Video Diary

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Camera turns on, revealing a hallway. It is dingy and dusty, and while there are clearly other people living there the premises is run down and beaten up.
An old man leaning against a wall covers himself with a blanket as Butch passes. Butch turns a corner to find Boomer and Brick actively dusting and sweeping the corridor.
"I still say it'd be easier to find somewhere new. Kick out somebody who already has a clean house or something!" Boomer insists.
"Forget it stupid, you know the girls would find out if we did that. If we want to stay in their good books we have to -"

"Hey Guys!" Butch interrupts. Both of them wave.
"That's it!" Boomer interrupts. "If butch gets to waltz around having fun then I'm not working either."
"Oh quit your bellyaching."
Brick sighed, "Ok, let's take a break." he said, leading the boys back into their apartment.
The camera jolted about as Butch walked and the boys cleaned themselves up, using the sink.
The television in the corner of the room hissed and crackled as its signal cut in and out.
For something the boys were simply squatting in their apartment was pretty tidy. One bunk bed on one side wall and a single bed on the other, they only managed to have power and water thanks to Boomers talents.

"So what's with the camera?" Brick enquired, giving the boy a strange look.
"It's my latest plan to keep up in the good books with the girls; A video diary. I plan on using it for myself too, but I'm also gonna record our battles and stuff and give those to Blossom."
"Can I see?"
Butch handed over the camera and Brick examined it

*camera turns off*

*camera turns back on*
"- batteries for. If either of you guys damages this I'll-"
"What will you do?"
Butch put the camera down over by the bed and turned it so it could see the entire room.
"I'll tell Blossom what you and Brite were saying about her earlier."
Brick blanched.
"You wouldn't dare?"
Butch chuckled and slapped his brother on the back. "Yeah, I wouldn't. But I'm serious about the camera bro."
Brick, still pale, hit Butch and sent him flying into one of the beds. A tonne of feathers filled the air and two springs went flying across the room, causing all three boys to start laughing.

Boomer helped the brunette out of the now devastated mattress and he collected the cameras.
"Alright, interview time!" Butch commanded as he set the focus and zoom, waiting for the air to clear.
"Starting with Brick: If you believe him he's the smartest, the strongest, the scariest and the most hairiest of us boys. The leader of our band he's always the first to beat his own drum."
Brick frowned, "You want another woopin?"
"Tell us how you do it Brick?"
"How I do what?"

"Oh-Kay" Brick replied after a moment, "On to Boomer. The most immature and girly of the group; even though he was the last of us to score his relationship with Bubbles is only one that is known best by the people of Townsville. How'd You do it?"
"Get Bubbles ya mean?" Boomer asked, "I was at the right place at the right time, I saw Bubbles flying away from some lunch date gone wrong and played the nice guy. Hugged her and let her talk to me and stuff."
"Gee, that's impressive isn't it?" Brick sneered, "Really brave and powerful and manly."
"Give him a break Brick, if you want to talk about stuff you can do so next."
"I should 'av gone first!"
The camera pointed itself at the ground, "I let you go first idiot. You choked!"
"I did not!" Brick launched himself at the boy holding the camera and Butch only barely managed to toss the camera into the bed before the impact. It rolled and fell downwards into the hole in the mat, pointing upwards at the back of Boomer's head.

"Oh for crying out loud." Boomer interrupted, then pulled the curtains off the wall and wrapped them around the fighting boys. "Butch, who ya gonna talk about?" He asked, "Blossom hates ya and Brite would screw anything with legs."
Brick stared at Boomer and turned bright red with anger as the Blond picked the camera up and pointed it back towards the action. Flexing his muscles he tore the blinds and stepped out, shaking of the material as though shaking dust off his feet.
"The only reason I don't beat the crap out of you." He told the blond, "Is 'cause you're nice guy routine is the only thing guaranteed to keep the girls off our back."
The camera nodded, "I know. That's why I do it." Boomer replied, only the slightest amount of uncertainty showing in his voice. Then he laughed openly. "That and cause I get so much sugar!"

"Can I have my camera back?" Butch asks; untangling himself as Brick had. "I wanna take it and go beat up fuzzy or something. I need to put some serious action."

Out in the city a loud roar splits the air. Butch was out the window in a heart beat, focusing on the giant alligator-like monster.
"I got something better than Fuzzy!" He called back to his brothers as he picked up on the girls leaving their home across town.
Butch grabbed the Camera back from Boomer and grinned. "Yes!" He hissed, "Monster time..." The boys flew out, the ground passing beneath the camera in a blur.

"Time to kick some Monster Butt!"