"Do I even want to ask how you somehow summoned a fireball with your own paws?!" Plato snarled about ten minutes later. Shaking his head quietly, Snowball was currently sitting in a chair at the chief's office. Tattoo stood silently by the door as Plato continued, "I should arrest you under charges of vehicle destruction."

"Then why aren't you?" Snowball retorted, holding his paws out in front of him.

Sighing, Plato sat down in the chair at his desk. The bloodhound remained silent for a few moments, staring at his paws in utter silence. Finally, he answered softly, "Cuz... you saved my nephew's life. If it weren't for you, he could be in the hospital... or worse." Jaw dropping, Tattoo spoke up for the first time, "Wait, you have a nephew?!"

"Still," Plato went on, "I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you Snowball. With these powers comes great responsibility, I hope you realize that."