Chuck was still stomping home. Mr. Resetti popped out of the ground in front of him. "Are you Chuck?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"I heard that you're protecting Yuka. I just gotta warn you. Rover is willing to go through anyone in his way."

"You're a creepy little mole guy who popped out of the ground and started talking to me. Rover sounds crazy, but I'm gonna be fine." With that, Chuck continued walking. Resetti followed him.

Back at the tracks, Booker had arrived. "So...why am I here...?"

"Booker, Rover is in town," Copper told him. "I think that you should go down to check on Chuck. I'll go see Yuka."

Booker lumbered away. The train's whistle was heard in the distance. Porter looked at himself and realized that he was still tied up. "HEY! WHAT ABOUT ME! EEK EEK!"

"Oops."

Meanwhile, Resetti was still talking to Chuck. "Don't leave! I mean it! I'll even lend you my pickaxe! Rover is trying to kill you!"

"I might get the urge to kill you if you don't get lost!" Chuck wasn't sure why this mole and Yuka were making such a big deal about some stupid cat. And his house was a few feet away! Why couldn't this mole just get lost?

"Look, if you don't hear me out, I'll go into one of my fits of rage!" warned the mole. "You don't want that!"

"Bug off."

"You asked for it...I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU, BUT YOU'RE BEING A BIG JERK! MAYBE I'LL LET ROVER KILL YOU! MAYBE I'LL LET HIM KILL YUKA! HE'S THE CRAZIEST, ANGRIEST GUY YOU'VE EVER MET!"

There was an awkward pause. Chuck was actually shocked. "I think you're the craziest, angriest guy I've ever met."

"Oh, forget it!" sighed Resetti, giving up. "Now...SCRAM!" Resetti popped back into his hole. He had tried. It was Chuck's funeral now.

"What a freak," Chuck said to himself as he headed into his house...into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Copper was on the tracks untiing Porter. He had to hurry, because the train was coming fast.

"Untie me! Untie me!"

"I am! I am!"

With a cartoonish splat, the train hit them. They were soon plastered to the front of the train, driving through the tunnel out of Pinesville. So much for stopping Rover.

"Well, we're alive," said Copper.

"I'm not so sure about me..." replied Porter.

Chuck sat down in his house. Security devices littered the place, blocking most of his nice green furniture. He couldn't even get into his bed. With an agonized sigh, Chuck threw himself down into a chair, watching the video feed of Yuka in her house.

"Okay. I'm a bored, dazed guy who needs some sleep. But NO...I've gotta sit around and watch Yuka sleep. The idea of watching your neighbor sleep feels somewhat dirty to me..."

The screen suddenly changed to a video of Rover's face! Things were definitely getting weird. "Don't think dirty thoughts, Chuck," said the smiling cat.

"WHAT!"

"At last we meet face-to-face."

"Well, you're on a TV screen, so..."

"Actually, I'm right behind you," a voice said in Chuck's ear. Suddenly, out of the darkness, wires wrapped around Chuck from behind.