Bobby Brady was never one to give up, in fact he could be downright stubborn when it came to getting what he wanted, like when he wanted his very own trophy while his siblings all had trophies of their own. This was no different. He wanted his freedom, and he wanted to save his family from his psychotic cousin. There's no way he could travel to the Grand Canyon on his own, but he knew Greg was tough. It he didn't finish Oliver, then Bobby would.

"Come on," Bobby said as he used the pin to try to unlock the chains around his ankles. "Please."

The first chain came off of his foot, lessening the pain of how tight it was put on. He felt immediate comfort as he got to work on the other one. Once that was off, he'd have to find some kind of pain relief to put on his pens from where Oliver had him, as that pain still quite stung.

"Come on, baby," Bobby said as he played with the pin a little more. It snapped just as the chain fell off of his ankle. His ankles were sore and bruised, but he could still stand under his own power. "YES!"

He kicked the locks away as he realized he was standing naked in the drafty garage. He shivered a little as he made his way toward the house and found the spared house key under the mat, quickly getting inside before the neighbors saw him. It wouldn't be the first time the neighbors saw him stark naked, but now the situation was turning deadly. He shut the door and leaned against it, feeling the warmth of the heat inside the house and the warm carpet under his bare feet.

"It's good be home," Bobby smiled.

"It won't be once the family comes home with that little psycho in tow," Luke told him. "What are you going to do?"

"It I'm right, I have at least 5 days until they come home," Bobby said. "I need clothes, food, and a plan, And a shower, I think I'll do that first."

Bobby stood under the hot water, his hand leaning on the wall as the water hit him. It felt good to finally clean himself and forget his troubles for a few minutes. He wanted to stand there forever but knew he had work to do. After an hour, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stood in front of the mirror,

"I don't know if I have it in me to kill him," Bobby whispered.

"He murdered me," Luke told him. "He killed Peter. He's going to hurt others if you don't stop him."

"You're right," Bobby said as he stared at the dark blonde boy in the mirror. "I have to stop him. Maybe he'll listen to reason."

"He took a knife to your dick,"Luke reminded him.

"You're right, this fucker's toast," Bobby said as he turned to look at Luke as his stomach growled. "But first, I'm starving."

Bobby had raided the fridge, finishing Alice's pot roast, the sliced ham, some leftover spaghetti, a few pieces of cake. He felt like he had room for more as he sat at the table.

"Happy birthday to me," Bobby sighed Luke put his hands on Bobby's shoulder.

"I'm sure your family would have remembered if it weren't for that sneaky little bastard," Luke told him. "It's okay, we'll make sure they remember when you take out Oliver and they're not brainwashed anymore. What are you going to do now?"

"Get dressed and prepare for war," Bobby said as he stood up. "This house isn't big enough for the both of us."

Bobby headed upstairs to his former bedroom and looked through the drawers for underwear, jeans, socks, and then started looking for a shirt. Oliver had destroyed or thrown away pretty much every shirt he had, then he found his cherished Joe Namath jersey. What better to wear to take out his opponent?

Bobby held it up and smiled. It was just fit given his recent growth spurt.

"Prepare for a very Brady ass kicking,"

Bobby roamed the house, looking for any weapons he could find. He sat them all on the living room table. A hammer, nails, and other hardware tools stared up at him at Bobby picked up a hammer.

"Alright, Oliver, let's dance."