So, Remember, Martin Brisby.... PLAY, NICE...!

*Piglet: It was time to give Martin Brisby the shock of his life!
*Skunk: I'm talkin' to you, Martin Brisby. We don't like being blown up, or smash, or ripped apart.
*Martin: We?
*Skunk: That's right. "We", Your toon friends. You must take good care of your toon friends. If you don't, we'll find out. We toons can see everything. (whisper tone) So, remember, Martin... (spooky tone) PLAY, NICE...!
*'Martin: (screams in terror as he runs back inside)
*Skunk: We did it! You guys were great! Oliver! We gotta get you out of there!
*Oliver: No problem!
*Piglet: Oliver was free! But there is no time to celebrate, he and Skunk had a moving van to catch.