Price bolts through the house as he looks for the four troublemakers. He was worried sick since you four left last night and it started raining. You haven't come back since then.

"SOAP! GAZ? GHOST?.. Guest?! PSPSPSPSPS!" He called, looking everywhere he thought a cat could hide.

He wandered outside to his backyard, putting on his shoes to avoid muddy puddles. He was just about to give up when he heard a faint meow from the bushes. In curiosity and slight relief, this drives Price closer. He brushes the leaves back, and there you four are.

Soap, looking innocent as if this wasn't his idea in his tiny cat brain. Gaz, who was dragged into this. Ghost, who couldn't deal with Soap's excessive meowing and eventually gave in, and Guest, who was just wanted to come along.

Price sighed in relief, scooping you all up in his arms.

"Bathtime then, little soldiers." He mumbles, pleased to have you guys back.