His arms tied to the back of the chair, Frog awaited his execution by the Cat in the Hat and his merciless thing-thugs.
"I gotta say, Frog, you put up more of a fight than I thought you could. Too bad it was all for nothing. Say hi to your friend Toad for me."
With the gun pointed to his head, Frog knew this headgear obsessed feline would be his last sight. But still, he clung to some hope. "God, I know I'm not much a praying frog, but if you're out there, I could really use a miracle about now."
The Cat jumped back, obviously not expecting anyone to intrude on his affairs. After regaining his composure, the Cat took a moment to analyze the hulking red figure that had entered.
"Well well well, if it isn't Clifford. Or, should I say, 'Biff-ord'?"
"Neither. It's Killford now."
"Don't make me laugh. Two, go get-" he only then noticed the bodies of One and Two, and barely had time to look up before Clifford was right in front of him. The last sight the Cat ever saw was Clifford's paw shooting off of his arm, rocketing toward him.
Frog expected an explanation from the dog who had just untied and freed him, but as Clifford walked away, the only thing Frog heard was "still not strong enough."
