There was something weird happening with the Powerpuff Girls
and RowdyRuff Boys.
'Blossom?' Brick sent out but he didn't get any answer.
Freak raked over his body and soul and he started
"Butch, Boomer, Blossom.
Then he heard wicked laughter and he wanted to fight
"Brick, Brick! Wake up!"
Brick felt someone slap him hard across his face and then he
blinked a couple of times.
"Did I wake you guys up?" Brick asked, sounding a bit embarrassed.
"Just one of us," Boomer groaned.
"Butch, thanks for waking me up," Brick mumbled.
"Did you have the dream too, Butch?"
"Dream, what dream?" Butch questioned.
"We've all had disturbing dreams," Boomer sighed. "I was having one too but I wasn't the one who screamed!"
"Shh, Boomer!" Butch hushed, "you'll wake Sister Victoria and the others up!"
Brick rubbed his head, "I feel so thirsty."
"Well, you're sweating like a pig." Butch grunted.
Luckily Brick had bottled water by his bed and took a long
gulp of it.
"It's just a dream, man," Boomer mumbled.
"You're telling me you didn't have the same dream?" Brick demanded, "about you and Bubbles?"
"Well, maybe--but--" Boomer trailed off.
"I couldn't fly or use any of my powers," Brick
"What's happening?" Butch questioned, "You know--for the first time--you're starting to scare me!"
"Well, you should be!" Brick snapped, "You'd be if you tripped over Buttercup, dead!"
Butch gasped, "hey, don't put that image in my mind!"
"Look guys," Boomer said, trying to calm them down, "maybe we'd feel better if we'll get some sleep."
"Our powers are wearing off, Boomer," Brick
stated, his voice sounding so final, "have you noticed how we can't fly as
fast as we used to?
"But that can't be," Butch said, "We're the Rowdyruff boys."
"What if Brick's right?" Boomer asked, "If
our powers wear off, would we die or become like normal teenagers?
"I hope not," Brick groaned.
"Blossom, what's the matter?" Bubbles asked her sister, who was bawling.
Blossom continued to wail as she walked out of their bedroom and into the bathroom to wash her face.
Bubbles and Buttercup exchanged glances and followed
"No," Buttercup mumbled with bags under her eyes
and red mixed with the bright green color of her eyes.
Blossom splashed water over her face about five times. "I've had nightmares before, but this was the worst ever!"
"Were we fighting Him?" Bubbles asked.
Blossom tried to control her tears by covering her mouth with a towel.
"Cut it out, Blossom," Buttercup muttered, "you're whining more than Bubbles!"
"Hey!" Bubbles gasped.
"No," Blossom managed to say, "It was
"I think we should tell the Professor about this,"
"No, Bubbles," Buttercup said, "it's only
nightmares, we'll be all right.
"It's more than that, Buttercup," Blossom sniffed, "how we eat, sleep, our flying speed--it's weakening."
"Please don't tell me that we'll lose all our powers," Bubbles said, "If we do, I could get an F in all my foreign language classes, including squirrel!"
"Well, that's more like a skill," Blossom
"We can't lose our powers," Buttercup said,
"We're the Powerpuff girls!
"But we don't know how strong Chemical X is," Bubbles whispered, "I don't think even Professor knows!"
"I don't think we should tell him this just yet,"
Blossom said, trying to be optimistic.
"You only woke me up," Bubbles said, "but I
forgive you anyway.
They climbed back into their beds and looked up at the
'Blossom, can you hear me?' Brick sent out.
'Brick,' she sent back, 'yes, yes I can.
'Dream, what dream?'
'Oh, maybe I shouldn't get into--'
'I had a dream too,' he sent to her, blinking a few times to
stay awake to talk to her. His dreams seemed worse than real life. In his
dreams he couldn't hear her.
'My dream was pretty close to yours. I'm pretty scared,
Brick,' her mind-messages were even laden with grief and a broken voice, 'I
think we're losing our powers.
Brick tried to picture Blossom for a moment.
'Blossom, it's okay,' he sent to her, his words lingering inside her head, 'We'll get though this.'
'I don't think we're as tough as we used to be,' she transmitted back, 'It's the end for us, Brick.'
'Hey, don't be like that.'
'It's true,' she argued and if he was there with her
physically he'd see her shake her head, 'we were good but all good things must
come to an end.
'I refuse to believe that,' he sent, his voice rough, 'and you
'What are we supposed to do?' she asked him secretly, 'as a
Powerpuff girl, I've dedicated my whole life to protect Townsville and
everything else, but if I lose my powers, what would I become?
'Blossom, stop it!' he shouted mentally, his face contorted
with surprise, 'I can't believe I'm hearing this from you! I've never known you
to be scared, even the first time I met you!
'Brick, aren't you scared?' she questioned, 'at least a
There was a pause.
She heard him sigh and then, 'Maybe I'm a bit concerned,' he
admitted, 'but we'll find a way.
