In the skies above Possum Springs, a B-29 sported with black and red stripes was flying high over the city. Piloting it were 3 male pilots wearing grey military uniforms. They also have a insignia that looked like a yellow paw print being x-ed out. The lead pilot was communicating the crew by his own radio.

'Pilot to crew, Pilot to crew. We're only a few minutes out to target.'

'Copy that.'

'Hey. Can I ask you something again?'

'What is it?'

'What should we do again for this mission?'

The lead pilot sighed.

'Our mission was to drop the atom bomb we brought from the black market at Possum Springs.'

'Why Possum Springs? That ain't the imperial mainland, you know.'

'I know but Emperor Splero and his heir would certainly be there.'

'So what now?'

'What now, you say? I say we should bomb Possum Springs to thy kingdom come. Even though the civilians there would be affected, I don't really care. What I care is that I could bomb that absolute monarch in that very place.'

The bombardier nodded.

'Copy that. Maintaining a level altitude for bombing run. Standing by.'

...

Inside the Snack Falcon, Splero, Kalir and the others was just about to finish performing the song 'Russian Roulette'. The Akita wolf-dog laughed victoriously as the song ended with a good finish.

'Ha! Now that's more like it!'

'Well done, Son. I didn't know that you're good in playing the drums.'

'What would I could say? I'm a hardened drummer.'

Gregg chuckled.

'He sure was.'

Mae then switched her bass guitar off and she places it on the corner.

'I guess this band practice was a good one for today.'

'Indeed.'

Gregg then faces to the others.

'How bout we take a bite somewhere else to celebrate our great practice?'

Everyone nodded. Mae then raises her paw.

'I know. Should we take a bite at the Trolleyside News?'

'Trolleyside News, eh?'

Bea then looked at Mae.

'Why there?'

'I just wanted to taste the pretzels and pierogis there again, Bea. That's all.'

Gregg nodded.

'Alright. We'll go there then.'

The female alligator sighed while Angus adjusted his hat.

'Count me in.'

'Me too.'

Mae shone up with a smile.

'Okay. Let's go then.'

'How about Splero and Kalir?'

Splero raises his palm at Gregg.

'We'll join in later with you, guys. We're going to discuss something first.'

'Sure thing. See ya later then, you two.'

'Alright. See ya, guys.'

'Bye!'

Mae, Gregg, Bea and Angus left the room. While alone with his son, Splero cleared his throat.

'Before we go to join them for a snack time, there is something I wanted to tell you.'

'What is it, Dad?'

'Our intelligence agency at the mainland reported that there was a strategic bomber that went rogue somewhere from America. Other sources says that it was heading towards Asia and the Pacific.'

'Is that so?'

'Yep. That's the reason why I came here a little bit late earlier because I took the time to reassure the public about the minor crisis.'

'I see.'

'Yep. That's that so far.'

'Alright, Dad. Should the Empire respond to that?'

'I'm not sure about it, Son. I mean that's the issue of America, not us but we have no choice but to prepare ourselves in the next minute to come.'

Kalir simply didn't reply further to his father. Splero then cleared his throat.

'Anyway, let's make this room a bit organize before we go.'

'Go? Where?'

'To Trolleyside News, Son.'

'Oh. R-Right.'

Kalir chuckled nervously. The Akita wolf-dog then helped the human absolute monarch in making the room organized.