The shadows of the raging, starved mutts climbed the brick walls like a fire. The poor hotdog man wrapped himself around a suspended shard of wood, trembling and watching the furious hounds growl, snap and yap at him. There was a delicious lingering of hotdogs in the air and all over the terrified gent, hanging just over an open courtyard for pound pooches, who snarled and growled. Not far away, two delinquent lads in their hues of green and red, lounged on a roof top, watching the spectacle, while chowing on the contents of the hotdog cart. Ketchup and Mustard was essential drank, squeezed eagerly from the bottles, and the boys chuckled, seeing the man struggle.

"Wow, those mutts really wanna take a chunk out of him!" exclaimed Butch, his cheeks puffed like a hamster.

"I know right?" agreed Brick, unintentionally spitting specks of bread roll. "Too bad Buttmuncher isn't here to see"

"Well, it's either him or this guy"

Brick nodded "No kidding. You think there'll be anything of him left?"

"Probably his toupee and those dorky socks" commented the raven haired lad.

"I meant Boomer"

"Huh? Oh yeah, he'll be fine"

Shrugging dismissively, the brothers made themselves comfortable and watched in mild amusement at the innocent fella's torture; letting out a terrified scream as his palms became wet with sweat and he slipped from the wood and down into the furry cluster of fangs and claws.

"Mmmn... no more" muttered the blonde. "Trains... evil... "

Robin watched the boy cautiously, who was snug as a bug in her bed. He'd taken a serious wallop from the onslaught of trains and his face began to produce an unhealthy scheme of black and blue, matching his regular attire. Ginger meowed sympathetically and pounced up on the bed, prowling towards the beaten Rowdyruff. The sweet kitty nuzzled and purred at the fellow's face, until the blonde spluttered and grumbled angrily, urging the friendly feline to scamper away.

"Ugh... go away... fuzzy... ew, it's in my mouth!" he growled lazily, still trying to find his head. As if recovering from a hangover, he was disorientated and the room around him was spinning. "Err, this sucks... w-where am I?"

"You're safe" responded Robin softly, smiling as she offered him a glass of orange juice.

"S-Safe... girl... trains... Las Vegas... hot chicks" pronounced Boomer wearily, collecting himself, until it all came together abruptly and he found himself to be uncomfortably sober. "AAAGH!"

"Calm down" the girl assured. "Everything's okay"

"AAAGH! Girl's room! Help! I've been taken hostage! Cooties! Everywhere! Have mercy!" cried the confused boy, zipping around like a desperate fly, trying to find it's way out a window.

The chocolate locked girl reached her arms up, chasing him, attempting to grab ahold of him. "Boomer! Everything's okay. I saved you from the trains"

"Trains!... wait"

It started to come back to him and he lowered himself back down on the floor steadily, thinking. Just when Robin found it okay to approach him, seeing him settle down, she was startled when the Rowdyruff turned on her: projecting out an electric blue that encapsulated the innocent girl in a bubble and levitated her off the ground. The room fizzled with the blinding flickers of light.

"What're you planning to do? Fork me over to the Powerpuff's?"

Flabbergasted by such a suggestion, Robin pressed her paws against the bubble "What?! No!"

"Don't lie to me!"

"I promise, I wouldn't do that. I just thought it was awful how you were left like that and I wanted to help you".

Boomer gave the kindergartner the benefit of a doubt and, without warning, halted his projection casting the bubble and the girl fell to the bedroom floor with a whimper.

"Well, now what? You want money? You want me to do you a favor? Well, no way! 'Cus I'm outta here"

"You're leaving so soon?"

"No, duh. I gotta get outta here!"

"Well, when can I see you again?"

Boomer was puzzled and cocked a brow at the timid girl. "See me again? Sorry, babe, but this is a one time thing"

It was frustrating, seeing Robin's sweet face fall into a sincere sadness. Rolling his eyes, Boomer reckoned as long as his jerk brothers had no clue, no harm would come of it. He figured he wasn't especially eager to meet back up with them after they'd left him for dead anyways. Reluctantly, he turned to face his little maiden in armor. "On the other hand... maybe I can spare some time to hang"

Robin's face brightened immediately "You really mean it?"

"Y-yeah, yeah, yeah." sighed the blonde dismissively, trying to play to cool, like Brick. "But, there are some boundaries. Ya see, I'm not one for making myself publicly known. Me and my bros are kinda... underground when it comes to recognition. The last thing I need is people finding out I'm spending time with a girl... So, our meet ups need to keep private"

"Agreed" nodded the girl.

"So... what exactly is it you wanna do? I'm not particularly wanting to spend my free time in a marshmallow plush dungeon, where I'll be suffocated by cutesy picture of puppies, bunnies and kittens"

"I figured later we could meet up and, I dunno, get up to some mischief" she admitted, rather excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Mischief? What am I? Dennis the Menace? The Rowdyruff Boys are more than just cutesy, lame-o pranks" he asserted firmly.

"Oh really? What else do you do?"

At that moment, there was a ring of the doorbell and Mrs Snyder answered. She called up to her darling daughter who upon hearing, watched Boomer's face turn a stark white in horror:

"Robin, deary, it's you're little friend, Buttercup!"

END OF PART TWO

(Right, first off, I wanna apologize for dragging this out so late. I've been busy and finding time to write recently is almost impossible. That's life for ya. Otherwise, here's another chapter and, hopefully, another shall tag along tomorrow. Until then, enjoy this chapter!)