In the next scene, we see the angry mob of people chasing Furrball, them only being a few meters away from him, as the young cat runs with all the strength in his little legs he can muster.

He knew that he's not fast enough and that they'd soon get him...

But, he spotted an empty street corner, one that was empty and in such a bad shape no one would try and search for him there. Making sure the angry crowd was away enough, Furrball rushed to the poorly managed corner and using his cat reflexes, he jumped into a nearby dumpster closing the lid.

"Where's that stinky breath?!" shouted Sweetie, just as she and her mob arrived at the crossroad, which leaded into many sections of the area, including the one where Furrball was currently hiding.

"H-Hey, miss bird..." uttered a geeky teenager from the mob, approaching Sweetie."I-If that cat's g-gone, can't we go back to the cinema?"

"NO!" she responded, as she used her tiny wings to grab the poor guy collar, frightening him by the canary change in tone.

"It's a matter of principle, idiot!" as she turned to the crowd, who was nodding at her words.

"If we let him go, who's to say he won't ruin another movie for the people?!"

"YEAH!" shouted the people from the crowd, raising their pitchforks and torches.

"If we let him go, we'll look like we're not true fans of our beloved movies if we let such things go unnoticed!"

"YEAH!" shouted once again in unison the angry crowd.

"We must do this for the safety of our movies!"

"YEAH!"

"We must do this for tradition of going to the movies, even if they cost a lot of money!"

"YEAH!"

"AND I WANT THE LIMITED EDITION POPCORN THAT I CAN ONLY GET IF YOU DUMMIES CHASE THE STUPID CAT ALL ACROSS TOWN!"

"WAIT... WHAT???"

"Oops... I mean, DO IT FOR THE MOVIES! OR THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE STUPID REBOOTS IF THEY DON'T GET GOOD REVIEWS!" shouted Sweetie once again, making the crowd, go wild again in spite of her earlier words.

"B-But this isn't how it works..." tried to say the geek, being completly ignored.

"YEAH!!! NO MORE REBOOTS! NO MORE REBOOTS!" chanted the angry crowd, dispersing in all direction, even the one where our blue feline is hiding.

Soon, a pudgy couple in matching hawaiian red shirts and a tall and imposing man with no hair and black shirt soon arrived at the street corner.

"I say dear, we must find that blue menace or else he will ruin our special movie!" exclaimed the woman, making her husband avert his vision.

"Yes dear..." said the husband, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of returning to the cinema. "What I wouldn't give to watch a five hours european movie about a couple who don't even realize they're already a couple and till the very end keep saying they are not one. Haha..."

"Yes, dear!" exclaimed the woman, "That's why we must stop that mean feline! Oh...", and turned to the tall imposing man that's beginning to search through the nearby trash cans. "And what movie were you waiting in line to go to, mister?"

"..."

"Oh, are you not the talking type?" she asked, being ignored by him. "Alright! Since the three of us meet in such circumstances, I propose that we get to know each other!"

"My name is Gretchen and this is my husband Greg!" said the woman introducing herself and her husband, the latter being careful around their partner who doesn't look like the friendly type. "We came here from Florida to watch the premiere of a super romantic foreign movie for our special honeymoon!"

"What about you?"

"Crusher." said the bald man, ignoring the couple, while he was getting closer and closer to the hiding spot of Furrball.

"Pardon?"

"My name." he stated, ignoring Gretchen.

"What a peculiar name. I don't think I've heard of parents naming their children like this?"

"Not true name. Prison nickname. Better." said Crusher, still ignoring the woman, but his last response certainly made Greg afraid of him.

"P-Prison... !" uttered Greg, shaking afraid.

"What did you do to go to such place, Mr. Crusher?" asked Gretchen, oblivious to her husband frightened state.

"D-Dear... I don't think Mr. Crusher would like to speak about such things... M-Maybe we should focus on finding the blue cat?" proposed Greg, not wanting for his wife to anger the man.

"Nonsense, dear!" replied Gretchen. "Mr. Crusher shouldn't let such things interfere in our process of becoming friends!"

"Now, would you be kind and tell us why you were sent to prison?"

"Fine." responded Crusher, just as he was about to open the dumpster were Furrball was hiding, turning around and facing the couple.

"Too violent. Happy?" he responded and turned to the dumpster about to open it, but was interrupted by Gretchen.

"No no no, Mr. Crusher! That's not a good answer!"

"D-Dear, I think you're making him uncomfortable. The cat's nowhere to be seen, so why don't we return to the cinema and go to see the movie?" pleaded Greg, taking his wife hand, preferring boredom over this. "I'll even pay for the extra extra cheesy and mega expensive popcorn you always complain I never buy!"

"True, it doesn't seem to be any cat nearby." complained Gretchen. "And I knew that after 10 years of marriage you'll finally buy me that rare popcorn!"

"Now, Mr. Crusher, won't you like to come with us?" proposed Gretchen, making her husband pale.

"Why?" asked Crusher, as he opened the lid to Furrball's hiding place, with the blue feline clutching himself in fear, but the tall man didn't even notice him.

"But, it's obvious! The three of us had a tough time, so why don't we go and watch the movie together!" offered Gretchen, actually making the bald man think about it.

"We'll even pay for your ticket and food!~" which didn't take long after these words. Making Crusher smile like a child and closing the dumpster lid without noticing Furrball and going with the couple back to the cinema.

After a few seconds, the blue feline hesistantly emerges from the dumpster, still fearful that there are other people. He took a look around, but didn't spot anyone nearby, making him wipe a sweat of his furry forehead in relief.

But, misfortune is always unpredictable, especially for Furrball, because he hears a pair of footsteps closing by! Thinking they were others that wanted to get him, he dug back into the dumpster, just as the figures revealed themselves.

They were just two average garbage men with features hard to make out, but that wasn't important, because after all what is their main job?

The two began to take the cans and soon a garbage truck drove in their direction, turning it's back at them to deposit the trash.

This soon became a motion as they took trash cans and deposited them in the back, then leave the empty cans where they took them and once more. Until finally they reached to move the dumpster where Furrball was hiding.

Inside, the young cat began to panic, because he felt the dumpster was moving. He was worried the angry crowd found him and are trying to scare him to get out...

As the lid was opened and the young feline was gazing upon a bright light, one that was appeared as quick and gone, revealing a heap of trash and him hitting it, soon being knocked in the head by a bowling ball and losing consciousness.

"Weird... who'd throw away a bowling ball in the garbage?" asked one of the men, not noticing the knocked out feline among the garbage.

"People that think everything can be thrown away, my friend." responded the other man to his partner, as they finished their job and prepare to move.

"...It wasn't one of my best moments, kinda like that time when you lost your locket Fifi... but I was a lonely cat during that time, one that wasn't even brave enough to talk, especially when I was desperate to get Sweetie..."

Soon the background changes, to the place where our blue feline is headed and where things are truly beginning to set in motion...