"Or, Ratigan, you could tell me yourself." Basil almost skidded to a stop as he bolted onto the step, putting himself between Woody and the filthy rat in just the right way as to separate that finger from the stich before Ratigan had a chance to sever it.

"We'll have to get that fixed up for you as soon as we're rid of this ruffian," the mouse said to Woody out of the corner of his mouth. "As for you, Ratigan..."

"TOBY!" he called. "COME!"

The sounds of the hound barreling down the hallway to the entrance were immediately audible.