"You getting anything yet man?" Snowball asked as he rode on Ripper's head. The question had been directed at Tattoo, who was currently trying to pick up a scent in a dark alley somewhere in Brooklyn in proximity to a sausage factory. Little bits of sausages littered the alley. Bearded Dragon at his side, Tattoo mumbled, "Nothing yet boss."

"Well hurry up! I don't have all day!" Snowball snapped. Tattoo and Bearded Dragon flinched at his words. Ripper remained motionless.

All of the sudden, one scent out of the many in the alley caught Tattoo's attention. Sniffing it again just to make sure he was correct, the pig straightened up and declared, "They were here boss!" A sinister grin spread slowly across Snowball's face as he spoke, "Excellent work Tattoo. Those two dogs won't live to see another day, as far as I'm concerned. You mess with one Flushed Pet..." He waited patiently.

"Uh..." Tattoo mumbled. Bearded Dragon scratched his head. Ripper said nothing.

"You mess with them all," Snowball huffed, hopping down from Ripper's head. Approaching the end of the alley, he peered around the corner to see several people walking around. "Now what?" Tattoo murmured. Glaring at the pig, the white rabbit almost growled, "Quiet! I'm thinking!" He looked back again to see something that could help him and his comrades through the streets of Brooklyn undetected.

"Boys, the bunny has an idea..." Snowball announced quietly, rubbing his paws in a manner that spelled trouble. Serious trouble. Tattoo, Bearded Dragon and Ripper glanced at each in dead silence.