Scene change...

After the unexpected arrival of rescue made by the bulldog Spike, Tom and Jerry rushed to the backyard accompanied by Furrball who's still holding Napoleon on his hand.

While all the cats that have been called over by Butch to help him, most of them were in the front, getting hit with bones by Spike, but this didn't mean that there were no cats in the backyard. There were a few of them knocked out, some with black eyes, but it didn't seem to be the work of the bulldog's precious projectiles.

"Wow... That bulldog was busy...", uttered Napoleon still in Furrball's hand.

"Mind releasing me, kid?", to which the young feline let go of him, landing on the grass.

"A bit late, but thanks anyway!"

"If I knew things would end up this way, I wouldn't ever come here!", grumbled the rat, earning him angry glares from the others.

"Alright... Maybe I'm a bit at fault for this mess.", and got more angry glares, with Jerry approaching and hitting him over the head.

"Fine!", exclaimed Napoleon, carressing his head, "It's mostly my fault!", then turned to face Furrball.

"And I'm sorry for getting you into this..."

"I misread the whole thing.", stated the rat, pointing to Tom, "BUT, in my defense you gotta admit you two look like father and son!", which made the others facepalm, including Furrball.

"We're both blue, but this doesn't mean he's my father.", deadpanned the young cat, rolling his eyes. "For now we have other problems at hand."

"Yep, I counted almost a hundred of Butch's goons! And I'm sure the bulldog is gonna run out of ammo sooner or later!"

"But how did you get him to cooperate?", asked the rat, but was surprised when a hand picked him up. That hand belonged to the yellow cat, Toots, that appeared from behind. "Huh?! What are you doing here?!"

"To answer your first question, Spike was in the back knocking down the henchcats before you, dummy!", pointed out the yellow feline in anger. "It's in his nature to protect his home, just like it's yours to cause trouble!"

"That's rude, missy!", exclaimed Napoleon, feeling offended. "And weren't you with the guy that called an entire amy over a little poker loss?!"

"And this brings the answer to your second question!", scoffed Toots, rolling her eyes then turning to face the two felines and Jerry. "The three of you left me alone when Butchy has gone bonkers!"

"Oh... W-We were l-lost in the m-moment... ", stuttered Furrball, with the older cat and mouse feeling discomfited.

"You certainly did!", she exclaimed, glaring at the three. "After you left, he asked me to just sit and watch the show, but I made an excuse and got to my home!"

"And why aren't you home?", asked Napoleon, only for Toots to use her finger and smack Napoleon in the head. "Why do you all hit in the head today?!"

"Of course I couldn't let this madness continue, so I snuck out here!", explained the feline. "I even went to ask for Spike's help, but Jerry already talked with him and said that he'd protect his home without asking. That's a man!"

"Maybe you all can learn something from him!"

"Just like in your plan.", said Furrball to Jerry, which got the attention of the gray rat.

"What plan?", asked Napoleon, still in Toots hold, but was cut off by an alarmed scream.

"My bones!", was heard from the rooftop, which made the cats and rodents to turn and see that the bulldog Spike is out of bones to throw at the streetcats.

"Then let's do it the old fashioned way!", he screamed and jumped over, landing right into the felines grasp, and made a ruckus of painful sounds, but stopped as soon as it began.

"Did he won?", asked Napoleon, only for Spike to come back to the backyard beaten up and falling to the ground, much to the horror of the five.

"Are you alright?!", gasped Furrball, rushing to the collapsed dog's side, with the others soon following after.

"Don't tell me that he got beat up by those cats!", exclaimed the rat, as from behind them, the alleycats rushed from the front and started to surround them, with Butch making his way to them. "Great... And the bad guy arrives!"

"I don't deny that, rat.", stated the black cat with a gleeful smile, "At least it's better from where I'm standing compared to you all!", which made all five of them gulp.

"C-Can't we talk over this!", stuttered Furrball, as Butch grabbed him.

"Let him go, Butchy!", shouted Toots, being stopped by Tom from going further.

"Sorry babe, but I have some beef with Tom Jr over here!", he said, staring menacingly at the young cat in his grasp, "Before, I didn't care who or why are you here, but after that 'last wish' thing you pulled on me, I really want to teach you a lesson about not messing with an alleycat, kid!", and prepared to raise his fist, but as fear overwhelmed him, Furrball looked up. He saw 'something', which made him grin.

"You forget one thing!", shouted the young cat, which made Butch raise his eyebrows at this change in his mood from few seconds ago.

"And what would that be, brat?!", and the young feline only response, was pointing with his index finger up.

"Huh?", uttered Butch, and raised his head up, looking at the sky. And in the sky there was something, it was a plane flying from above, cyrcling in their direction.

From the plane jumped someone!

"What in the... ?!", but, what was even more strange was the fact that the one that jumped somehow began to look like a comet! A green comet about to hit them!