JOHNNY AND MASON were coming back from the store, Johnny drinking a beer as Mason walked a few feet behind him. Daniel was there to talk to Johnny about Robby. He hears Johnny walking by, "John. Hey, don't you ever answer your..." Daniel starts but trails off seeing the man's beaten up face.

"Oh God, what happened to you?" Daniel asks, as Mason walks out from Johnny. "Mason. What are you doing here?" Daniel questions.

Mason is confused by him, "Uh... spending time with my dad." He says gesturing to the blonde next to him. "What do you want?" Johnny asks, as Daniel sighs.

"I went to your dojo and saw your old sensei. What the hell happened? I thought you said he was gone." Daniel explains, looking between the two. "Look, I don't wanna get into it right now. I got a headache. I need some sleep." The father and son turn around to the apartment.

"I got a lead on Robby." The two both stop in their tracks. "I've been trying to find him on my own. But I thought... maybe you'd like to help." He explains as the two slowly turn back around to face him.

"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you. But I know we all want Robby to be safe. He's out there somewhere. He doesn't have anyone to help him. The whole reason these kids got into trouble was because of us, Johnny. We can't let them suffer because of our issues. The only way to end this is by working together. So?"

——

JOHNNY AND MASON had agreed to join Daniel in their search. Johnny had fallen asleep shortly after getting in the car, leaving Daniel and Mason in silence. "So, you doing okay?" He questions the teen, looking in his mirror to see the boy sitting in the back of the car.

"Don't act like we're buddies. I'm only here to find Robby." Mason scoffs. "Look, I'm sorry for everything." Daniel apologizes, Mason opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it deciding that he didn't want to say anything.

After awhile Johnny has finally woken up, "Hey, I got you a juice. Advils in the glove department." Daniel states, holding up a gross looking green juice. "Looks like sewage." Johnny remarks, "Suck it up. If we want to find Robby, you might wanna be awake." Johnny groans. "Well, drive faster then. I feel like I'm in a rocking chair."

He takes a couple Advil's and downing them with the juice, his face contorts into one of disgust due to the taste. Johnny reaches forward to the radio, turning on some rock music and turning the volume up. "Knock it off." Daniel states, turning the music off. "We're on a mission."

"What are we supposed to do, drive all day looking for a van?" Mason questions from the back. "No, but hopefully our mutual friend can point us in the right direction."

Both Mason and Johnny look out the window as they drive up to this place. The three get out of the car and walk by some people doing yoga in the front yard, giving them questionable looks.

"This is what rehabs like?" Mason questions, looking around. "This is one of these best facilities in the country." Daniel explains to the two.

They walk into the building as a couple girls walk by them smiling. Mason waves to them, just causing the girls to erupt in giggles. "Focus, will ya? We're here on business, not pleasure."

They walk through the place a women greeting them. "Welcome to Malibu Canyon Recovery. You're doing a very brave thing." She states, looking to Johnny. "What? No, I'm not checking in. I'm no quitter."

"I understand. It'll be hard at first." She starts before turning to Mason, "Don't worry, he'll get used to it." Mason looks at her in confusion. Daniel chuckles, "I'm sure he will." He starts walking outside, as the woman walks away. "Yeah, laugh it up, LaRusso." Johnny remarks.

They get outside and walk around the pool, before seeing Shannon sitting at a table. "Mom." Mason calls out, gaining her attention, as he runs up to hug her. "Oh. Honey. It's good to see you." She says, pulling away from him. "You too."

Shannon turns to the face Daniel giving him a tight hug. "Please tell Amanda I said thanks. That lavender essential oil she sent really did help with my insomnia." The two continue to talk as Johnny watches them in confusion, before clearing his throat. They turn to him. "Hi, Johnny."

"Hey. You look good." Johnny states. "You... too?" She says questionably. "Thank you."

"When Daniel said he wanted to talk about Robby, I really wasn't expecting to see the three of you together." She says, looking between them. "Well, whatever it takes to find our son." Johnny says, "I really wanted to take a break from here so I could go look for him, but my life coach advised me against it." Shannon explains.

"Your life coach? Might as well be setting your money on fire." Johnny remarks, "Dad." Mason says, wanting him to stop.

