"Crap, who's the real Gidget?!" Duke exclaimed. The gang had successfully wrangled the two Pomeranians away from each other. One had almost been on the verge of killing the other and there had been blood drawn. But otherwise the two were okay. But the gang still had a huge problem.
Which one was the real Gidget?
"There's gotta be some way to tell them apart, right?" Buddy questioned. A hopeless expression on his face, Mel cried, "But how?! They both look alike! We'll never figure out which one is the real one!" Wincing as Pops set her broken leg in a cast, Chloe muttered through clenched teeth, "There must be a way."
"Rhonda is right. Try asking them a question, something that only the real Puffball will know," Pops chimed in. Giving the old basset hound a thumbs up, Snowball turned to Max and stated, "You're up Tiny Dog!" Nodding his head in agreement, Max turned to the two Pomeranians and asked, "Where was our first kiss, Gidget?"
"At Central Park on our first date! And then we shared another one when you took me home that night," one of the Pomeranians answered confidently. Horror washing over her face, the other one shouted, "No! She studied me and learned everything she could about me! Try something else!" Sticking her nose in the air, the first stated, "That's something only an imposter would say."
"Welp, we're screwed. Any more ideas?" Snowball asked, turning to the rest of the gang. There was a moment of silence as everyone quietly thought. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, Leonard suggested, "Dance competition maybe?"
"Eating contest," Duke threw out.
Sweetpea chirped something but no one knew what he said.
"Turn on La Pasion de la Pasion," Buddy remarked, "Whoever gets tired of it first is the imposter."
"A race perhaps?" Norman squeaked.
"We could just use our noses like dogs are supposed to," Mel murmured quietly, doubting anyone would listen to his idea. Hearing him however, Snowball grabbed the pug by the shoulders and exclaimed, "Mel you're a genius!" Mel felt a bit better about himself. Meanwhile, the rabbit turned to Max again and stated, "Tiny Dog, you know your girlfriend the best. Ya just gotta sniff her out man."
"Yeah, yeah I can do that," Max declared. Approaching the two Pomeranians, he cleared his throat and spoke, "Ladies, if you don't mind, may you please hold out your paw?" Both Pomeranians did and so Max sniffed both paws. He suddenly realized this was a bad idea though as both smelled like strawberries and honey, Gidget's favorite scented shampoo. Backing away, Max stuttered, "Um, we may have a problem."
"Max!" both of the Pomeranians snapped. Raising his paws defensively, Max cried, "I'm sorry! You both smell good!" Snowball facepawed when he heard that. Throwing his paws up into the air, Ozone hissed, "Great! That's just great! And stupid, seeing how we only found Gidget by following her scent for four days!" Looking over at the hairless cat, Max asked, "You tracked her scent for four days?"
"No, not me. It was the pigeon. Rain or shine, he followed her scent for miles for four days and dragged me along," Ozone complained, flicking his tail. His eyes widening, he looked over at Max, who had the exact same expression on his face. They had an idea. Slowly, they turned their heads towards Tiberius.
