"Dude, you have to believe me, I did not start that fire!" Snowball defended himself. Three days had passed since the robotic canines robbed the bank. The white rabbit was now in Plato's office at the police station, trying to explain what had happened that night. Looking out the window, the bloodhoud held up a paw, silencing the rabbit.

"I believe you Snowball," Plato spoke, surprising Snowball. Turning around, he sat down at his desk. Rubbing his forehead, the police chief sighed before looking the rabbit sitting across from him right in the eye. Sighing heavily, he mumbled, "I just want to know who did this."

"I'm not entirely sure but I have a hunch it's an ol' pal of mine, Ratchet," Snowball replied. Moving in his seat to make himself comfortable due to his injured leg, he explained his reasoning, "When the robot dogs got away, I saw his mark on their shoulders. It's two red wrenches in the form of an X." He demonstrated with his arms.

"Snowball, I know what an X looks like. I'm not a toddler learning the alphabet," Plato pointed out, adding on, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Yeah, I was attacked by a ninja dog and a water cat," Snowball grumbled, gesturing to his wounded leg. Leaning back in his chair, he went on, "I was also saved by a ghost dog." The white rabbit watched as Plato scratched his ear thoughtfully. Something flashed in the bloodhound's eyes. Confused, Snowball asked, "What?"

"I'll explain later. Go home now," Plato ordered firmly but gently at the same time. Sighing, Snowball headed for the door, wondering what was going on.