"Alive?" Aunt Figg asked in great shock. "He's alive?!"

Back in the living room, near the fireplace, Aunt Figg was with Lickboot. They had just gotten a telegram, revealing that Michael Starling had survived the avalanche.

Aunt Figg snatched the telegram, and put on her spectacles to read it for herself.

"The telegram just came," Lickboot explained. "Starling is lying in some God for sake antic shack on a mountain side in Tibet. Maybe every bone in his body is broken...?" He thought aloud as he poured himself some tea, "...if we're lucky."

"But he's alive!" Aunt Figg snarled, shocked and outraged.

Unbeknownst to either of them, but Jerry was hiding behind a dolphin statuette on the bookshelf, watching and listening.

"Well, look on the bright side," Lickboot said with a shrug. "There may be another avalanche."

Jerry carefully attempted to sneak past without being caught.

"And he may be eaten by the abominable snow-thing, too," Aunt Figg sarcastically added. "Who cares?!"

Just then, Jerry bumped into a few books, making a squeak noise. He quickly ran back behind the dolphin statuette, before Aunt Figg turned around, having heard the books fall over.

Lickboot continued. "Well, his daughters, Robyn and Mandy, for one, and our creditors, for another."

Aunt Figg walked over to the bookshelf to see where the noise came from.

Jerry managed to hide himself behind the dolphin statuette in a perfect position.

When Aunt Figg saw that nothing was apparently around, she gave up and turned back to Lickboot with a frown. "The point is, Daddy Starling is still... ALIVE!" She began to crumble the letter.

Jerry peeked back out, again.

"Robyn and Mandy must never know."

With that, Aunt Figg tossed the crumpled-up letter into the fireplace. Luckily, it didn't actually get engulfed by the flames.

Jerry watched in shock, and slowly crept back out as Aunt Figg walked away.

"I'll make sure they never know," she snarled, determinedly. "I'll lock them in their room."

"Now that's a good idea," Lickboot smirked, as he followed Aunt Figg out of the room, and closed the door. Yet, leaving it slightly ajar.

In the meantime, Jerry slid down from the bookshelf on a telephone wire. He waited until the two villains left, and looked back at the crumpled-up telegram.

It slowly began to succumb to the flames.

Thinking quickly, Jerry raced over to fetch the paper out before it could burn away. Carrying it in his small hands, the mouse ran out of the room, heading straight to the attic to tell Mandy and Robyn the good news.

Meanwhile, Tom was already upstairs in the hallway, still searching for Jerry.

Jerry raced right past him between his legs, surprising the cat.

Tom quickly caught up with Jerry. "Hold it!" He picked up the telegram, with Jerry still clinging onto it. "What's the big rush?" shrugged Tom.

Jerry kept running in midair, until he nearly freed himself from Tom's grasp.

But Tom caught him before he could hit the ground.

"Read this!" Jerry grinned, as he un-crumpled the telegram, showing it to the cat. "Robyn and Mandy's father is alive!"

Tom scanned the letter, quietly reading it to himself. "Tibet!" His eyes widened for a brief moment, but then continued to read until he finished with a big smile. "Hey! They're not orphans no more!"

Tom selfishly took the telegram from Jerry, and then dropped the mouse to the ground, before running off to tell the girls himself.

Jerry followed Tom up the stairs.

Once they got there, the two came to a complete halt.

"Good night!" Aunt Figg was bidding the Mandy and Robyn good night. "Sleep tight! And don't let the spiders and monsters, and scary things..." she closed the door, pulling a key out from her pocket, and then locking it. "Bite!" Aunt Figg finished with a sneer, as she took the key out of the keyhole.

Tom hid the telegram as he and Jerry pretended to act casual, as Aunt Figg walked past them seemingly oblivious. The duo waited until she went back downstairs.

Once she was gone, the cat and mouse raced to the attic door, ready to tell Mandy and Robyn about their father's survival. But just as they raised their fists to knock on the door...

"How nice!" A familiar voice came from behind them, stopping the two from knocking on the door.

Tom and Jerry looked back to see that Aunt Figg had returned, now suspicious of them.

With a frown, she snatched the letter away from them. "You fetched my telegram. You're both so helpful." She sneered.

Tom and Jerry became cautious, sharing a glance at each other.

"I'll make sure Dr. Applecheek takes special care of you!" Aunt Figg smirked evilly at the two.

Tom gulped, before finally yelling "RUN!"

He and Jerry began to run off in separate directions.

But as Tom tried to run for his life, he found himself not actually running away. He looked back to see Aunt Figg was holding him back by the tail.

