Back over at the Manhattan shoreline, Snowball and the Flushed Pets arrived at a dead end to a drainage pipe covered by a grate. Grabbing the bars in his little furry paws, Snowball shook the grate in anger as he almost growled. Fury burning in his heart, he glowered at the two dogs as they got a free ferry ride to Brooklyn.
"Well, we lost them," Tattoo mumbled. Some of the other Flushed Pets nodded their heads sadly. Glaring at his closest friend, Snowball muttered through clenched teeth, "They're not getting away that quick. We shall still avenge our dear friend Viper."
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"But they're going to Brooklyn, just like everyone else these days after it made a comeback!" Tattoo exclaimed.
"That won't stop us. Death is coming to Brooklyn. And Death has buck teeth and a cotton tail!" Snowball shouted the last part at the two dogs. Knowing they wouldn't be able to hear him though, he began to laugh evilly, soon joined by his comrades.
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"Enough!" Snowball shouted, silencing the others before adding, "It only works when I do it ya idiots."
