Well if his day didn't get any stranger/better. Not often you saw a doll that talked, much less one with an American accent. The rat offered a hand to the doll, a cocky grin plastered on his face. Felicia curls round Ratigan, watching expectantly.

"I assume a toy of this design must be the brainchild of the toymaker Flavisham. How rude of me: Professor Ratigan at your service."

He still had a modicum of class and respectability left.