Snoring like a revving chainsaw, Ozone had his head resting on the steering wheel. Next to him, Tiberius was fast asleep and curled up in his seat. The pair had been waiting in the van for five hours, having been asleep for four of those. That was long enough for a puddle of drool to form.

A door closing was what woke up Ozone. Jolting awake, the Sphynx cat blinked his eyes sleepily. Squinting, he saw the young basset hound puppy from the day before trudging through the snow with a ladder and a handsaw. He stopped, turned around and called something. A moment later, a large black and white dog trotted out of the house through the doggie door built into the back door. Grinning, Ozone gently shook Tiberius to wake him up, whispering, "Hey, check it out."

"Five more minutes Mom..." Tiberius mumbled in his sleep. Rolling his eyes, Ozone suddenly punched the red tailed hawk in the arm as he hissed, "I'm not your mother! Wake up pigeon!" His light brown eyes snapping open, the hawk rubbed his sore arm as he growled, "What was that for?!"

"Would you shut up and look?!" Ozone snapped, grabbing Tiberius by the beak before he could talk. The cat harshly turned the hawk's head so he could see the basset hound puppy. The child was now up on the ladder, sawing off the top half of one of the small pine trees in his backyard. Slowly releasing his hold on his partner's beak, Ozone chuckled and sneered, "We've been scammed by a kindergartner."

"He looks like he's either in second or third grade," Tiberius pointed out. Punching the hawk in the jaw with an uppercut, Ozone glared at him as he grumbled, "Stop correcting me." Watching the kid as he dragged the top half of the tree into the house with his dog following close behind, he murmured, "Come on, let's get a closer look."

"But what about the lunatic?" Tiberius questioned fearfully. Biting his lip, Ozone shrugged his shoulders as he moved to open his door. It was at that moment when he finally saw all of the drool on his side of the van. Noticing it too, Tiberius murmured, "You might want to see a doctor if you have this much drool after four hours."

"Shut up," Ozone snarled, getting out of the van.