'Yeah, I promise,' he sent to her, his voice firm.
He heard her chuckle and it made him almost want laugh out
'That's my girl!' she heard him exclaim and it warmed her
'Brick,' she thought, 'I feel so close to you now.'
'It seems that way,' he sent back agreeably, 'but I--' he
'My arms are empty,' he sent, 'If I could only--'
'Oh, Brick, you don't have to say it,' she sent, her voice
sounding so understanding, 'I know.
'Yeah, me too.'
'Hey, I feel a little better now,' she thought, 'I'm going to try to get some sleep now.'
'All right, Blossom.
'Sweet dreams, Brick.'
'Hey Bubbles,' Boomer sent, 'Are you awake?'
'Yeah,' she answered, 'you weren't able to send me any messages when you were sleeping?'
'No,' he thought, 'I hope it was just a dream.'
'Me too,' she agreed, I'm so sleepy but I'm afraid to go to sleep
because I don't see you in my dreams anymore.
'I wonder what these nightmares are supposed to mean,' he thought.
'Blossom says it might be the effects of the Chemical X
wearing off,' she suggested, 'our powers are weakening.
'I'm afraid so,' he replied, 'Brick told us that the Chemical X could be the cause of it.'
'I don't like this Boomer,' Bubbles sent to him, close to tears, 'It scares me.'
The sound of her broken voice wanted him to go mad or kill
'Give me a minute,' she pleaded, 'Please, Boomer, let me just let it out.'
'All right, go ahead.' He listened to her cry and nearly
wanted to die because he wasn't there to wipe her tears away or comfort her
like she needed to.
'A-a little,' she responded softly and she let out a
'How long has this been happening?' he asked.
'Oh I don't know,' she replied, 'for a while.
'It's been happening to us for some time too,' he confessed, 'but we didn't think it was anything major.'
'We thought the same thing,' she confided, 'but it got worse
'The Professor doesn't know?' he sounded shocked.
'We didn't want to worry him,' she explained, 'we thought it
was jut a phase.
'Oh, Bubbles, I don't think that'd happen,' he sent to
'I can't believe this is happening to me.'
'Hey, are you afraid if the chemical X wears off you'll
change into a sugar packet?' he teased her, trying to get a giggle from
'Boomer, listen to me,' she commanded, wanting to scream out loud, 'I want to tell you something in case I'll never get around to it.'
He swallowed and hoped she didn't sense his uneasiness.
'I want to say this in person,' she began, 'but I just have
to tell you now while I have the chance.
'If we weren't apart right now,' he said immediately, 'I hug and kiss you and I'd never be able to let go.'
'Boomer,' she sent, her voice hopeful, 'you feel the same way?'
'Yeah, I love you too.'
'Goodnight, Boomer,' Bubbles sent.
'Yeah, sweet dreams, Sugar Baby,'
'I like it when you call me that!' She giggled and they both turned to go to sleep.
'Can't sleep, Buttercup?' Butch sent, 'I can't either.'
'How're you feeling?'
"Why should I be scared?' she sent demandingly.
'Because I am.'
'Well, I'm not.'
'Not even a little?'
'No, I'm more like angry.
'Think I do?'
'No, I'm sorry, Butch.
'You're going to have to trust me.'
"Butch, I do trust you.'
'Really?' he sent questionably, 'Buttercup, you don't trust
'Ace has nothing to do with this!' she sent angrily.
'I think he does,' he sent, 'You trusted him at first and
then he hurt you.
'Oh, please,' Buttercup sent, almost wanting to slap him to
his senses, 'Butch, you know I trust you.
'I care about you, Buttercup,' he finalized, 'a lot. I'm worried about you.'
'Hey, I'll be fine.
'What if it's not and you lose your powers?'
'It would really suck.
'The professor could do something.'
'I don't know, maybe.
'He doesn't know?'
'He created you!'
'We didn't feel like telling him, all right?'
'Don't you think you should at least tell him before the
chemical X wears off completely?
'What are you worried about?'
'You of course!'
'Butch, I can take care of myself!
'I know you can, Buttercup!
Buttercup couldn't move and she was glad he couldn't see
'W-What d-did y-you s-say?
'Well, if you thought I said I love you, then yes.'
'I didn't know you felt that way about me.'
'You didn't think I could.'
'You're full of surprises, aren't you?' she questioned.
'So are you, Buttercup.'
'Well, aren't you going to say anything?' he sent, a bit hurt.
'I'm sorry;' she sent immediately, 'I just can't believe you
'Well, it's how I feel.'
She sighed, 'Butch--I--'
'You don't have to say it if you don't' feel the same way,' he sent, sensing her nervousness.
'But I do.
'Take your time.'
'I'd like to go to sleep now.'
'I understand, goodnight.'
'I've never seen this side of you before,' she sent.
They were able to have a nice night's slumber, but when they were going to wake up the next morning, they had no idea what lay ahead.