"Alright everyone, party's over. You gotta get outta here," Snowball informed his party guests. His penthouse in upper Manhattan was filled to the brim with a bunch of animals who wanted to party the night away. And they had done just that. The party had begun at noon. It was now almost seven in the morning.

Smiling as a group of girls waved to him, Snowball lifted a glass of punch and waved back with his free paw. That just made them giggle. The white rabbit continued watching them until he could no longer see them. By now, everyone had left his penthouse. Well, all except one.

"They seem pretty," Tattoo remarked teasingly.

"Oh shut up," Snowball murmured. Taking a sip of his punch, he looked around at his living space to find it in a disarray. Food and drinks littered the floor and tabletops. A curtain rod had fallen from its place and knocked over a lamp. Someone had the brilliant idea to cram cookies into the DVD player. Another decided to hang their sneakers on the chandelier high above everyone's heads, thinking no one will find it. And there was a corgi sleeping behind the couch.

Chasing off the corgi and tossing him his sneakers as he left the penthouse, Tattoo sat down on the couch. Sinking into the pillows, he gestured towards the mess and muttered, "Dude, why is it something like this happens when you throw a party? For God's sake, you have a list of phone numbers and emails from twenty different girls!"

"What can I say," Snowball replied, "Everybody loves me."