Prison Guard:
Being as it's Christmas, you're allowed a visitor. Your grandma's here.
Mr. Toad:
[confused]
Grandma?
[a tall figure in a pink dress and a veiled cap glides into Toad's cell]
Cyril Proudbottom:
Merry Christmas, sonny! Granny wouldn't forget her little Toady boy!
[the figure lifts the veil. It's Cyril]
Mr. Toad:
Cyril?
Cyril Proudbottom:
Shhhh!
[the guard closes the door. Toad sinks into a sitting position, buries his face in his hands and sobs]
Mr. Toad:
Oh, Cyril!
Cyril Proudbottom:
Look, Christmas gift.
[He presents a small pink dress and off-white cap identical to the one he's wearing, draped over his hoof]
Mr. Toad:
W... w-w-what is it?
Cyril Proudbottom:
Don't you get it? A disguise. Now all you've got to do is...
[he puts the dress and cap on Toad]
Cyril Proudbottom:
... you just put on this natty little costume and...
[he whispers in Toad's ear what to do; Toad smiles and his eyes go wild as he listens]
Narrator:
Alas, the good intentions. Toad was incurable. One whispered word, and all his high resolve vanished in the mad whirl of this new adventure, this new mania: escape!
[the next scene shows Toad breaking jail]
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