"Johnny, rehab has done wonders for me. It works for a lot of people actually." Shannon tells him, "Glad you're doing better, I really and But I don't need a rehab vacation."

"That's because you idea of vacation is going to some monster truck show." Shannon argues, "Hey, Trusckasaurus was badass, and you loved every minute of it." Johnny replies.

"I was faking."

"Bullshit. I know when you're faking." Johnny shot back.

Mason scoffs, "Cant believe I thought you guys would get along at least for a minute. I'll be out front." He says, sick of his parents constant bickering and storms off.

"We just really need to know if you have any idea where Robby might've gone with the car, I tried to talk to Mason but he's not budging." Daniel states. "He doesn't like to talk about it, not even to me. All I know is whenever Robby and Mason got in trouble, those dimwits weren't far behind." Shannon explains.

"What dimwits?" Johnny questions, "Uh, one looks like Chris Brown, the other one looks vaguely Latin." Both Johnny and Daniel get a look of realization, "Great. Tweedlebumb and Tweedledumbass." Johnny remarks, "How are we supposed to find those dirtbags?" He says, looking over to Daniel. "I know where they are."

The two men had left Shannon, and went back out front where Mason was, sitting in the sidewalk. "Hey, kid. We're going to see some old friends. Or your old friends." Johnny says, getting into the car. Mason groans, knowing exactly who they were talk about.

——

WYATT WAS at home taking care of Hae, he walks into their room and hands her lunch. "Oh thanks, honey." She says, grabbing the plate of food. "Oh, where's June? I haven't seen her today." Wyatt frowns, Hae's memory seemed to be getting worse everyday. "You don't remember what happened?"

    "No. Something wrong?" Hae questions, Wyatt shakes his head. "No. Nothings wrong halmeoni. June isn't here right now." He lies, before walking out the the room.

    He suddenly smells the overflowing trash can in the kitchen. His nose scrunching in disgust. June was usually the one to take out the trash. Wyatt walks outside, to see their landlord was there fixing a pipe on the wall.

    "Hey. You haven't fixed the leak yet." Wyatt states, walking over to him. "And you haven't payed rent. See how that works?" The man says, not sparing a glance at him.

    Wyatt sighs, "Look, I'll have it next week. I'm already working doubles." 

    "Well, last month it was some excuse about your grandmas asthma." The spoke, still fixing the pipe. "It's alzheimer's." Wyatt corrected.

    "Same diff. It's not my job to keep track of your stupid excuses. It's my job to cash rent checks. And if I can't do my job, then you can't live here." He explains, finishing the pipe and taking a step closer to him. "I can't do anything else, I mean-" Wyatt is cut off by the landlord.

    "That caretaker thing is the only reason your not in juvie. Yeah, I heard about that fight. I know your sister ain't here to protect you anymore. She's gonna get locked up, but right now she's still out there." He says, calmly. "Don't talk about her. You don't know anything about the fight." Wyatt spat, he hated when people talked about his sister that way.

    "You know, that boy they fought over. It's all stupid." Wyatt furrows his brows, "That's not what happened."

    "Boys... Girls..." He scoffs, "You know, if miss sister runaway here had a man, instead of a boy. Maybe all of her problems would go away. Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about rent." Wyatt gets angry at him and grabs the shirt of his collar. "Shut up! Don't say anything ever again." He spat. "You don't look like such a man now."

    The man chuckles, "Now, what would you sister say, huh?" Wyatt lets him go, pushing him back. "Whew. Think on what I said. Call your sister up, maybe I'll see her tonight. But if I don't... I better see you with a check on the first." He explains, walking away laughing.

     Wyatt sighs, furious at what he had said about June. He yells, kicking the pipe the landlord had just fixed, leaving a dent.

——

AT THE PRISON, the three were waiting for Trey and Cruz to be brought out. Johnny and Daniel sitting at the table, while Mason was leaning against a nearby wall. "Worse than rehab, better than jail." Johnny says, looking around the place. "Just let me do the talking." Daniel states. "We're not selling bimmers to soccer moms. This is my world, follow my lead."

The two guys were brought out and shoved to sit down at the table. "Bitch-ass Kevin James punk." Cruz mutters under his breath. "Hey, morons." Johnny snaps his fingers in his face.

