The next day, Copper sighs sadly as Tod appears from around a bush.

"Hey Copper. What happened to ya? Why didn't you. . .?" He stops when he saw the rope that was tied around his friends next and attached to the barrel. "Golly! You're all tied up!"

Copper nods sadly. "Yeah. And it's no fun, neither. The master says I gotta stay home."

Tod was not about to be disheartened. "Well. We can play around here, then."

Tod starts to wrestle with Copper.

"Oh no! Not with old Chief over there."

Tod peers around Copper and sees Chief snoring in his barrel.

"Is that him making that awful noise?"

Copper nods. "He keeps me awake at night."

Tod starts to walk over to the barrel.

"Oh don't go in there! He can get awful mean! He's cranky."

Tod was amazed. "Gee willikers! Is he ever big!"

Tod moves over to where Chief's head is.

"His ears aren't as big as yours, Copper."

Copper whispers urgently. "That's not the part you gotta worry about."

Tod pulls down Chief's lips. "Wow! Look at those teeth!"

"That's the part you gotta worry about!"

Chief starts mumbling in his sleep.

"He's wakin' up! Got out, Tod!" Copper calls to his friend, kneeding the ground nervously with his paws.

Tod was too amused to listen. "No. He's having a dream. He's chasing somethin'."

Copper starts to shake in fear. He covers his eyes.

"It's a big old badger," Chief growls in his sleep.

Tod laughs. "Copper. He's chasing a badger."

Tod stifles a giggle.

Chief continues his talking. "No. It ain't a badger. It's a. . . it's a. . ."

Chief presses his nose up against Tod, pinning him to the side of the barrel. Inhaling Tod's scent deeply, Chief wakes up and his eyes flew wide.

"It's a fox. A fox!"

Chief starts barking and aggressively tries to get at Tod. Copper hides in his barrel. Tod hops out of Chief's barrel and runs. Chief tries to give chase but is stopped by the rope attached to his barrel. He pulls hard and drags the barrel along.

Copper looks after his friend as he sprints away. "Run, Tod! Run!"

Chief chases Tod into a chicken house and he sticks his head inside, not being able to fit his large body through the opening.

A flock of chickens pour out, with Tod running right behind. Amos Slade opens up a window and looks out. He sees the commotion and opens his mouth in dismay. Chief chases Tod around, scooping the chickens up in his barrel. Amos comes out of the house, carrying a shotgun and fires it.

Tod runs the other way. He sees Chief and runs back the original way. He runs under Amos. Amos keeps on firing but keeps on missing. He's then knocked off his feet by Chief. A shot strays upward. It nearly hits Dinky and Boomer, who are sitting in a tree. They take off and hide in a mailbox as Tod bounds off a tree.

Chief tries to keep on him, but his barrel's rope wraps around the tree and Chief is pulled off his feet. Tod climbs into the mailbox. Amos aims and fires at the mailbox, making a big hole in it as everybody scrambles out.

Tod bounds over a small stream. Chief chases, but his barrel catches on the water, and he is yanked back again. Tod stops and pants but suddenly hears the sound of a car starting. He looks and sees the widow in her car.

Chief snarls and stumbles toward Tod.

Tod takes off for the car but just misses it. He chases after it. Amos hops in his car and gives chase. Tod hops on a stone wall alongside the road and manages to catch up to the widow. He jumps as a shot barely misses him. The widow looks and sees Tod.

"Tod!" she cries, shocked.

She looks behind. Amos is still firing. Tod hops in the back of the car, where the widow is storing her milk containers. Amos takes aim and fires, putting holes in all the containers. Widow Tweed tries to maintain control of the car. Suddenly, she slams on the brakes, apparently fed up. She gets out and stands in the middle of the road, looking extremely angry. Amos stomps on the brakes, stopping just in front of her.

"Amos Slade, you trigger-happy lunatic!" She screeches, then raises her voice even louder. "Give me that gun!"

She snatches the gun away from him and cocks it. Amos Slade covers his eyes. A shot is heard, followed by a hissing noise. Amos looks.

"My radiator! Why you blasted female!" He gets out of his car. "I'll. . . I'll. . ."

She jabs the gun in his chest. "Hold it! Right there!"

Amos holds his hands up, concerned. "Watch it! That thing's loaded!"

She points the gun to the sky and shoots. Tod looks very frightened.

"Now it ain't loaded!" She throws the gun back to Amos.

"Dag nabit, woman! You're favorite fox was after my chickens!"

"Rubbish and poppycock! I don't believe it! He wouldn't hurt a thing!"

"You callin' me a liar, you muddle-headed female?! I saw it happen!"

Widow turns preachy as she continues to yell. "Amos Slade, that temper of yours is gonna get you into a lot of trouble someday!"

Amos turns even angrier at this. "Temper! Temper! Woman, you ain't seen my temper!"

He takes off his hat, throws it on the ground, and stomps on it.

"If I ever catch that fox on my property again, I'll blast him! And next time I won't miss!"