"Shouldn't they've gotten back by now?" Mel asked from where he and Buddy were sitting by an open window in Max's apartment, scanning the bright blue skies above the city. Sweetpea was perched on his head, looking awfully bored. Duke, meanwhile, was at another window with Chloe. Pops and Leonard had gone out to ask everyone if they had seen either Ozone or Tiberius. They still were out there.

"Mel, you took the words right out of my mouth," Chloe admitted.

"Something bad happened, I know it did," Max grumbled. He was sitting beside Gidget and Snowball, who looked terrible about the whole situation at paw. Gidget was trying to keep Norman calm but wasn't exactly having any success. Max looked like he was gonna blow if they didn't get any good news anytime soon. A few minutes ago, Tattoo had called to inform them that the Flushed Pets hadn't seen any sign of the two animals on the docks of lower Manhattan.

"Maybe they stopped for lunch?" Duke mumbled optimistically.

"Lunch passed about two hours ago man. They would've been back by now," Buddy gently put down Duke's idea.

All of the sudden, the door burst open. Everyone lifted their heads to find Pops and Leonard. Joining the two dogs was a black cat, blood welling up from a scratch on his cheek. Clearing his throat, the cat stepped forward and murmured, "I might be able to help you guys..."