Brick sat on a cloud with his brothers, “Booorrrrriiiiiinnnnngggg…”

“Yeah… Hey, wanna go push old ladies into the traffic?” Butch asked.

“We did that yesterday,” Brick said, rolling his large, red eyes.

Boomer said nothing and only glared at the two of them. THEY weren’t the ones that got hit on the head with a cane by one of those stupid old ladies.

Brick sighed, looking down at Townsville below, trying to think of something devious to do that they hadn’t already done in the past week.

“We could steal the mayor’s pickles,” Butch suggested.

Brick gave him a sidelong look, “That’s stupid.”

Butch stood on the cloud, fist ready, “Well, I don’t see you coming up with any ideas, Frankenstein.”

“That’s Ein, ugh, nevermind,” Brick said, exasperated.

Boomer was still glaring at them when he spotted three familiar streaks in the sky below their cloud. He slapped them both on the back and pointed.

Mojo Jojo sulked in his volcano observatory. Every plan he ever had was always foiled. He had done everything. Built giant robots, turned people into dogs, created the Rowdyruff Boys, turned people into dogs again…

Nothing worked! All of his plans… ruined! He had to admit the Rowdyruff Boys had been his greatest plan; they had come close to defeating those wretched Powerpuff Girls many times, but their rebellious nature. They turned on him, their original creator, and Him… Oh, it still got him boiling mad how Him turned out to be the one who perfected the boys by giving them their cooties shot. Those insolent boys… If the Powerpuff Girls weren’t in the picture, he’d create plans to destroy them! He paced in the observatory, glaring at the floor. He was running out of ideas. At last, he gave up on pacing and sat in his chair, rubbing his furry temples.

“If I had my own Powerpuff Girls… evil, OBEDIENT, Powerpuff Girls, I could very well take over the world! Hmph.” He crossed his arms and slumped in the chair.