"Come on in, I was just making tea," Pops welcomed Snowball and Plato into his home. Stepping inside, Snowball was amazed by the size of the apartment. It was almost as big as his penthouse was and it wasn't even on the top floor. The basset hound also had it very well decorated. This is a very nice place, he thought quietly. "Thank you," Pops spoke, as if reading the rabbit's thoughts. Snapping back into reality, Snowball mumbled, "You're... welcome?" Meanwhile, he was thinking, Odd...

"It is odd, isn't it?" Pops piped up again, bringing out a tray with three tea cups and a teapot. Seeing that Plato had taken a seat, Snowball followed his example. Looking over at Plato, Pops remarked, "I'm assuming there's trouble." The bloodhound said nothing, just taking a sip of his tea. However, the elderly basset hound nodded his head as he murmured, "Interesting..."

"Excuse me but... what's happening?" Snowball asked. He moved a little to make himself a little more comfortable with his injured leg. Glancing over at the rabbit, Pops suddenly placed his paw over the injury and closed his eyes. Before Snowball could ask, he felt a small and weird feeling in his leg. It was gone as soon as it came. Pops opened his eyes and removed his paw. Confused, Snowball moved his leg to realize that he wasn't feeling any pain. He looked up at the two dogs in the room. All he could say was, "What the heck happened?"

Smiling at Snowball's confusion, Plato explained, "Like I said, I have met other superheroes before you. 'Doctor Canine' here was the first."