Narrator: Well, here we are again: the city of Citiesville (pause) in the afternoon.
Suddenly, there were yellow and blue lightning bolts in the background.
Narrator: What the-? Lightning? I don't see any clouds in the sky. Where could it come from?
The camera panned down to show the Powerpuff Girls and the Rowdyruff Boys from a zoomed-out shot above them. Boomer stood with his hands clapped together, and lightning came out of him.
Narrator: Ooooohhhhh, it's our little bomb lover, Boomer. I wonder what he's doing right now...
The camera cuts and focuses on Boomer. He was trying to form a physical lightning object with his lightning powers.
Boomer: Hhhhhhggggnnnnnnnnnnnn...!
Boomer then stopped creating lightning and breathed heavily, but not too heavily.
Butch: Well, Boomie, how's it goin' with the nunchucks? If not that, then at least a tonfa.
Boomer: (breathing) I'm still trying.
Butch: Keep it up. (throws pretzel stick to Boomer, and he catches it) Here, have a pretzel stick. Smoke 'em like a cigarette.
Boomer: Um, aren't those things bad for us? Cigarettes, I mean.
Butch: Yeah, that's why I'm tellin' ya: if ya wanted to smoke but don't want your, uh, fuckin' (pause) the thingies inside ya that make ya go (inhales quickly) and (exhales quickly) goin' down, then smoke a pretzel stick instead; cuz it won't do anythin' like that, and it tastes very good (puts a pretzel stick in his mouth).
In the background, Boomer was creating lightning again.
Blossom: (bites pretzel stick) I'm a little surprised you boys don't use any drugs despite your rowdy personalities (swallows bite).
Butch: 'That what ya call cigarettes? Either way, I hate those stuff, especially their taste; 'makes me cough every time. And ya heard me sayin' that these things fuck up your breathin' thingies inside ya; I want them in tippity-top shape when I'm fightin', dude.
Brick: Yeah, I don't like 'em either.
Blossom: (smiles) Heh, I stand corrected about you guys.
Buttercup: Maybe you're not such idiots after all.
Butch: Though, here's a question: do grown-up drinks count as drugs?
Blossom: Grown-up drinks? Ah-. 'You mean alcohol?
Butch: So that's what they're called? Alcohol drinks?
Blossom: Don't tell me you boys are drinking it.
Butch: Well, we wanted to try it out. Boy, what a mistake that was.
Buttercup: What? What was it like?
Butch: My throat was burning like hell; I thought I would puke my breathin' thingies outta me before I got knocked out later.
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The Powerpuff Girls - A Rowdy Sequel
FanfictionThis story is my idea for a sequel to the original Powerpuff Girls cartoon show. It tells the story of the Rowdyruff Boys and the Powerpuff Girls fighting each other until later fighting against their biggest threat. It's not a cosmic being with sup...
