Tramp and Angel ran as fast as they could, headed straight to Ruby's place. When they arrived, however, Tramp could sense something was up. As soon as they reached the fence, he put a paw out in front of Angel, sticking his nose up and sniffing instinctively.

"What?" Angel asked, panicked. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"I'm afraid there might be," he told her, solemnly, "there's a familiar stench in the air. And I don't like it." He entered first, Angel following close behind. When they reached the back yard, he gasped. "Oh no!"

Angel walked past him and gasped as well, before she started to cry. Ruby, Mooch, Francoise and Scratchy were all lying on the ground, still and lifeless. They were bloody and bruised. Ruby slowly moved her head. Angel saw this and ran over to her friend.

"Ruby! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Urgh," Ruby groaned, slowly and painfully sitting up, "hey, Angel. I'm afraid we got attacked. Buster and his thugs… they killed them, Angel. They're dead. I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry, Ruby," Tramp told her, "you'll be fine. We're going to get you to our place, and then we'll take care of Buster and his gang."

"But how?" Angel asked, looking like there was no hope. "There's six of them, and with Scamp captured, or worse," she shivered at the thought of what could've happened to her beloved, "there's just us two. We can't beat them."

"There's more than just us, though, Angel." He smiled knowingly at her. "I need you to take Ruby home, then go wait for me at Tony's. There's a Great Dane named Brisco, he'll help us. I need to go find some old friends."

"Alright," she nodded, helping Ruby onto her feet. "Be careful, Tramp."

"You too, Angel. I don't want anything else to happen to my family."

Junkyard

"That's it, boys!" Bruiser shouted, gathering their attention. "We've taken out their allies! All that remains are Tramp and Angel." He walked over to Scamp, who had been trapped in a cage. "Once they arrive, we'll finish you off, and then they'll fall down too." He laughed evilly as Scamp spat in his face. "I'm going to enjoy watching you die." He turned his head towards Antonio. "You keep an eye on him. We'll prepare for the ambush. Once they arrive, we'll make our way towards you. Once this is over, the town is ours!"

The others headed into the park. Once they were gone, Antonio slowly made his way towards Scamp, staring him down as the Schnauzer pup stares back. With the cage right in front of him, all that could be heard was the low growl Scamp gave out.

"Just so you know," Antonio told him, with a sigh, "none of this is my idea."

"But you still follow along," Scamp spat back. "You think the fact you didn't decide to do it makes it any better? If you truly didn't want any part of this, you would've left these freaks."

"I thought you might understand my position, Scamp. Doing whatever it takes. Except I owe them. They've looked after me my whole life. I'd be dead without them."

"But you don't have to do any of this! Killing, terrorising, bullying-"

"I never killed, alright!" he snapped. This caught Scamp off guard as he tilted his head at the Koolie. "I never killed Jock, I never killed any of the others. I'm not as bad as them. I'm no saint, either." He sighed, looking down at the ground with heavy eyes. "I've done terrible things and I wish I could get away from this, leave it behind, be someone else…"

"But you think it's too late," Scamp finished for him. He noticed a slight nod. "I get where you're coming from. I thought that, y'know, all THIS was what I wanted. And Angel showed me how wrong I was." His stare turned into a sympathetic one. "And I know Collette would do the same for you."

He looked at him, shocked. "You know?"

"Angel saw how you both looked at each other before. She knew that Collette was acting different after she saw you. She knew there was something between you. That's all I know about it." Again, Antonio sighed. "But I know something else. I know that when you find someone you care about, more than anything or anyone else, it helps you see how things really are. Changes your priorities and once you've found them, you put them before anything else." He gave a slight smile, despite the pain he still felt in his leg. "I know you know where she is, and I know you've tried to keep her away from all this. I appreciate that, Antonio."

"Really?" Scamp nodded, and he smiled too. "Thank you. If there is a way out of this, I'll tell you where she is once this is over. I promise."

"There is a way out, though." He could hear a slight beat in his head, like a drum kit being tapped. "/You think that there is no escape, /from this, your final destiny. /You just don't seem to understand, /but I can help you see clearly."

Antonio joined in. "/But what is there that I can do? /I just don't which way to turn! /It feels as if that I am trapped. /If I try fly, I'll crash and burn!"

