Badger stopped.
The others stopped behind him.
"We're under the closet floor," said Badger.
They listened to the noise above.
The cheering sounded like thunder.
All the Wild-Wooders were shouting.
"A lot of weasels are up there," said Mole.
"Ferrets too," said Rat.
Above their heads was a square door.
"Now—all together!" said Badger.
They pushed on the door, and it flew open.
One by one, the friends climbed up.
"Well, we made it," said Rat.
"We're inside my closet," said Toad.
The enemy was on the other side of the door.
Suddenly the Wild-Wooders were quiet.
"I would like to praise good old Toad!" said a voice.
All the weasels laughed.
"His beds are very warm!" said the voice.
The ferrets yelled happily.
"His food tastes very good!" said a voice.
The Wild-Wooders stamped their feet.
"Let's go in there!" said Toad angrily.
"Shhh!" said Badger, holding Toad.
"Now let's sing a song for Toad!" said a voice.
He drove too fast,
His fun didn't last.
Now Toady sits in jail!
Everyone clapped and sang.
Badger gripped his club hard.
"Get ready!" he said.
The friends burst through the door.