1 hour later, Mrs. Elizabeth Cat and Terry enter the house with the groceries.

"Can you believe how crowded that shop was?" Mrs. Cat says.

"Yeah. It's a good thing we are finally home." Terry says. Just then, something gets her attention. "Mom! Look!"

Mrs. Cat looks in the same direction like Terry and gasps. There on the couch lies Furrball who is sleeping soundly. The TV is also no longer on. "Aw, isn't that sweet?" she marvels and Terry nods. "Let's take the groceries in the kitchen and then wake him up."

"I agree, Mom." Terry answers. They walk in the kitchen with the groceries and put the groceries on the table. After that, they walk back in the living-room where Furrball is. Terry puts her hand on Furrball's shoulder and shakes him a little. "Ryan..." she says softly. "Wake up, Ryan. We're home." But Furrball is still sleeping. She cannot help, but chuckle. "Would you believe it? Sleeping like a log." She says to her mom.

"I know what will wake him up." Mrs. Cat says with a smirk. She leans down and kisses Furrball on the forehead. As a result, Furrball smiles in his sleep, then opens his eyes, noticing his folks staring at him.

"The same thing you and Dad did to me when I was a little girl." Terry tells her mom, chuckling.

"Mom! Terry! You're back!" Furrball exclaims, getting off the couch. He gives both of them a big hug.

"Did you and Fifi have a great time, Ryan?" Mrs. Cat asks.

"You bet. We went for a walk in the park. And after that, we went to the Acme Mall to play at the arcade."

"Nice. What did you two play?" Terry wonders.

"I played Pac-Man. And Fifi played DX-Ball."

"And how were they?" Mrs. Cat asks.

"Entertaining. That's all I can say."

"We're glad nothing went wrong between you and Fifi, honey."

"Say, little bro, are you hungry? We've just bought food."

Furrball is surprised. "Are you kidding? After spending time with Fifi, watching a little TV and taking a nap, I'm so hungry, I can eat a horse!"

Mrs. Cat and Terry laugh at what Furrball has just said. Mrs. Cat then says "I'll make us some pizza for dinner. Of course, I could use some help. Any volunteers?"

Terry smiles and raises her hand. "Count me in!"

Furrball also smiles and raises his hand. "Me too!"

"In this case, let's get to work!" Mrs. Cat exclaims. And so, they go in the kitchen and gather the necessary ingredients to make the pizza.

40 minutes later, Furrball and his folks are standing at the table, each one with a plate, a knife, a fork and a napkin in front, and with the homemade pizza already sliced on a plate in the centre of the table.

"Wow. It looks great." Terry says, smiling.

Furrball sniffs it. "And it smells good too."

"With your help, I have made the most beautiful and tasty pizza ever. Now all we have to do is eat it. So, bon appétit."

"Bon appétit!" Furrball and Terry say in unison.

And with that said, each one takes a slice and starts eating.