"/You don't need to go through this alone! /I am here to help you stand on your own!" The beat they heard picked up, guitar intensifying the sound. "/Trust in me and we'll make it out. /I swear we will escape tonight. /Don't worry about all of them. /They'll never catch us, am I right?"

"/So if I put my trust in you, /I will make my way to her? /I need to know that she's alright, /I'd rather die than know she's hurt!"

"/You and I will make it through this mess!" Antonio and Scamp then sung together. "/We can save ourselves and reach the end! /All we have to do is run tonight! /There's no need for us to join the fight!"

"They're here!" Buster shouted, bringing the song to an abrupt end. "Get ready, Ant!"

"Quick, Antonio," Scamp told him, "if we're going to do this, you have to get me out."

"If they see you out of the cage, though, they'll kill us AND them! I need to play along for now, just to stop them from suspecting."

"Then here's what we need to do. Unlock the cage, but leave the lock on. They try and take me out of the cage, I'll shake them off and join dad and Angel. You run- find Collette, and get her home. Promise me that."

"But, what if they-"

"PROMISE me!"

Antonio calmed down, then nodded. "Okay." Using his claw, he unlocked the cage. "Good luck."

"You too." Antonio began to leave. "And hey!" They locked eyes. "You're a good guy. My sister is lucky to have met you."

He smiled, before heading to the others. They were already staring down at Angel and Tramp, standing off in that junk filled area. Unlike before, none of them were laughing- Drill wanted blood, Buster was ready for revenge, and Tracey and Bruiser were preparing for a bloodshed, while Angel and Tramp stare them down, ready to do what was right. When Antonio stood next to them, he sent Angel a look that said 'I'm sorry', before masking his feelings, staring them down.

"This is it, Tramp!" Buster beckoned. "The end of the line! I'll be honest with ya, it wasn't until I met these guys that I imagined it would end like this. The old me would feel sorry for what's about to happen, but I don't. And the old you would understand why."

"No, he wouldn't, Buster!" Tramp shouted back. "He would be wondering what happened to the guy who stood by his side and actually enjoyed life. Just like I'm wondering know!" He looked at the group of dogs staring him down. "I thought there was six of you?"

"Tha' were before your kid killed my bruv!" Drill snapped, blood on his mind. "And, now we' gonna make up fo' that!"

He walked over to the cage that held Scamp in it. He pushed it towards them, but when he opened it, Scamp clawed at his face, before limply running towards his family. Once there, he embraced his father and girlfriend.

"Are you alright, son?" Tramp asked. He saw the cut in his leg and grimaced. "I'm so sorry."

"It's their fault, not yours," Scamp told him, smiling, before he looked at Angel, who was crying. "It's okay. I told you I'd be okay."

"Oh, tenderfoot," she hugged him. "I never doubted you."

"We need to cut this reunion short!" Bruiser shouted. He viciously bit into Antonio's paw, before swinging him around and throwing him towards Tramp and his family. "I knew you weren't up for this, Antonio! We knew you didn't kill that girl, and we know you never killed any of the others. You're pathetic."

Lifting his head from the ground, he laughed. "It's you who's pathetic, Bruiser- the lot of you. There's more to life than this. I'm glad you did this, because know, I can get away from you for good."

"Except none of you are going anywhere!" Buster shouted. "You all end here! All five of you!"

"Five?" Angel asked. "There's four of us here!"

"That's what you think, kid," Tracey laughed, smirking evilly. She walked towards a nearby trash can, and from behind it, she grabbed Collette by the scarf she was still wearing. She was whimpering out of fear, eyes looking at Antonio for help. "Your daughter, I presume, Tramp?"

"Collette!" they all shouted.

"No!" Antonio shouted. "Leave her alone, this is between us and you! Not her!"

"You're all going to die," Bruiser explained, "we're going after the other girls after this too, and their mother." Tramp, Scamp, Angel and Antonio all stared him down, growling angrily. "That old dog you've been staying is dead too, kid. Just like you'll be. Because it's us versus you, and there's nothing you can do to get out of this." He noticed Tramp stopped growling, the kids stopping once he did. The father of four then smiled. "Something you want to say, Tramp?"

"You didn't think we'd come alone, did you?" He gave a loud whistle. They all heard a series of barks and growls, as a large stampede of footsteps, or rather, paw steps were heard from outside the junkyard. "My family and I are getting out of here."