"I honestly think we should go find them. What if they're in danger?!" Leonard pointed out.

"I have faith they'll get home by themselves," Snowball responded.

"They're chained together and hate the other's guts," Buddy joined in.

"Which means they're gonna kill each other!" Mel added.

"Maybe there's a slight chance they won't kill each other?" Pops murmured.

"And I'd kiss you if that happens today," Chloe grumbled.

"Chloe, I wouldn't risk it," Gidget cautioned her friend.

"How long have they been arguing like this?" Duke whispered. Sweetpea replied in a series of chirps, tweets and whistles. Staring at the little parakeet with a blank expression carved on his face, Duke mumbled, "Sweetpea, I did not understand a single word you said." Huffing, Sweetpea whipped out his phone and began texting a message. Moments later, it was sent to Duke. Looking at his phone, the giant mutt stared at the screen in shock before exclaiming, "Dude, language?!"

"What'd he say?" Norman asked, trying to see. Gidget quickly pulled the guinea pig away while Duke turned off his phone.

"Guys, you have been arguing for the past half hour, enough already!" Max barked. Stepping forward, he suggested, "How about we just go find them and make things easier for everyone, does that sound like a plan?"

"Tiny Dog, the streets of Staten Island are crawling with cat gangs, it's too dangerous," Snowball pointed out. Shuffling his foot, he added with a hint of guilt in his voice, "And they don't exactly like Ozone."

"At least Eagle Eye can fly," Pops piped up, "They'll be home in seconds..."