"You mean to tell me that you were saved by a ghost?" Bearded Dragon questioned for probably the hundredth time. He, Ripper and Derick had come over for a visit while Snowball was gone. Now the white rabbit was back, completely soaked to the skin with a cut in his leg and rambling on about being saved by a ghost dog. His friends thought he was probably hyperventilating.

"Snowball, relax man. There is no such thing as a ghost," Tattoo reassured Snowball while he stitched up the suit where the ninja dog's knife had went through the fabric. Laying on the couch with a bandage on his wounded leg and a towel wrapped around his shoulders, the white rabbit mumbled, "Okay but ever heard of robotic dogs setting buildings on fire and robbing banks?"

"What?!" Derick asked. Ripper was currently trying not to choke on his chicken leg.

"What do you mean?" Bearded Dragon asked. Looking over at the lizard, Snowball explained, "When I got to the crime scene, there were these four robotic dogs carrying bags of money away. They also had a marking on their shoulders." Glancing over at Tattoo, he continued, "Two red wrenches forming an X."

"Ratchet," Tattoo murmured. Snowball quietly nodded his head in silent agreemnet. He remembered how he had learned everything he knew about shop from the English bulldog. The two could even call each other friends. But then Snowball had moved to Manhattan to make a living, which that didn't go very well at first. He soon found his footing though.

All Snowball could wonder is why Ratchet had decided to rob a bank with robotic canines.