"Hey, careful with that! I don't need my tools broken!" Ratchet shouted as he supervised his employees. The English bulldog was not in the mood for buying new hammers or saws because some careless idiot lost or broke it. Then again, he never exactly wore a smile on his face. Sighing as he saw another worker's cap brim caught on fire, he turned away from the scene and gazed longingly out the window.

Ignoring the yelps and shouting going on in the background, Ratchet found himself literally looking through a window into his past. He recalled how an old friend of his abandoned him just to make a living for himself in Manhattan. After a total of seven years passed, the bulldog in the outskirts of Staten Island learned that his pal had done just that. He built machines and gadgets with skills that Ratchet had taught him. And not once did he mention his name.

Growling slightly, Ratchet muttered, "One day Snowball, one day. I'll make you pay for your mistakes." Turning back around, a light bulb went off in his head as he realized what he would do. Snickering to himself, he headed over to his office to draw up blueprints...