Brick and Boomer just found themselves pondering the next step of what to do. They had unfortunately confirmed their father's escape from prison, not only by a bit of online search on the computer, but by the dinosaur scale that regenerated apparently when damaged. Boomer was holding it, trying to wrap his head around how it worked.

"Soft enough that rats can bite through it… why was the monster so tough?" the blonde boy had to wonder aloud. His leader looked more in a confused emotional state between upset and anger both flooding his mind simultaneously, trying to think on what to do. There wasn't many options available. With Butch's arm injured with muscle damage like the doctors had told them, he wasn't going to be reliable to head to anywhere farther away.

"Probably because it had a million of those things on top of one another…" Brick spoke the first theory he could come up with. A giant monster covered in a ton of quick healing scales was threatening until they killed it. Boomer used his heat vision, melting the scale easily, and watched its jellified form plop to the floor. This time it didn't reform. He was interested, to say the least, but the monster was dead, and at the rate this was going, their father was going to wind up like it.

"What do we do, Brick? And why would he send that monster on Citiesville? No way a monster that big was burnt out to rob a place," Boomer claimed, trying to put his mind to full use, even if it made him sound dumb in comparison. Sometimes dumb comments lead to brilliant ideas. The red eyes of his leader gazed at the floor.

"I think he wanted to draw us out…" Brick suggested.

"What? He already loses to the Puffs. Why bait us out?" his brother retorted.

"I don't know. He hasn't made enough of a mess for the Powerpuffs to waste time tracking him-…" the orange haired boy's voice trailed off, and his eyes seemed to get overwhelmed in worry. He began to dash upstairs, leaving a red streak of light behind him. Boomer quickly followed in an attempt to keep up. Before he knew it they were out of their old home and flying high above the sky.

"What's going on, Brick?! Slow down!" Boomer yelled, wondering what had got him so panicked for he was going so fast that it was hard to keep up.

"It's Butch! We left him alone! Dad tricked us! He knows where we are!" the red ruff explained their father, more than aware of how his children were when it came to revenge. It was a distraction setup to grab the boy that got weakened the most, and unfortunately Butch was unlucky enough to be the one. The blonde boy realized this, trying his best to keep up with his leader's speed.

At the hospital, Butch was awake, lying in bed. He looked at his bandaged arm, feeling dumb for getting hurt that badly. His other hand was resting on the locket Brick left him. It brought back memories, bad and good, how he almost went insane over his life and fears, feeling calmed and relaxed the more he thought about the last few months. Suddenly, he heard a loud crash shortly thereafter.

"Oh no… not another monster?" the raven haired boy groaned, feeling the floor shake. He stood up, breaking the handcuff holding him to the bed with ease as he approached the window. He didn't see any huge beast demolishing this side of town. He felt relieved, before another crash echoed followed by a scream from the hallway. He noticed that the guard assigned to his room was gone. He took a peek into the hall, noticing a weird metallic suit roaming. The over sized head gave away who it was.

"Dad? What are you doing here?!" Butch demanded an answer, seeing the nurses and doctors running in fear, multiple guards lying unconscious after having failed to attack the heavily armored monkey. The suit is clearly some new invention of his.

"Oh, just coming to check up on my son… and to bring him to my new home!" Mojo laughed. His son glared at him, ready to fight, though this armor or whatever he was dawning was certainly new. He was not sure what it did entirely, but he assumed it was something strong if the monkey had courage enough to fight the super powered boy.

"Yeah, sure… like I'm going to even let you get away with all your limbs!" Butch threatened. He heard his father's laugh. His threats were empty as he waved a metallic hand.

"Come on, then. I'll let you get the first punch," Mojo offered, his smug grin viewable through that visor. The green ruff lunged from down the hall, colliding with the metal monkey, throwing his full strength behind his one armed punch. His knuckles ached just from the collision. His father went maybe a few inches back from the force. Butch fell on one knee, groaning. His knuckles, as he could see, burned red, a slight bit of blood pouring from it. He didn't even leave a dent on the metal suit.

"Good try," Mojo joked, pulling back and taking a swing at him, knocking Butch down the hall, sending him flying far enough to slam into the wall. His arm throbbed in pain. He was really at a disadvantage, weaker than yesterday, due to a chunk of his muscle being damaged. He also had painkillers and other various drugs flowing through his body at the moment. He was maybe half his strength at best, and that suit his father was dawning seemed to increase his own strength by tenfold. Butch hated these times where it came down to trying to be smarter to have a chance to win. Butch punched his arm through the wall and ripped out the first blunt object his hand gripped which was a lead pipe.

"Tell me, how'd you get out of jail?" Butch questioned before using his heat vision on the pipe, melting the end of it into a sharp point, super heating it simultaneously.

"Simply put, I kept a bomb under my helmet," the monkey said while approaching. When he got close, the green ruff jabbed forward with the quickly fashioned spear. His father caught it with his metal glove. It had burnt into the palm of his hand though, making him jerk away, but before Butch could do anything, he got punched in the head again, getting knocked to the floor. He had no time to react as Mojo grabbed his head and slammed it against the floor, repeating the motion over and over, until at last, Butch gave out and fell unconscious.

"You'll be a lot happier after my experiment…" Mojo grabbed him by the leg, beginning to drag him away like a ragdoll.