"Hey, what?" They question. "We're looking for Robby." Daniel states firmly. "If y'all two are the search party, I say he's screwed." Trey and Cruz laugh. "Their not alone." Mason says, announcing his presence to the guys. "Oh, well lookie here. If it ain't one of the pussy brothers." Trey taunts as Mason clenching his fist an punching him in the cheek. "Hey, woah!" Daniel says, Mason quickly apologizes, sitting down. "Talk or you'll be drinking your toilet wine through a straw." Johnny threatens.

"Ooh. Robby daddy talking big game, ain't he? Does it look like we scared of you?" Trey says, while Cruz snickers. "You should be." Johnny replies.

"I don't think so, man. Look at your face. Look like you already got your ass beat." Cruz laughs. Daniel slams his hands on the table, "Enough! Cut the crap. Tell us everything you know about Robby."

"Okay. All right, man. Damn, relax. We ain't mean no disrespect." Trey apologizes, "Sorry, Mr. Larusso."

"What the hell? You listen to him and not to me?" Johnny questions, "He know how to kick ass!"

"And he ain't no punk-ass bitch!" Cruz remarks, earning a slap in the face from Johnny. "Johnny, what the hell?"

Johnny ignores him and slaps him again. "Enough!" Daniel warns, "Better start talking. I can do this all day." Johnny warns them. "No. Hey, hey, hey. It's not necessary." Trey says, holding his cheek in pain.

"Look, we all used to scam people at Tech Town in Panorama City. He knows how to get by around there. All right?" Trey explains, as Johnny and Daniel give each. other a look. "You better be telling the truth or I'm sending them back alone next time." Daniel states, gesturing to the father and son next to him. "Might wanna get your friend here a tampon." Johnny says, before they all stand up and leave the prison.

The three were now back on the road, Johnny was eating corn nuts and tossing them into his mouth. "Would you be carful with those. I don't wanna be digging them out of the upholstery for five years." Daniel says, as Johnny just leans closer to him and popping another nut into his mouth. Daniel looks over at the blonde, "Thanks."

"You know, we're gonna have to talk about what we're gonna do when we find Robby." Daniel continues, "He's my son. I'll talk to him."

"That's always gone well." Daniel mutters, Mason rolls his eyes hearing what he said. "What did you say?" Johnny questions, looking over to him. "Nothin'." He sighs. A soft ringing is then heard throughout the car, Johnny looks around questionably. "Your cars ringing."

Daniel answers the phone call, Amanda's soft voice coming through the speaker. "Hey. Where are you?"

"I'm in the car. Johnny Lawerence is with me, so is Mason." He answers, glancing over to the blonde in the seat next to him. "Oh. Hi, guys." She says slowly. Johnny leans over to Daniel and talks into the steering wheel. "Oh. Hi, Amanda." Mason mentally face palms at his dads antics.

"All right. You know what? Lean back. You just talk normally." Daniel says, shoving the man back. "All right? We got a new lead on Robby."

"A lead? What are you, Tango and Cash?" Amanda questions, "No, Tango and Cash were narcotics detectives. This is a totally different thing." Johnny explains, matter of factly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My mistake."

Mason sighs, "Just get on with it."

Daniel glances back at the boy through the mirror. "We're on the trail now, we just need to check out this info." Johnny decides to give a little too much information to the woman on the phone. "Yeah, scumbags at the prison gave it up easy. Couple of pussies."

Daniel gives him a look that said Really?. "I'm sorry, did you say prison?"

"We were just talking to a couple of guys who knew Robby." Daniel explains. "They wouldn't talk so we had to smack 'em around." Johnny continues. "Oh my god." Mason mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You did what?" Amanda questions, easing her voice slightly. "I didn't smack anyone around, honey. It was more of a good cop, bad cop situation." Daniel tries to recover, but just makes it worse. "Actually, it's more of a no cop situation. You do realize none of you are cops right?"

"Yeah, but we got the information we needed." Daniel states, "Hah, the guy coughed it up like a chicken bone. He cried." Johnny chuckles. "Okay, I'm gonna go in the record and say I'm against this entire operation." Amanda states.

"We just need to find him before the police do. I don't want this kids life to get destroyed if I can help it." Daniel explains, Mason getting slightly jealous that he's doing so much for Robby and not him. "I know, Daniel just... be careful." Daniel answers quickly before hangin up, "I will."

