"Why is it that whenever someone gets hurt it's always you Eagle Eye?" Pops questioned, coming out into the living room where Gidget and Tiberius were waiting. Myron followed close behind, dragging a bag filled with medical supplies. Laying on the floor looking a little pale, the old hawk mumbled, "Ya know, I've been asking myself the same thing for the past six months ever since I met you guys." His voice sounded a little raspy. Gidget glanced over at him, worry slowly building up deep inside her.

Taking the bag from Myron without a word of thanks towards the hamster, Pops opened it up and dug around inside. Pulling out a syringe, he asked, "What did you save Guinea Pig Joe from this time?" Smiling nervously, Gidget piped up, "Actually, he saved me from a rattlesnake." Both Pops and Myron froze still for a few seconds. Resuming what he was doing, the elderly basset hound murmured thoughtfully, "Alright then..." Filling up the syringe with a sedative, he quietly strolled over to Tiberius as he warned, "This might sting a bit..." Without another word, he stuck the needle deep into the hawk's shoulder. Yelping quietly, Tiberius's eyes began to droop sleepily. Gidget watched as he glanced up at her before falling asleep...