Twelve Minutes Later...

"The letter W... water," Ozone mumbled.

"Woods," Tiberius replied.

"X... xylophone," Ozone continued.

"X-ray."

"Y... yarn."

"Year."

"Z... zebra."

"Zeppelin. It's official, we hate each other," Tiberius grumbled.

"You're telling me," Ozone growled.

All of the sudden, the TV screen turned on. Duke's face appeared on it. A little too close as the mutt declared, "Your cake is ready."

"You wanna back up a bit so we can see your face?" Ozone grumbled. He didn't feel like staring at Duke's nose.

Repositioning himself, Duke repeated, "Your cake is ready." Just then, a hole opened up in the ceiling and a giant fruit cake dropped out of it. Tiberius let out a shriek as it almost fell on him. Ozone snickered at that.

"Enjoy boys, the girls made it," Duke informed them before the TV screen turned off again.