"You has to mention the prison, right? Of course you did." He says in a sarcastic tone. "I'm not lying to you wife for you. All right." Johnny tries to throw a nut into his mouth but misses, and looks around as it falls into the seat.

The three made a stop at a nearby gas station, Johnny filling up the car as Daniel walked out of the with a churro Johnny wanted. Mason was leaning on the trunk of the car, arms crossed. "Cashier hasn't seen him. Here, I got what you wanted." Daniel spoke handing Johnny the treat. "Tech Towns just around the block. We should ask there."

Mason tunes the two men out looking across the street, he notices a familiar face walking down the street. The dark haired girl with a black backpack and bruises on her face, notices his gaze, and sees the two men with him. She quickly flips him the bird before taking off running. He brushes off the interaction, turning around seeing a Dodge Caravan pull in front of the gas station.

Daniel turns around as well noticing the car familiar car, "Isn't that a Dodge Caravan?" Johnny looks over too seeing a man get out of the car. "Hey. Hey, you!" Daniel calls to the man as the two men start off towards him. The scruffy looking guy quickly gets back into the car upon seeing them. Mason quickly opens the drivers seat door, "What you think you're doing?" Daniel questions. "Driving." Mason states, getting in and locking the doors so they couldn't get in. "Like hell you are!" Daniel says, irritated. "Boy, you better get the hell out!" Johnny exclaims, trying to open the door. Mason glances over to his dad and flipping him off as he drives away following the van.

The two cars sped through surface streets and even running a red light, before coming to the abandoned looking warehouse. Mason stops the car as the man gets out and runs inside the building. Mason follows his actions opening the door and running into what looks to be a auto repair shop. "What you doing here kid?" A tall man with scraggly hair and a dark beard spoke from behind him, making Mason turn around in question.

The shorter guy from before stood next to the bearded man as well as another guy holding a small chain. "Where is he?" Mason questions, the three men. "Where is who?"

"The guy that gave you the car. Where is he?" The boy explains, "I don't know. He sold us the junker then took off all right." The shorter guy explains, taking a step closer to the teen. "You sure, that's it?"

"Yeah. I suggest you leave now, or unless you want something else." The taller man spoke, holding up his fist. Mason glances quickly between the three men before lunching forward and punching the smaller man in the jaw. Another guy comes out from behind Mason, grabbing his shirt but is stopped when the boy punches him as well but still holding onto the man arm.

The shorter man tries to attack him but earns a kick in the stomach as he stumbles to the ground, Mason quickly turns around the the man who he still had a hold on. He twists his arm and flips the guy over his shoulder.

The guy with a small chain wraps it around his neck, but Mason slams the guy back into a car hood. Mason sneaks away from the man's hold and throws him against the small car again, cracking the windshield. Mason looks down and grabs a wrench off of the floor and throws it at the shorter guys head.

The scruffy man with a beard grabs him from behind and throws him into a stack of tires. Mason stumbles getting up but the man grabs his collar pulling him off the ground.

The guy spins Mason around into a choke hold but he elbows the guy in the side and grabs the man's hand prying it away just enough for him to get out of his grasp. Mason is able to grab him and knock the man to the ground before kicking him in the stomach.

Mason stands there panting, before noticing the shorter man who he chased here, starting to run away to a back door. Mason runs and tackles him and pins the man to the ground, holding his collar. "The kid you got the van from, where is he?" Mason asks through gritted teeth.

"What kid?" The man questions. Mason punches him, leaving blood on the boys' hand. Johnny and Daniel had made their way to the auto shop seeing as it wasn't far. The two storm inti the place seeing a couple of guys laying on the ground unconscious, and seeing Mason over a guy interrogating him. "I stole it off him this morning. I don't know where he went after that.

"That's not good enough!" Mason shouts, pulling his fist back. Johnny runs up to the boy and grabs him, pulling the boy back. "No! Where is he?" He thrashed in his fathers arms as the man slowly stands up before running off.

"You trying to kill that guy?" Daniel questions the teen. "He knew where Robby was!" Mason shouts back as Johnny still held him. Daniel shakes his head, "He told you everything he knew. He was terrified. God! I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree."

