Cutting to the next scene...
"Meow..." uttered Furrball, reaching to his hurting head. He remember that he was hit and out of commission, all because of a mean pink canary and her angry mob! Neverminding his hunger, he scanned his surroundings, because there he was standing in a mountain of garbage.
One question rose to his mind... Where he was? The city dump? How long it's been? IS he still hunted by angry people? ...And why it smells like salt and fish?
CAW!*
CAW!*
Turning his head, next to Furrball a large stork of seaghulls descended on the mountain of trashes, soon feasting upon it. Thankfully they seemed too busy to pay any attention to the blue feline, giving him the chance to subtly slip away.
After a few steps out of the mountain of trashes, Furrball couldn't believe his eyes, He found himself standing on a pier overlooking the sparkling ocean. The salty sea breeze carried the scent of fish, but it wasn't unpleasant, it made him drool. To his left, he saw a bustling city in the distance, and to his right, a small boat bobbed up and down in the water.
"I was not the smartest cat in the world, but even I knew that somehow I ended up in another city, one unlike Acme Acres."
The blue feline hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He was hungry, tired, and probably very far from home. As he surveyed his surroundings once more, his eyes fell upon the small boat. It was within reach, and it looked in good shape, so he could sail back home?
But then again, he couldn't even know how to drive one to begin with and after Sweetie nasty scheme, many in Acme Acres would hunt him... That leaves only one choice for him.
To go into the city.
Scene change...
As Furrball walked the streets of this unknown city, he couldn't help but gaze in wonder at every sight that greeted him. From the diverse shops to the busy streets with hundreds walking and almost stepping on him, it was obvious that this city was much grander in scale than Acme Acres, but unfortunately with every movement he took, he refelt his hunger resurface.
"Meow," Furrball uttered, clutching his growling stomach. He needs to find something to eat fast. But what can he eat when he doesn't even have any money on him?
Soon, his nose picked up a fresh smell that literally made him run almost as fast as a roadrunner until he arrived at a bakery. Upon entering the bakery, Furrball was greeted by the warm aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. His eyes lit up at the sight of the various goodies displayed in the window. He crept inside, trying not to draw too much attention to himself.
"May I help you, kitty?" a voice said, making the young feline raise his head and meet a giant man with a white apron, chef's hat and curly mustache.
Furrball thought he looked like a kind person and maybe he was willing to give him at least a bite to eat. So, here comes nothing...
"Meow! Meow! Meow!" he uttered, gesturing to himself, his mouth, his stomach, and his empty imaginary pockets hoping that the man would understand his plight.
But, the next moment, his kind face twisted in a raging grimace that made Furrball gulp. "YOU DARE COME INTO MY SHOP AND DEMAND FREE FOOD?!?! ROVER GET THIS UNGRATEFUL CAT OUT!!!"
As the burly chef shouted, a massive rottweiler with sharp teeth and an intimidating presence emerged from behind the counter. Furrball's heart sank, realizing he had made a terrible choice coming here. The dog barreled towards him, teeth bared and muscles tense as he could only run out like a cowardly cat out into the streets.