Walking around in lower Manhattan, Ozone couldn't help but feel a little optimistic that all their problems were finally coming to an end. At least the ones for today ever since he and Tiberius had been chained up together. But nothing could ruin the hairless cat's spirits at the moment.

That is, until someone's stomach growled. Freezing, Ozone and Tiberius slowly turned towards each other.

"Ozone, please tell me that was your stomach," Tiberius pleaded. Smiling guiltily, Ozone nodded his head. Shuffling his paws nervously, he meowed, "Guess it's been awhile since we had that cake."

"You mean the one you ate for the most part?"

"Gave you a piece."

"Like that was enough to sustain me for long."

Ozone was about to say something when his stomach growled at him again. Ears flattening against his bald head, he muttered, "Stomach, we can eat when we get home. Knock it off." His stomach, unfortunately, didn't listen to any of his words and growled again, louder this time. But it wasn't alone as Tiberius's stomach growled too. Glaring at Ozone, the old hawk muttered, "Now look what you did."

"Looks like we're eating first," Ozone remarked. Sighing, he set off to find some food...