"Hey!" Johnny says, letting go of his son. "Talk about me all you want but don't say anything about my kids." Johnny spat walking closer to him. Daniel scoffs, walking out of the building, both Johnny and Mason following closely behind.

"You're the one that came to me, LaRusso. Don't do it again." Johnny firmly states. "Yeah, don't worry. I won't. I can't believe you actually taught kids." Daniel exclaims, walking to his car. "Yeah, you're some great teacher. Look what happened to Robby!" Johnny shot back.

"I'm willing to admit when I fail, okay? And maybe I did. Maybe he had just a little too much of you in him. It's already happened." Daniel says, gesturing to Mason. Johnny looks back at his son, bruises forming in his body as he looks down at the ground. Johnny then walks over to the van, and gestures for Mason to get in. "Where you going?" Daniel questions. "I got somewhere to be."

——

DANIEL AND AMANDA had gotten alerted that there was a disturbance at the dealership and immediately went there as soon as possible.

    The two are both shocked to find glass everywhere, and the alarm smashed. "What the hell happened here?" Daniel says, picking up the broken alarm off of the ground, not noticing the large black lettering in the wall.

    But Amanda did notice it, and was standing there in shock at the words. "Daniel." She mutters, unable to move. "What-" He stops, as he looks up at the wall with the message left for them.

'REVENGE CAN BE SWEET, RIGHT LARUSSO? -J'

    Daniel notices the 'J' left at the end, and brings his mind to one person. Johnny Lawerence.

    "Daniel. I know where your mind is going right now." Amanda says, turning to him. "We don't know for sure who did this, or who left this message. And we aren't going to do anything until we know exactly who did it."

    Daniel sighs, knowing she's right. "We should call the police." Amanda nods, in response.

    Once the police get there, they investigated the whole place, looking at the security cameras, and how this person broke in.

    Daniel and Amanda just stood there, holding each others hand as a few police officers walked all around the dealership. A couple hours later, they stopped investigating the place and talked with the couple. "How did they even get in?" Amanda questioned the officers.

    "Well, considering none of the fences have any cuts in them, we believe they jumped over one of the fences somehow." One of them answered.

     "All of our fences are over ten feet." Daniel states, "Not the back fences into the trade-in lot. Those are only seven feet tall. Any fit person with some minor jumping power could do it." One of them explained. Daniel sighs, "All of the security cameras are busted, too. This person was smart, and smashed all of the cameras, that they were in." Both Daniel and Amanda frown at them not having a suspect.

    "Except the inside cameras of the main showroom, those we're left untouched." The officer slides a computer with the security cam footage over to them. They lean in, watching the tape intently.

    On the tape, you can see a teen girl with short black hair smashing the glass door as the alarm goes off. She covers her ears, before smashing the alarm to pieces. The girl looks around, not noticing the camera. You can see her face for a split second, the LaRussos mouths agape and who they think they saw.

     "Wait. Can we pause right there?" Amanda says, the officer pausing the video on the girls face. "We've identified it as June Seok. Who I believe you are already acquainted with." The man spoke, "Oh yeah, we know her." Daniel scoffs.

     "This just adds another charge on her record. Once she's arrested, you'll get justice for everything she's done to you. This girl won't be terrorizing your family any longer." The officer states, before walking away. Leaving the LaRusso's still slightly shocked.

——

    THE NIGHT BEFORE, June was sitting in the ledge of her new favorite spot, when she had a very crazy idea that could most likely get her in even more trouble. But she didn't think of that, she was just full of anger and rage over everything, she wanted revenge. And it would actually work this time.

June then headed over to North Hollywood, to the LaRusso dealership.

She did a walk around the place, remembering where all of the cameras are, and ways to get in that would be the least inconspicuous.

Once June had figured out all of the logistics of the plan. It was time to enact it.

There was this short fence around the back of the dealership that if she tried hard enough, she could definitely get over. She backed far enough away from the fence before running and jumping up on it. Once on it, she then climbed the rest of the way up and dropped over to the other side.

    June notices the security cameras pointing around the different lots full of cars, she had taken some medium sized rocks from a park earlier, and proceeded to throw them at all of the cameras that had her on tape, to disable them.

