"Come on, this way!" Ozone hissed quietly, always peering around a corner before dashing down the hall. Tiberius followed close behind, keeping an eye out as well. The pair were close to escaping Mason's warehouse of horrors, after passing many torture devices that were obviously used on animals. Looking around a corner, Ozone saw the exit. "Go!" he cried, racing towards it.

"Leaving so soon Ozone?" Mason's voice made Ozone and Tiberius freeze in their tracks. Slowly, they looked up to find the ginger cat up on a catwalk above their heads. Flicking his tail, Mason remarked, "You know, you are actually bright for a cat of your standards Ozone."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Ozone snarled.

"I think he's calling you stupid," Tiberius whispered.

"Well, ain't the first time!" Ozone called up to Mason.

"Still, you're leaving? That's so... unfortunate," Mason forced out a purr as he padded down a staircase. Grinning evilly, he hissed, "Get them." Suddenly, two burly cats jumped out of nowhere, both armed with guns. "What the heck man, what is wrong with you?!" Ozone cried, whipping his head back and forth between the cats.

Just then, Ozone felt something grab his neck and his feet leaving the ground as Tiberius cried, "I have another exit in mind!"