"Whaaaat?!" Mel exclaimed. Everyone was staring at Ozone like he was nuts. They had not been expecting that plot twist. Licking his paw and running it over his holey ear, the hairless feline purred, "And the lesson behind that story young Padawans is to stop stereotyping people! Not all princesses are beautiful!"

"Oh..." everyone replied in understanding, nodding their heads in agreement.

"You have got to be kidding me right now Hairless. That is not how the story goes!" Pops barked angrily. Looking shocked, Ozone meowed, "Are you saying I don't know my fairy tales?"

"Yes," Pops retorted. Sighing heavily, he grumbled, "Thankfully for you ungrateful youngsters, I have another story." A chorus of groans followed that statement. Ignoring them, the elderly basset hound cleared his throat as he began, "Now, this is the tale about three little pigs and a-"

"Okay, you have to move aside, I know this one," Tiberius interrupted, getting up. Eyes widening in terror, Pops shouted, "Absolutely not! I know for a fact you're gonna ruin this one-" The old dog couldn't finish though as the hawk shoved him away. "Alright children, gather around, I'm telling this story," Tiberius declared, "Once upon a time..."