    She took that same rock and smashed one the of glass panels on the the door, unlocking the door.

    The alarm started blaring through the showroom, June covering her ears due to the loud sound. She realized that she didn't know any of the security codes, and would have to work quickly, since the alarm probably alerted Daniel and Amanda. June ended up just smashing the alarm, just to make the noise stop.

    June takes off her backpack, and pulls out a can of black spray paint, and decides to leave a message for the LaRussos.

June steps back, front the large white wall she just destroyed, a small smile of accomplishment at her work. She quickly realizes that she has to leave before anyone catches her.

She runs out of the building into the trade in lot of cars, before picking a 1991 Honda Accord and opening one of the gates and driving off.

——

    WYATT SIGHS, he was sitting in the couch, counting all of the money he had in tips hoping it was enough to cover rent. A knock on the door sounds through the house, he hides the money in his pocket and walks over to the door. He opens the door to see Sensei Kreese standing there.

     Wyatt sighs, looking down. "Your address was on your paper work, in case you were wondering how I got here." Kreese spoke, "Wyatt, 누구야?" (who is it?). Hae calls from the other room. " 아무도 없어, 할머니." (nobody, grandma). Wyatt responds, closing the door and stepping outside with Kreese.

     "I'm not going back to the dojo." Wyatt states, "Why's that?" Kreese questions.

    "June is missing, their making me do community service hours, I'm on probation, trying to finish high school. Taking care of my grandma. And I have to pay rent on time this month. Life is kinda kicking my ass right now." Wyatt states, "You can always kick back."

    "That's what got me into this mess, June too. I kinda have to stay out of trouble. Can't go to juvie. I don't know when June's coming back, she might not. I'm all my grandma has at the moment." Wyatt explains, looking down.

    "Your grandma... she sick?" Kreese asks, Wyatt just nods, frowning. "My mother was too. Once. We lived in a place even less charming than this. If you can believe it."

    Wyatt scoffs, noticing the landlord behind Kreese, inspecting the pipe Wyatt kicked earlier. "Trust me, this place isn't charming." He was glaring at him now. "Did she get better? Your mom?" Wyatt questions, his gaze going back to Kreese.

    "No. She didn't. It was a different kind of sickness. I didn't understand it at the time." Kreese states, Wyatt sighs. "Look, if I could get back into the dojo, I would. I don't have enough money for rent, let alone karate."

    "What if your dues were on me?" Kreese replies, "Those other students. They weren't born fighters like you and your sister."

    "Thanks. I have to get ready for work. I need every hour I can get. Or else..." Wyatt glances back at the landlord. Kreese doesn't break his gaze from the boy, "Or else what?"

    "Someone I care about would have to do something that shouldn't be done." Wyatt states, his glare on the landlord not breaking. Kreese notices the boys clenched fists, and anger in his eyes. Wyatt shakes his head and walks back inside.

    Kreese slowly turns around and looks back at the landlord, he puts two and two together about what Wyatt had said, and why he was glaring so hard at the man. He must've said something about June, most likely revolving his rent situation.

    The landlord had walked into a small room, Kreese following not to far behind. "Excuse me."

    "I'm not here. If you need to wash your dirties, come back tomorrow." The man states. "I'd like to speak with you about Wyatt and June Seok." Kreese spoke, stepping closer to the man, who still had his back turned. "Ah, the freaky asian twins, they owe you money. Get in line."

    "No, I'm a neutral party looking out for their well-being." Kreese states, the landlord turns around. "Look, old man, I don't know you. If you care about their well-being, you can pay the rent. Or, Miss runaway can do something else to get in my good graces." He says, a smirk present on his face.

    Kreese is angered by his statement, to be honest, he started to bond with his student. Both of the Seok's were amazing fighters and he just wanted to help them. Kreese suddenly grabs the blondes arm, twisting his around and sticking his finger in the cigar cutter. "Shit. Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" He mutters, "I'm sorry. What are you her lover or something?"

    "Or something." Kreese states, "Please, you don't wanna do this."

    "I think I do. Somebody's gotta teach you to watch what you say." Kreese starts to squeeze the cigar cutter on his finger. "Ok, Ok, Ok! I'll do what you want. Come on, man."

    "Good. We're gonna make a little arrangement."