It's amazing how much simpler life was when we were kids.

Before we moved, life in Townsville was always the same. We would go out, stir up trouble, fight the Powerpuffs, lose, and head home. Mojo would come up with a plan only for it to fail. Him would come up with a plan only for it to fail. They'd argue with us, argue with each other, and then come up with new plans. Thus the cycle repeated. For five years this went on.

One day, something unexpected happened.

I remember it very clearly. It was another lazy Sunday afternoon. I was stretched out on my red beanbag reading a comic book in the living room. My eyes looked over the words without reading any of them. The pictures went by in unfocused blurs. I keep looked up at the walls. Normally I loved being in that room, but not today. The walls were adorned with dozens of weapons that Mojo had built over the years. Most people like to hang pictures or animal heads, but Mojo's not like most people. On the other side of the room the blaring sound of gunfire rang loudly. It was coming from the TV, not any of the actual guns. Just my brothers playing some shooting game. I don't know why they enjoy it so much. After all, we are super powered beings who can take down an army with our bare hands.

That brings me to the reason why I wasn't feeling fond of that room. The thing is, the living room used to be my favorite room. I always loved looking over the vast array of weapons Mojo had put up. Sometimes, just for kicks, my brothers and I would randomly grab a few and see what they could do to the Townsville locals. Yesterday we had done just that. As per usual, the Powerpuffs came to stop us. And as per usual they were winning.

Blossom had landed a perfectly precise strike right into my chest. I flew back into a nearby skyscraper. First I felt the glass window shatter on my back, followed by a desk splitting in two as I rammed through it. My head bashed a wall over and my body started slowing down, only to be stopped by another wall. I slowly got up to see her standing there, per usual. It was just another typical battle. I had lost like always and now it was time for Blossom to claim her superiority and for me to fly home.

But today, something unexpected happened.

Blossom was standing there with her hands of her hips, looking at me. I was sitting there by the cracked wall, looking back at her. A minute past by and she just kept looking. I started getting confused, even a little concerned. This wasn't part of the routine. After another minute, she said something. Something I won't ever forget.

"Brick…you don't have to be a weapon you know. You could…you…"

She sighed. Her eyes fell to the floor along with her hands. Even her big red bow seemed to droop down a bit. She gave me one last sad look, then flew off.

That night her words kept me from getting any sleep. I just kept thinking about that one word…weapon. The next day my attention wasn't on my comic book. It was on the walls. If Mojo hung me up there, I'd fit in perfectly. He didn't create me because he wanted kids; he created me to destroy the Powerpuffs; to be his ultimate weapon.

"Boys! Listen to me carefully, for I have an important announcement!"

"Well speak of the devil," I thought as said monkey came into the room. "Actually, scratch that." I thought as I noticed him being followed but a certain clawed demon.

My brothers flew over. "Make it quick," Butch complained, "We're trying to play our game here."

"You'll have to wait for bit honey, because mommy and I have two important announcements." Him replied in his strange, feminine voice. I chuckled when I saw the irritation on Mojo's face.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out." Mojo said sarcastically as he shot Him a death glare. "As you boys know, we have had no success in destroying the Powerpuff girls for many years now. We have come up with hundreds and hundreds of plans, but not a single one has worked. They all failed, were foiled, botched, unsuccessful, getting close but not close enough, flops, bombed…"

"Oh man we're gonna be here all night." Boomer whined.

"Get it on with it Mojo!" Him yelled as he hit the monkey in the back of the head.

"Yes, yes." Mojo rubbed the back of his head. "Anyway, this time will be different. Our newest plan is going to succeed in ways no one will see coming!"

"I've heard that one before." I said.

Him let out a small, girlish laugh. "Tell me Brick, what do mommy's plans always have in common?"

"You mean besides from sucking?"

Him laughed again as Mojo growled angrily. "Let me put it this way, when I'm trying to destroy the girls, how do I go about it?"

"Well when we're not helping you…" Boomer said, scratching his blond hair, "You're always doing stuff to their minds that I can't ever figure out."

"That's right Boomie. There's a smart boy." Him began patting my brother on his head, getting an annoyed look from "Boomie".

"But that's not what Mom does," Butch said, "Mom always uses some kind of super weapon to blow them into dust."

Mojo growled as steam came out of his ears. "FOR GOODNESS SAKES, I AM NOT ANYONE'S MOTHER! But you are correct Butch. I always go about their destruction through physical means. Be it lasers, giant robots, unstoppable super weapons, or you three boys."

"Yeah great," I thought to myself as my heart sank down, "that's exactly what we're supposed to be. Unstoppable super weapons."

Him extended his arms and brought us all into a hug. "You see boys, Mojo and I have come up with plan that will destroy those pesky girls both physically and mentally. The only way we can do is by working together as one big evil family."

"Yes, which is why we're moving." Mojo proclaimed as he pushed Him's arms off.

