"It worked! The idiots fell for it!" Trixie crowed, waking Gidget from her slumber. Her head was pounding. Groaning in pain, the fluffy white Pomeranian stepped closer to the bars of the cage to see her imposter trotting down the steps. Emerging from his room, Gary asked, "What do you mean?"
"Our problem has been taken care of. Everyone thought I was attacked," Trixie explained, holding up her right leg. It was bandaged up. Her tail wagging, she continued, "And now no one will be able to question us after they banished Ozone and the pigeon. Besides, I think that hot sauce trick worked very well. They won't be able to see or say anything for a while."
"What?! What did you do?!" Gidget exclaimed, hearing that. Turning to their prisoner, Gary smiled sinisterly as he remarked, "It appears that the information you gave us proved to be very helpful. Can't handle hot sauce and tends to leap into battle without thinking, those were your exact words about your two friends."
"Oh my god... what have I done..." Gidget mumbled, dread washing over her. Sinking to the floor, she covered her face with her paws. Ignoring their prisoner, Gary turned back to Trixie and stated, "Good work Trixie, we'll soon find Snowball's lab and his latest invention. For now, you're gonna need to lay low for a few days. We might've driven off two of them but that doesn't mean others won't get suspicious."
"Don't worry Gary," Trixie vowed, "They won't suspect a thing."
