Brick and Butch were at the jailhouse. Brick was sitting alongside one of the walls inside the fence. It was the wall that was the yard where most prisoners went to work out or to burn off steam. "So where'd you get this?" Brick asked while Butch was setting an obvious explosive on the wall with little care for the damage all of the criminals within would cause to the town, doubting it would be any more than a regular giant monster level of damage. "Stole it from dad's lab," Butch hummed while turning on the timer for twenty seconds. It gave the two ample time to fly up high in the sky to get out of the way. They watched and waited, and finally the explosion came. Debris went flying, bricks and rock being turned into shards of stone. A huge gaping hole remained in place of the wall. It didn't even take two seconds for prisoners to begin pouring out like boiling water. "Whoa… they're like ants," Brick had to admit. It was a creepy sightseeing how eager they were to escape. "Whatever. It should work," his green sibling didn't care still. The two flew off before anyone could realize they were behind this.

Boomer was lost in his thoughts while walking back to the foreclosed building he called home. Along his walk, he noticed an odd sight. There stood a bald man in an orange jumpsuit who was trying to break into a postal box with a crowbar. Boomer rolled his eyes. "A lucky moron escaped jail…" he thought going over and swiping the crowbar from him. "Hey! What's the big ide-" the man got cut off midsentence when the crowbar whacked right into his knee. That man let out a howl of agony before falling over, his leg being broken from one superpowered strike "Sorry. Just needed to think," the blonde boy sighed. He just didn't want his girlfriend to get bothered by one idiot thief.

Boomer raised an eyebrow though, hearing the sound of glass shattering. He saw a nearby electronic store that was now being looted by about four muscular men. "I think I'll need to borrow this," he said, picking the crowbar back up before beginning to approach the store, remembering Buttercup complaining about being awoken in the middle of the night so often that made him at least want to do something to help her if he could. "CALL ME AN AMBULANCE!" the man screamed, holding his broken leg. The blue boy ignored his cries as he entered the electronic shop through the window, the same way the criminals had gotten in.

"Get out before ya get hurt, kid," the first man closest to him spoke, having a stereo on his shoulder. Seeing the four men all look at him, Boomer rolled his eyes. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop," he responded, only to hear the mocking laughter of the inmates. He didn't feel afraid. Instead, he felt brave. Being tag teamed by four regular people wasn't much of a threat. Boomer pulled back his arm, ready to put his strength right into this fight. He hit the first man in the jaw with the crowbar, knocking out a few teeth. He threw the tool away after. "Come on then," Boomer grinned. The next escaped criminal attempted to pulverise him overhead with an oversized speaker. Boomer just broke the speaker into pieces before punching him in the stomach and throwing him aside. Then he used his heat vision to assault the next criminal. Burning him partially did enough to render him unconscious.

Boomer approached the final convict standing, who just seemed to be frozen with fear. "So, you give up?" he asked. He received a nod from the agreeing man. The blonde boy went over to a nearby phone and attempted to use it to call 911 after waiting for a few short rings. Finally, someone answered. "Yes, police department? I caught some escaped convicts…" he tried to explain the situation, but he was cut off by the dispatcher. "Sir, SWAT teams are being dispatched to deal with a lot of escaped convicts. No units are available. Please avoid contact and do not attempt to detain," the 911 operator responded. Boomer hung up, now just confused. "What is going on…?" he wondered, surrounded by wires connected to an electronic. When he noticed, he decided to put them to use and tie up the criminals before he made his way back outside. It felt nice to be acting like a vigilante, a rewarding sense that was only being overwhelmed with confusion. He decided to continue his walk to find out what was going on. He knew it meant that his girlfriend was probably going to be busy, no matter what.

At the Utonium household, Buttercup and Blossom were watching television, trying to relax after their individual long days, while their father was trying to work on his next invention. Just then, they heard the all too familiar ringing noise. "I got it!" Bubbles chimed from upstairs, going to the emergency hotline and picking it up. "Yes, mayor?" she cheerfully answered, only to hear nothing but his usual scared voice on the other end of the line. "Oh, it's awful! Someone attacked the prison! Over two hundred criminals escaped!" he cried. She didn't exactly know what to consider this; either a huge threat or a minor one. Prison breakouts were common, but this sounded bigger. She slammed the phone on the receiver and darted downstairs in a streak of blue light.

"Blossom! Buttercup! Part of the jail's been destroyed!" Bubbles announced. "What?! How even…" Buttercup growled. "Doesn't matter. We have to get out there and keep the damage as minimal as possible," Blossom declared, her sisters agreeing. "Bubbles, you go and make sure no one else escapes the prison. Buttercup, me and you are going to have a lot of fighting to do," she ordered. With that, they separated, flying off to the sky, leaving streaks of light behind them.

Buttercup just kept up alongside Blossom. Pretty much any fugitive wearing orange she planned to hit. She was more worried about her boyfriend, though. She was aware the prison was a good distance from his home. But still. She was aware at how unpredictable some criminals could be.