"Is he still... alive?" Buddy questioned aloud. Slowly glancing at each other, the small group suddenly rushed over to the edge of the panel and peered down, fearing there would be a mangled corpse and a ghost dog. However, they found a living basset hound in a wheelchair laying on his side. Looking up at them from where he lay on a window washer's scaffolding, Pops called up, "What you youngsters waiting for?!" Without another word, the group jumped down.

"Buckle up everyone," Pops ordered. Quietly, the group looked around. They couldn't find any seatbelts though. Biting his lip, Pops muttered, "Hold hands." Mel offered his paw to Buddy, who just looked at it in dead silence. Gidget smiled as she thought abut Max. Tail wagging, she looked over at Pops, who leaned over and pressed a green button on the side.

The next thing anyone knew, they were rocketing down at high speeds, hanging onto whatever they could grab for dear life...

Seconds later, they reached the bottom. Fur was puffed up, tails and wings were sticking straight up in the air and everyone appeared to have a heart attack except for Pops, who merely strolled off. He acted like nothing happened as he called over his shoulder, "Keep moving youngsters." Gulping, Gidget followed him on shaky legs. Everyone else stared at the elderly basset hound like he had lost his mind.