Elsewhere, HIM was having a distinct change of heart, though the phrase didn't quite seem suitable.  The only thing in HIS chest was a gluttonous black hole, a total void of compassion.  It would be more fitting to say that HE had a change of mind, for after speaking with Mojo HIS plans had begun to take on a very different twist.  The chimp's impudence disappointed HIM greatly.  In the past Mojo was always quick to bestow proper respect at his arrival, begrudging though it had been.  He had grown far too bold for his own good in the past decade, far too bold indeed.  The cretinous mortal would need to be brought down several pegs, of that there was no doubt.  And for that to happen, his schemes would need to fail.  Spectacularly.<br/><br/>Looking through the eyes of a seemingly harmless stuffed octopus laying at the head of Bubbles bed, HIM began to water the seeds of discontent within young Boomer's mind.<br/><br/>Wait.  Why am I putting up with Mojo's crap again?  All he's ever done is use us, right from the very beginning.  I may not be the brightest, but I know when I'm getting the short end of the stick.  Besides making us in the first place, what has he ever done?  When we got fried he didn't even try to bring us back.  That was all HIM.  And when "dear old dad" realized we were back, he just wanted us as a weapon again!  He never gave a damn about us.  Not like the Prof with Bubbles.  Maybe that's why she turned out alright...  She had a real father.  Maybe...  Maybe it would be alright to trust her after all.  Screw Mojo, why should I ruin a chance at happiness just because he can't get over his damn grudge?  Do I want to be like that for the rest of my life, harboring a need for revenge until I'm as pathetic as he is?<br/><br/>The deed was done.  The suggestion was no doubt far more agreeable to Boomer than the previous one had been, and would take hold swiftly.  All the blue Rowdyruff needed was confidence.  There would surely come a day quite soon where his raw power would be needed, but for now there were other matters that required HIS attention.  The Wrestling competition had been a rather unorthodox idea, but HIM had always found Fuzzy Lumpkins to be an amusing diversion, what with his insane stance of isolationism and total lack of social graces.  Most people thought him to be a complete and total idiot, completely forgetting that his head harbored an intellect capable of making a gun that could turn people into meat.  Eccentric, perhaps, but far from the simpleton most people expected.  His only weakness was a lack of<em>drive</em>, so HIM had decided to change that little flaw.  Literally.<br/><br/>On the outside the truck was simply a truck, if far more gargantuan than most models.  But within the engine, unbeknownst to the pink, mountain dwelling Lumpkins, roared the heart of a true demon.  Even HE wasn't quite sure what effect it would have on the truck's powers, but it would certainly provide a hilarious diversion.  Buttercup would surely find some untapped reserves of strength, knowing that people's lives were at risk, perhaps even enough to overpower the overconfident Princess.  And Blossom, unknowingly the target of Brick, would be forced to leave in a hurry and ruin the red Rowdyruff's attempts at infiltration.  An entire day's work brought crashing down in an instant by the most ornery redneck in all of Townsville.