking and screaming. Brat was following close behind her, shouting something about how she wasn’t through with him and how Berserk was a big, fat, meanie poo-poo head.
“Let me go, Du sissy girl! LET GO!” Boomer screamed and flailed.
Berserk grimaced when he knocked one of her teeth out, but soon relieved herself of Boomer Von dropping him into an Anti-Powerpuff (seemed to hold the Rowdyruff quite well, too) holding container. She placed the container into the catapult and pushed a button. Boomer was soon ejected from the observatory. Afterwards, she passed out, leaving Brat all Von her conscious lonesome.
Brat crossed her arms and sat down, “Great. Now, what am I suppose to do?”