Saddened by the death of Myron, Pops woke up in the middle of the night. However, he wasn't in his apartment. He didn't know where he was. "Hello? Anyone here?" he asked, strolling forward. A nervous feeling crept over the elderly basset hound as he continued walking through the darkness. "Wish I had a light..." he murmured, feeling around blindly. Just then, the ground disappeared under his paws and he fell with a howl...

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Snoring quietly, Duke got a weird feeling that something was above him. Sighing, he opened his eyes to find himself in a forest. Jumping to his paws, he yelled, "Max! Snowball! Anyone?" Panic was already beginning to build up inside the giant mutt. When he heard the sound of an axe cutting into wood, he couldn't help but whimper fearfully. Then he heard a cracking sound. Gulping, he turned around to find a giant tree falling towards him...

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Opening his eyes, Derick found himself in the sewer waters, his natural enviroment. The crocodile loved to sleep while floating in the water. It was nicer than sleeping on bricks and wood. Looking around, the large reptile noticed how different the Underbelly looked. Before he could question the difference anymore, something or someone grabbed his foot and pulled him under the water.

Feeling himself being flipped over so his scaly back hit the bottom, Derick was face to face with a giant wolf that was almost as big as him. The canine had his huge paws on the crocodile's throat, choking him. Derick struggled to free himself but he was slowly losing air. At last, his body fell still as the life was drained out of him. Smiling, Scourge swam back for the surface...