The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad Page #4

and the abode of Toad for a

good many Christmases to come.

Poor Toad. Alone with

memories of his wasted life.

What a fool he'd been!

With many a pang he recalled the

kindly face of Angus MacBadger,

and his sage advice,

so often scorned.

A tear for Moley, too, for his

loyalty, sympathy, understanding.

Toad wept for Rat, and all those

little lectures so often laughed at.

Yes, within the dark confines

of his miserable cell,

a new Toad was born. A reformed

Toad, a repentant Toad.

In a flood of remorse, he

vowed to forsake the follies

of the Primrose path.

Never again would he give way

to those mad, foolish manias

that had brought him

to this sorry end.

As it's Christmas, you're

allowed a visitor.

- Your grandma's here.

- Grandma?

Merry Christmas, sonny!

Granny wouldn't forget

her little Toady boy!

Look, Christmas gift.

- What is it?

- Don't you get it?

A disguise.

All you've got to do is put on

this natty little costume and...

Alas for 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!

Toad's escaped!

Halt!

Good evening, ma'am.

Good evening to you, Officer.

We're merrily, merrily, merrily...

Begging your pardon, but you...

You fellows, do you see him?

Gad, what perfectly ripping luck!

Trap Toad, would they?

Never!

- There he goes!

- Where?

Over there!

Blockheads! Let them

scour the countryside.

Once more, J Thaddeus

Toad had the last laugh.

That Christmas Eve,

along the riverbank,

the name of Toad was

banned from conversation,

lest the memory of his disgrace

becloud the merriment of the season.

Yet there was one home, at

least, in which two loyal hearts

still held the warmth

of Christian charity.

Bless this good food

we are about to enjoy.

Bless us, every one.

And... bless poor Toad.

And may he get time off

for good behaviour.

Why, it's a poor old lady.

Let's take her over by the fire.

What are you doing here?

I was just sort of...

Well, this is a merry Christmas!

But... aren't you

afraid of the police?

Afraid of the police?

I, Toad, afraid of the police?

- Open up, I say!

- The police!

Hide me, Ratty!

Sorry, but you owe

a debt to society.

And you've got to pay.

Mole, let them in.

But, Ratty, don't

you think, maybe...

Open the door!

- MacBadger!

- Hi, lads!

I've just made a very

important discovery.

Toad Hall is ablaze with lights

and in possession of

a pack of weasels.

And the leader of the gang

is none other than Mr...

Winky!

Hip, hip...

Hooray!

And so, you see,

he did trade Toad Hall

for the motorcar!

- Toad was innocent all the time.

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