"Please, don't you people know who I am?!" Mason yowled at the top of his lungs as two police officers, a Saint Bernard and a calico cat with a broken tail, loaded him into the back of a cruiser. The cat struggled against his restraints as he was driven away. Snowball watched the whole thing, Ozone and Tattoo by his side.

"I must say Snowball, I am impressed," Plato complimented the white rabbit as he padded over to the three. Ozone saluted his former boss. "If ya need anything... go find someone else," he informed Snowball before walking away. Entering the van for a moment, the hairless cat rode out on the motorcycle he had brought along and drove into the night. Confused, Plato mumbled, "He had that thing in there?"

Tattoo nodded his head solemnly. "I'm driving," the pig declared, grabbing the keys to the van out of his pocket and making his way over to the vehicle. Snowball was about to join his friend when Plato stopped him. "Seeing how Mason murdered a bunch of people and you were the one to figure it out," the bloodhound spoke with reluctance in his voice, "I suppose it's only fair that... you get to keep the money." The chief of the police department quietly handed over a pair of suitcases. Opening one, Snowball was shocked when he found a load of cash. "Thank you," he mumbled.

Smiling at the fact that Snowball had used his manners, Plato quickly pointed out, "Don't start using it all for nonsense! Maybe make something out of your life." Thinking for a moment, Snowball muttered, "Well, I did take shop class..."