Thirty Minutes Later...

"I am not doing this," Ozone declared.

"Neither am I," Tiberius growled.

Staring at the two animals while shaking his head in disbelief, Pops took a deep breath to calm himself. Putting on a smile, he pointed out quietly, "I'm just asking the two of you to hug it out before you leave, okay? Is that too hard?"

"Yes and are you forcing that smile, cuz I think you are," Ozone snarled.

Trying not to lose his temper, Pops ordered firmly, "Just hug!"

"Not much of a hugger," Ozone pointed out.

"I'm not hugging him," Tiberius added.

Sighing, Pops asked, "Would you rather play a game before you leave?" Looking around, he continued, "You can play one game of soccer."

"Don't like soccer," Ozone informed Pops.

"I think I have a better game..." Tiberius murmured thoughtfully.

"Yeah, like what?" Ozone demanded.

"SOCK HIM!" Tiberius answered. Without warning, he spun around and punched Ozone in the gut. The hairless cat toppled over, clutching his stomach. Snickering, the hawk asked, "Get it?"

"Yeah, that was pretty funny," Pops remarked.

"Jerk..." Ozone hissed.

"You guys can go," Pops declared with a sigh.

"Thank you," Ozone grumbled, holding his stomach yet.