"This one of your robot dog friends you were telling me about?" Plato asked as both he and Snowball jumped out of their seats. Another robotic canine crashed through the already broken window. "Yep, and he brought his pal too," Snowball answered Plato's question. The bloodhound whipped out a pistol while the rabbit set his paws on fire.

The robotic canine duo were unfazed as they charged forward. Gunshots rang out as Plato shot at the one running towards him. After five or six bullets, the machine finally fell to the floor, its torso and head riddled with holes. Gripping the neck of the robot dog that had gone for him, Snowball's paws blazed with red hot flames. It wasn't long before he held the decapitated head of a machine. Oil dripping down on him, the rabbit tossed the part away from him just as three more showed up, breaking more of the window.

"There's something called a door," Snowball grumbled as he threw a punch at one robotic canine, melting through its muzzle. His paw sliced the head like it was butter. Plato now weilded two pistols as he fired round after round at the other two machines. When they finally dropped down dead, he growled, "You can pay for more glass, you're practically a billionaire by now."

The pair didn't have time to argue when Snowball saw a total of ten more robotic dogs coming towards his penthouse. Grabbing Plato, he cried, "Hang in there chief!" Bursting into flames, the rabbit rocketed out of his home and past the machines. One paw holding onto Plato's shirt, he shot fireballs out the robots that chased them. The police chief turned and fired his guns. At last, they vanquished the robotic dogs. Two managed to get away, heading back to wherever they came from.

"We need place to hide or else they'll find us!" Snowball shouted. Glancing up, Plato replied, "I know a guy! We can stay with him!"