"A little bit more to the left please? Thank you," Mason meowed as he overlooked the preparations of his new office in the far reaches of Brooklyn. The cat was still having a hard time believing that a thieving rabbit, who should've died in a deadly explosion, was out to get him. To make matters worse for himself, the rabbit had somehow required fire powers, according to three of his most aggressive men. It was only a matter of time before he was found, despite the fact the public was baffled about his whereabouts.

However, the cat had a trick up his sleeve. "Snowball, mark my words, you won't get anywhere near me," Mason muttered under his breath.