"Oh boy! I'm really scared!" Tiny cried out. He could barely suppress a chuckle. This was all too funny for him. Here he was, an eight year old third grader, beating two robbers! Priceless! Hearing footsteps in the kitchen, he listened quietly as Ozone shouted, "Too late kiddo! We're already in the house!"
"You still don't have me though!" Tiny replied. Turning the fan on, he smiled to see that the pencil was keeping it from blowing yet. The young basset hound puppy ran out of the dining room just as Ozone opened the kitchen door. The Sphynx cat proceeded to walk right into a wall of glue covered plastic wrap. Ripping it off his face and body, the hairless feline shouted, "That's it! You're dead kid!" He took another step forward, walking right into some string. The pencil was pulled out and the fan whirred to life. Fluffy white feathers blew right at Ozone, sticking to the glue all over him.
Out in the living room, Tiberius looked around. Believing the coast was clear, he grinned and set his taloned feet right down on some broken ornaments. Screeching in pain, he fell to the floor. "What is wrong with you kid?!" the hawk shrieked. Staggering to his feet, he carefully made his way around the broken ornaments, through the living room and out into the foyer. In the meantime, Ozone stumbled into the foyer trying to get the feathers off of himself. Seeing his partner there, he exclaimed, "Tiberius!" Eyes widening, the hawk mumbled, "Ozone?"
"Why the heck are you covered in soot?!" Ozone demanded. Ignoring the question, Tiberius asked, "Why the heck are you dressed like a chicken?" The pair silently stared at each other. At that moment, the source of all their pain and suffering called from the top of the stairs, "I'm up here guys! Come and get me!" Anger coursing through their veins, the two robbers rushed forward, not noticing the toy cars laying at the bottom of the stairs. Stepping on them, they slipped and fell.
"You guys give up? Or you thirsty for more?" Tiny asked teasingly, grinning like a psychopath. Getting up, he got behind the red wagon he had with him. His brothers' bowling balls were in it. Pushing it forward, he looked down. Ozone and Tiberius were trying to get up to their feet. Not wasting a second, Tiny pushed the wagon forward and watched it roll down the stairs. Seeing it a second too late, Tiberius got hit by the wagon square in the face. One of the bowling balls then struck his wing. Ozone yowled as another bowling ball hit him where he had been shot earlier. The third and last bowling ball rolled over his tail.
"Come and get me!" Tiny taunted, running all the way upstairs. His face bright red with anger, Ozone scrambled to his feet, stepping on Tiberius's other wing. Climbing up the stairs, he gasped in horror as a paint can swung down. "DUCK!" The warning came too late for Tiberius though. The hawk got hit in the face by the can, knocking him back down. Glaring at his partner, Ozone hissed, "No, it's okay pigeon! I'll get him for ya!"
"Ozone! Look out!" Tiberius screeched, pointing up. Turning around, Ozone was greeted with a paint can to the face. Falling back down, he fell on top of his already fallen companion. Upstairs, Tiny stepped over the tripwire he had set up before retreating into his parents' bedroom. Back downstairs, Tiberius rasped, "It's okay Ozone, he's just a kid. We can take him."
"Shut up and get your face out of mine," Ozone growled. He was about to get up when Tiberius suddenly gasped. Frowning, the hairless feline snapped, "Now what?!" Gulping nervously, the red tailed hawk underneath him murmured, "Um... don't get angry... but... it looks like you're missing some teeth..." Confused, Ozone felt around on the right side of his mouth. The hawk wasn't kidding. He was missing some teeth. And one in particular. "That's my gold tooth..." the Sphynx cat muttered. Getting up, he shouted, "I'm gonna kill him, I'm actually gonna kill him! Kid, you're dead!"
