When Gilbert woke up again, he found the goldfish tank in front of him, its inhabitant swimming in circles. Rising to his paws and shaking himself, he found that his victory was so close, he could nearly taste it...literally. The only thing that stood in his way was the lid that kept the fish from him.

Carefully lining his claws up with the line, Gilbert tried to pry the lid open. Emphasis on "tried". He had nearly broken a claw trying to separate it from the rest of the tank. Well, that was certainly on tight! Looks like he would need to find something with more power to help him.

Searching through Caillou's toybox wasn't much help, and there was nothing in his parents' or Rosie's room that would do the job either. Think, Gilbert, think!

Gilbert brushed his tail against his growling stomach, he realized he couldn't. He was far too hungry. Should he just give up the fish he planned to use for his tiny feast for a bland, barely filling bowl of pellets?

Ears flattened, he slowly walked from the room, his pawsteps light.

Looking down into his food bowl, Gilbert shuddered at the sharp smell. He couldn't eat it. He just couldn't. But...he was so hungry...

Wait! A glimmer caught his eye! The sun through the window was shining on the garage doorknob. Perhaps there was still hope yet!

Scrunching up beneath the knob, he bent his knees and leapt to his hind feet.

Bonk!

Ouch! That hit him on the head hard! Shaking it, he decided to try again. Standing up a bit slower, trekking his front paws up the door, he managed to touch it, but oh! The round shape was so slippery he just, he simply couldn't get it to turn! Poo!

Creak...

Wait, what was this? The door wasn't all the way closed! Perhaps...if he just managed to reach his paw under there...oh, yes! He got it! Now, just to carefully pull back...huzzah! The door is now open! Holding his head up proudly, he trotted down the small set of stairs. The only light came from the sunlight that peeked through the edges of the garage door, but with Gilbert's feline night-vision, a little bit of light was all he needed. All the better since there were no cars in the garage; nothing could stop him from reaching Caillou's father's tool wall! Surely something there would help him!

Let's see...there was a wrench, a hammer...a few pairs of pliers, a couple rolls of duct tape, various screwdrivers...aha, what was this? A crowbar! Perfect! Now, all he needed to do was get it down from its spot.

Gripping the curved metal bar between his teeth, Gilbert moved his head from side to side, trying to loosen it from the hook that kept it in its place, one of the screwdrivers slipped free and hit him in the rump! Ouch! Nevertheless, he was still determined to get it down. Moving it in the other direction, a roll of duct tape plunked itself onto Gilbert's head. That didn't hurt as much, but that was certainly annoying. Shaking himself free of it, he paced back and forth, trying to get it free, but only the rest of the tools were falling one by one, either hitting him or barely missing him.

Suddenly getting an idea, he jumped up and lifted his head simultaneously. That did the trick! He now had a crowbar in his possession.

Creaaak…

Uh-oh.

Gilbert tried to run, but it was too late: the empty tool wall fell down on him.