Short, yes, but better than nothing, right? Enjoy!

It was past evening when Butch returned.

His brothers were waiting for him. Boomer, ever the idiotic younger brother, smiled exuberantly at him while their eldest brother sported a mildly irritated frown on his face.

"Where the hell have you been all day?" he demanded.

Butch turned to face him and levelled his gaze with that of his brothers. "I think that's business only I need to worry about," he calmly answered.

In an instant, Butch was in the air as Brick scooped him up by the front of his shirt, gritting his teeth.

"Listen, you loser," he growled, "You two just happen to be my brothers so I think we all know that I have some sort of responsibility over you idiots."

"Jeez, calm down, man," Butch answered casually, "I've just been around. Flyin' over the city and stuff. No need to get so cross."

Brick dropped him with an aggravated sigh as he landed on his bottom with a thud.

"We've been away from this place for years. Things have changed in our absence. People have also become different. They probably don't remember us as well now, and I'd like to keep it that way. Do remember the last time the populace of Townsville saw us, we destructed the place. The last thing I need is an angry mob at our door calling us criminals and shit just because we used to be dumb kids. I don't need them knowing of us so soon."

"Yeesh, you make too much of a big deal," Butch muttered as he got to his feet.

Brick whipped around.

"Excuse me?" he demanded fiercely.

Butch shrank back under his piercing stare. "I-I meant-"

"I don't want to hear it," Brick interrupted, "We only came back here because we've got a job to do. Lessen the burden for me and don't mess it up!"

Butch nodded rapidly as he saw the thin trail of smoke come out of his brother's nose and finally got him to get off his back.

"Your dinner's in the fridge. Help yourself," the red Ruff muttered one last time before heading to his room.

Butch stared after his retreating form until he disappeared behind his bedroom door.

"Well," Boomer started, finally speaking up, "That was interesting."

"Shut up," Butch muttered as he went over to the kitchen and yanked open the fridge door. God, he was starving.

"Hey, y'know how you said you've been flying around town?" Boomer piped up again.

Butch grunted.

"Have you seen any of those Powderpuffs or whatever they're called?"

Butch almost choked on his own spit. He wasn't supposed to know about that yet. He glanced at his brother and resisted the urge to smack his face off. He needed to hit something, but opted to look at him pointedly instead, saving his urge for his punching bag after.

"Lay off, Boom," he muttered.

"But broooo," the blonde whined.

Butch bit back his groan. Ugh, god... he was SO damn annoying sometimes.

"What's so wrong in telling me? I promise I won't tell Bri- Oop!"

"Shut. Up. Your godforsaken mouth," Butch hissed as he quickly clamped his hand over his idiot brother's mouth.

Boomer made muffled noises of agreement as he nodded and Butch immediately removed his hand when he felt something wet and slimy run over his palm.

"Gross. You did not seriously just do that," he muttered in disgust as his brother grinned like the idiot he was.

Butch washed his slobbery hand before turning back to the task of heating his food in the microwave before his younger brother had decided to lick his goddamn hand. Ew.

"Ok, Butch, seriously. Come onnn!" Boomer resumed whining, 'You've seen them, haven't you? Why else would you have clamped my mouth shut!"

"When the time is right, you'll find out for yourself," Butch told growled irritably, "Now lay off! And let me eat in peace!"

Boomer looked annoyed. "Ok, Ok. Eat to your heart's content," he muttered as he backed out.

Butch scowled at him now.

"OKAY, I'm OUT!" Boomer cried as he ducked his brother's green laser beam.

"BEAT IT!" Butch snarled, and Boomer hurried off.

What's gotten him into such a mood? He wondered irritably, And what the hell does he mean by "When the time is right"?

Boomer sighed. He would never understand his brothers. Either of them.

Being the youngest sucked.

OKAY! First part of chapter four done, heh. ;) Yes, Yes, there was more to this in the works but I didn't want you all to read it just yet, so I guess just enjoy this little bit while you can, heh? Something is better than nothing, am I right?

Anyways, Butch has a really weird thing for cryptic messages, huh? See you all in the next chapter! Take Care and always R&R! I love reading your thoughts and what you thought about the story! Love ya'll! (And no, I'm not from the Southern States. I just like saying that ;p)