7:59 pm

Hu let out a small roar, alerting Daisy that something or someone was coming. Climbing up onto the white tiger's head for a better scouting position, the Shih Tzu's tail started wagging. "Guys! They're coming!" she announced. The other pets looked up from what they were doing just as a red pickup truck pulled up to the curb. The passenger door opened, revealing Max and Gidget.

"Welcome home and congratulations on surviving! You got here on time too, precisely one minute before eight!" Pops remarked. Hopping down from the passenger seat with Max by her side, Gidget declared, "It is good to be home again. Who won?"

"Duke," everyone responded, pointing at the Newfoundland mix in question. Laying on the broken table surrounded by plates that once held food, Duke let out a huge belch. Sighing happily, the mutt reclined back as he mumbled dreamily, "That was heaven."

"I told you there would be food," Max pointed out, chuckling softly at his brother's antics. Looking around at his friends, the Jack Russell terrier remarked, "I'm happy to see that everyone managed to get home alright. But let us vow that we shall never again play Snowball's stupid games." Everyone echoed their agreement. Taking another look around, Max frowned a little and asked, "Hey, where is Snowball?"

"We got separated this morning when he got caught by animal control," Daisy chimed in. Scratching her chin thoughtfully, Gidget added, "Weird, Maxie and I met up with him around noon. Then we lost him afterwards."

"I think we bumped into each other around five or six. He looked like he had just escaped from someone or something," Duke threw in his two cents into the conversation. Humming to himself, Rooster theorized, "Or somewhere like the pound."

"Well, he lost anyway by the sound of it," Chloe meowed. The tabby cat proceeded to explain, "Tattoo told me and the boys that Snowball had been caught by the Flushed Pets and then he wound up getting caught by animal control."

"Oh my god!" Max exclaimed, "Is he in the POUND?!"