Cowering underneath a couch, Pops and Myron trembled with fear as Ripper and two other dogs passed their hiding spot. The elderly dog had no idea what was wrong with them. Just the day before, the trio were having a great time during the party that he held. Now they were going to tear him apart, just like they did to the poor iguana who lived next door. Coughing slightly, Pops realized his mistake and quickly covered his mouth. But it was too late as Ripper stopped in his tracks and leaned down to peer underneath...

Yawning, Tiberius tugged the hood off his head and prepared to take the chain off as well when a small noise caught his attention. Lowering his foot, the hawk called out, "Gidget, is that you?" No answer came back. "Norman?" Still, no one replied. Cautious, Tiberius exited his shed, leaving the chain on his leg. His eyes and ears soon pinpointed where the sound had come from; a small flowerpot below the tree. Slowly, a little guinea pig crept out from behind the flowerpot. "Oh, it's just you Norman. I'll admit, you almost gave me a scare." Tiberius spoke, delighted to see his friend. However, Norman didn't reply and his eyes were trained on the ground at his paws. "Norman, what's wrong?" Tiberius requested, trying to step closer but the chain kept him back. Just then, the guinea pig lifted his head to reveal black eyes...

"Get down! They're coming back!" Nitro hissed as he and Tattoo ducked back into a dumpster. Not a moment later, a small group of animals ran back to the alley, sniffing the air. After awhile, one of the dogs barked a command and they left. Breathing a sigh of relief, Nitro clambered out of the dumpster and helped the pig. "Do you know what's going on?" Tattoo asked, still horrified from watching the deaths of several of his friends and comrades. Nitro replied, "I honestly don't-" but a low growl didn't allow the alley cat to finish his sentence. Turning around, the pair were face to face with a large crocodile...