Streamers, pinwheels, colours of every kind flooded the venerable home of Toadmouth Hoggington, flippers placed confidently in the highest pockets of this magistrate’s technicolor petticoat.

It was bedtime, and Toastbreath liked inordinately inappropriate public displays, expressions, and proclamations of dreamy glory twice a night before bed.

Hopping into his four mouse power Onion Carriage, Toadmouth so began his nightly rendezvous.

Bonanza abound, Toastbreath was comfily carried by four yodeling possums atop his sinfully delectable mattress.

The head mouse was not the best carriage driver, but not the worst.

The four possums were not the best mattress carriers, and definitely the worst.