"Since when was this a thing?!" Ozone exclaimed, still trying to grasp the idea of cats riding dogs like horses. Something grabbed him by the back of the neck as Tiberius murmured, "Ozone, honestly, I have seen weirder things in my lifetime."

"So you admit that you're old," Ozone replied.

"Shut up."

"Hey Ozone, where you think you're going?" Mason yowled as he and his henchmen gained ground. Holding up his pistol, the ginger cat aimed it at Ozone. However, when he fired the gun, it jerked in his paw, causing him to miss his intended target. However, he didn't entirely miss as Tiberius collapsed. Glaring at Mason, Ozone shouted, "You can't hit the broadside of a barn!"

"At least I hit something!" Mason, retorted, firing again. This time, he hit the wooden floor of the moving van. Ozone was peppered by pieces of wood that had been blown up into the air. Looking around, he tried to think of how to get rid of the cats chasing them. There wasn't much in the van except for a big toolbox. Seeing it, Ozone quickly grabbed it and dragged the box over to the edge.

"Face it Ozone, there is no way you can escape me!" Mason shouted, firing and missing again.

"Oh, I believe that!" Ozone yelled, adding, "But at least I'm gonna try!" Without another word, the hairless cat pushed the heavy toolbox off the van. It rolled on the street, knocking over one of the greyhounds off their feet. The next one tripped over the first. Mason got his greyhound to stop in time. The ginger cat could only watch as the moving van carrying his enemy drove out of sight.

"I swear Ozone," Mason growled, "I will hunt you down..."