"Can you believe this Myron?! We have so many people dying now that it's ridiculous!" Pops exclaimed, kicking a ball out of his path as he strolled around his apartment. He had to cancel a party after hearing about the latest death of Ripper. The elderly baset hound didn't want to accidently bring the murderer, whoever he or she may be, into his home where someone else could fall victim.

Sweeping up the last of the crumbs in the kitchen, Myron turned off the vacuum cleaner. Not answering Pops like he always did, he went to unplug it. He shuddered as he recalled the dream he had that night. Reassuring himself it was just a dream, he went up to the outlet to find that the vacuum cleaner had been unplugged the entire time. Confused, the hamster reached up on his hindpaws to check the outlet to see if it was broken. He planned to find out how the vacuum ran by itself later.

Done cleaning up the living room, Pops turned around in time to see an eltrocuted Myron being thrown against a wall with a sickening crunch. "MYRON!" the old dog barked, racing over as fast as he could. But he was already too late...