"Oh, no you don't!" She snarked.

Tom desperately tried to escape from her grip. But, to no success, as his running feet simply moved the carpet back

Jerry attempted to run away, himself. He looked back to make sure he wasn't being followed. Only to distract himself from where he was going, because he ran straight into a glass bottle, trapping himself.

Ferdinand picked him up by the tail, and cackled. "Caught the mousey!" He smirked nastily at Jerry, trapped in the glass bottle.

The next morning was a beautiful sunny day.

Outside a salmon-colored house, birds chirped as they cleaned themselves at a birdbath Some were happily flying about.

One squirrel squeaked as he squeezed himself through a white fence. He pushed himself past, and sprung out onto the street.

Just then, a red car pulled over outside the house, startling the squirrel back onto the sidewalk.

Aunt Figg stepped out of the car. "Well, here it is. Your new home." She took out a cage, with Tom and Jerry inside. Walking up the front pathway, Aunt Figg approached the house. Once she arrived, she knocked with the door knocker.

The door was answered by a middle-aged man. He wore a cream-colored tunic, over a light blue shirt and a red bowtie. He wore spectacles, and was quite bald with bits of gray hair, along with his eyebrows.

"Ah ha," he greeted with a kind smile. "Dr. J. Sweetface Applecheek at your service, dear lady."

"Pristine Figg, Doctor," Aunt Figg greeted back. "Miss Pristine Figg."

"Well, naturally," the doctor giggled.

The two both giggled sweetly for a moment, before Aunt Figg stopped with a big grin. Then, she showed him Tom and Jerry in the cage. "These are the two sweet strays my darling little wards brought home."

"And you don't have room for them, so you brought them here to my pet sanctuary," smiled Dr. Applecheek.

"Exactly," said Aunt Figg.

"Well, my loving home is a shelter for all our lost and abandoned animal friends," said Dr. Applecheek.

As Aunt Figg spoke with the doctor, Tom and Jerry both shrugged at each other. The two were then startled when Aunt Figg's face peered in the cave.

"You're gonna love it here," she told the two, with a sinister chuckle.

Jerry simply glared after the obese woman.

"Do we have a choice?" asked Tom.

Jerry nodded. "Yeah. This or the river."

Dr. Applecheek took the cage. "They'll be in good hands."

"Ta-ta," Aunt Figg bid a sweet farewell, and left.

Dr. Applecheek closed the doors, and brought Tom and Jerry into the front room. Setting them on a table, he opened the cage, allowing the two to come out.

"God's Little Creatures"

(Dr. Applecheek)
"God's little creatures,
 With sweet and furry features,
Four-legged friends I would go to the ends of the Earth to protect,
My best friends are animals,
Their best friend is me,
And it pains me to see any signs of neglect,"

As he was singing, Dr. Applecheek showed the two a shelf piled with photos; most of them of the doctor with dogs and cats, along with a blue ribbon with the number 1 on it.

(Dr. Applecheek)
"God's little creatures,
They have so much to teach us,
 Men like myself put their lives on the shelves, to be kind to our pets,
 My whole life is animals,
 From morning to night,
 I pity their plight, but I have no regrets!"

Dr. Applecheek seemingly began to pet Tom from his head down his back. Suddenly, he sneered sinisterly, and shoved the cat, along with Jerry, back into the cage and slammed it shut.

Opening another door leading to the basement, the doctor tossed the cage down below. "Here boys! Take good care of them!" He laughed evilly, coming down the stairs.

Two other men, down below, caught the cage. One was taller, wearing a purple balaclava and tan-colored coat. The other man was shorter, wearing a red balaclava and brown coat. They brought Tom and Jerry to a row of cells, and dumped the duo in an empty one.

As a matter of fact, all different dogs and cats were locked up in some of the other cells, was well. It turns out that Dr. Applecheek wasn't how Aunt Figg described him to be, at all.

All the animals, including Tom and Jerry, watched in horror as the doctor explained his true colors and plots.

(Dr. Applecheek)
"Yes, animals are business,
A money making business,
I kidnap, buy, and sell them!
Call their owners up and tell them,

I make outrageous noodles,
From pekes, and poms, and poodles,
Ten Grand a Day,

Those rich old fools will pay,
To find their precious poochies,
With collars made at Gucci's,

Devotion to dumb animals is no dumb gig,
I love God's little creatures,
Because the income's so darn big, big, big big big big BIG!"

Dr. Applecheek laughed evilly, as he snapped his whip around the room.

The door to the basement slammed shut.