My brothers and I looked at each other. "Why do we need to move?" We all asked at the same time.

"What an excellent question." Him replied. "For this plan to work it's imperative that you boys go to school."

"WHAT!" The three of us yelled out.

Butch stomped on the ground, causing a crack to appear. "We don't need to go to stupid school! Besides, Mom teaches us school himself!"

Looking back, I guess that's why I decided that my brothers and I were going to live with "Mom" instead of "Dad". Mojo may be an annoying, psychotic jerk, but he's always had a soft spot for us. Him may be the more affectionate parent from a distance, but I've always known that deep down he only does it as a means to control us. Mojo had been home schooling us for a few years and did genuinely treat us like we were his children. I didn't know it at the time, but I've always wanted to be treated like that. Treated like a person. The only problem is that if my brothers and I ever lost our powers, then Mojo would immediately throw us into a ditch somewhere. In the end, we're just…weapons.

"It's not the education you need." Him explained. "It's the school environment. Remember, we're going to be destroying the girls mentally."

"So what does that have to do with moving and going to school?" Boomer asked.

"It is simple." Mojo said. "In seven years the Powerpuff girls are going to be in the middle of attending high school."

"So," Butch scoffed. "What does that have to do with anything? Why do we have to wait eight years when we can just crush them now?"

"We cannot crush them now, Butch! Have the last five years taught you nothing?"

I flew over and started knocking on Butch's head. "Judging by the echo I hear…"

"Hey knock it off!" Butch yelled as he took a swing at me.

Him grabbed is with his claws. "Boys please, let mommy finish explaining the plan before you start asking questions."

"Stop calling me that!" Mojo yelled as he stomped on the floor. He let out a defeated sigh and continued. "You see boys, high school is an evil, malicious place. It is filled with the most treacherous creatures known to mankind;" We leaned in, eyes wide in curiosity. Mojo was silent for a moment. He looked at us back and forth, and then yelled out "TEENAGERS!"

The room was silent. I looked at him with one of my eyes slightly raised. I could hear a bird chirping by the open window.

"You'll have to trust us on this one." Him said, winking at us.

Mojo cleared his throat, looked from side to side and continued. "Being a teenager is the most difficult part of life. Hormones acting up, trying to become independent, fearing the future, temptations all around, questioning your existence, trying to prove yourself to your peers, and while suffering all these dilemmas you have to spend the whole day surrounded by hundreds of others suffering with the exact same colossal mountain of dilemmas!"

The room went silent again. Boomer absentminded cracked his fingers. "Sounds tough."

"Oh it is, as you boys will soon learn. And not just you, but the Powerpuff Girls as well! They may have super powered bodies, but they still have the minds of girls. Mentally they are just as vulnerable as any regular human girl, and that is the key to destroying them! It is an element that you boys can take advantage of and we shall train you to do so!"

"So why do you need us to do it?" I asked. "This is your department Dad. Can't you just mess with them when they're in high school?"

Him gathered us up into a huddle this time. "Oh but there's something you boys have with the girls that's special. Something that the rest of us villains don't have with them."

"What's that?" The three of us asked.

"When you boys fight with the girls, you don't use any of mommy's weapons do you?"

"No way!" Butch yelled. "We can beat up those stupid girls with our fists! Punch them right in their ugly faces!"

"That's right. You boys can go toe to toe with the girls. I can't do that, and neither can mommy, or fuzzy, or sedusa, or the gangreen gang, or anybody else. When you fight the girls it all comes down to your similar, super powered abilities. That makes you rivals."

"So that's important?" Boomer asked.

"Oh goodness yes! When rivals fight each other it's not about winning or losing or saving the world. It's about whose better. If you can beat the Powerpuff Girls at their own game you won't just win, you'll show them that you're better than they are. You'll be the superior versions, and that will crush them in a way the rest of us can never achieve."

"To do this," Mojo chimed in, "you will have to train hard. Brick, you must study as hard as you can in order to beat Blossom academically."

I smirked. "That would drive her completely crazy."

"Butch, you must train your body vigorously so that you can outdo Buttercup as a fighter."

"Sounds good to me!" Butch said as he did a fist pump.

"And Boomer, you must trick Bubbles into thinking you are her friend, then reveal it as a lie and crush her faith in the world."

Boomer let out a small neutral sound and looked to the side.

"Once the Powerpuffs are at their lowest point, then we will strike! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Him clapped his claws together. "You boys will need to get yourselves equated with the social life of your peers. If we do that here the Powerpuff Girls are bound to notice, hence why we are moving. Now go pack your bags boys. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

That day the cycle ended. The five of us disappeared from Townsville without a trace. Mojo had the Townsville Times sent to our new address in order to keep an eye on what was happening. Naturally there were numerous articles speculating on us, but after a few weeks the interest died down. As per usual, the girls spent the next few years saving the day. The five of us got so busy that no one noticed when the subscription was up.

It's too bad, because a lot of unexpected things were happening.