"Come on you stupid cat. You were supposed to be up here an hour ago," Tiberius growled, pacing back and forth in front of his shed. The sun shone high in the sky, hinting it was noon. That left no more than eight hours to search for Gidget. Ozone might have all the time in the world with him being a stray but the old hawk didn't. Sighing softly, he mumbled, "Don't worry Gidget, I'll find you."
"Hi bestie! I brought you some water!" the fake Gidget's voice called out. Tiberius snarled when he heard her. Turning around slowly, the red tailed hawk muttered, "You are not my best friend." Setting down the dark colored jug she had brought with her, the imposter gasped in surprise and yipped, "But I am! I'm starting to think you're the one who hit their head."
"Perhaps..." Tiberius spoke calmly, composing himself. If there was any way he was going to find Gidget, he needed information from the imposter. So he played along, laying down as he added, "Ya know, I often think back to when we became best friends. Happened right here on this rooftop." Her back turned to the hawk as she poured two cups, the fake Gidget nodded her head and remarked, "I remember that day like it was yesterday."
"Do you remember how it all went down?" Tiberius questioned. The fake Gidget paused for a moment, clearly taken aback by the question. After her hesitation, she answered, "Of course. I came up here looking for Max and I found you. We made a deal, my exact words were if you found Max I would be your best friend. And here we are, still best friends forever." Getting up, Tiberius remarked, "I'm impressed you remembered after that hit to the head. But you forgot one small detail."
"Oh? What's that?" the fake Gidget asked, turning around to offer Tiberius one of the cups she poured. His eyes narrowing, the old red tailed hawk hissed, "I tried to eat Gidget." Knocking the cup out of the imposter's paw, he watched the contents spill out. Red thick liquid. Hot sauce. Glaring at her, he growled, "You'll need to try harder to poison me, imposter."
Dead silence.
"I was trying to do this the easy way," the imposter muttered, frowning as she threw down her own cup, "But I guess we're doing this the hard way." Without warning, she suddenly pounced at Tiberius, tackling him to the ground and forcing his mouth open. The next thing the hawk knew, something was being dumped down his throat. He realized in horror that it was the hot sauce.
"Looks like your best friend's tip was very helpful!" Trixie sneered, watching in delight as the red tailed hawk wretched in a futile attempt to throw up the hot sauce. Pinning him again, she slammed her paw down on his throat, cutting off his air. The old hawk tried screeching however no sound emitted from his mouth. Slowly putting more crushing weight on his neck, she commented, "Good luck telling anyone the truth now-"
"Get off of him!" Ozone's voice yowled. A moment later, Trixie was tackled by the hairless cat. Raising his paw over his head, the leader of the Alley Cats unsheathed his claws with the intent to strike. Thinking fast, Trixie grabbed the jug and flung its contents at his face. Ozone screeched when the hot sauce got in his eyes, blinding him. Kicking him off, the Pomeranian jumped to her feet just as sharp talons struck her leg, knocking her over. Tiberius then pinned her down, ready to strike again.
That's when the others arrived to the rooftop.
