Next, Fidget was shwon carrying Olivia towards a bottle, lying on its side. Olivia: Stop! Let me go! You ugly old thing! Fidget pushes her inside and puts the cork in the bottle. Fidget: That ought to hold ya! Olivia get in the green bottle by the cork. Olivia: (Shouts) Help! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!! Fidget: See how you like that! He blows her raspberry, then strides away towards Ratigan, who is looking through the bag. Ratigan: Ah, the uniforms. Oh Fidget, I knew I could rely on you. Now, you didn't forget anything? Fidget: (Cackles) No problem. I took care of everything. Everything on the list.