Basil and his partner David Dawson were on a road trip together. In London, there was trouble in a factory that the two have to travel all the way to Germany to order more gas for their automobiles. For now, they are in a motel resting for the night that Basil was pacing the room while Dawson stood looking at Basil.
"Why are you so angry?" Dawson asked
"Do you have to ask?" said Basil outraged. "We've lost our wagon thanks to a bee you wanted to save, we haven't made one sale for parts, and London is shutting down. The guy who should care about this, you, doesn't."
"But Basil. I could use the help from you. I care about it."
"Just by lighting little carriages on fire and smart talking to the employers?"
They went to one client but each one they went to all of them said "no".
Dawson thought took it optimistically. "Okey dokey. Gotcha thanks. Terrific! Thanks for your time." Basil was embarrassed.
Basil went to sit on the couch while he said, "Your father was the head of the operations before he died. I've had enough having to work with you."
Dawson was offended that he looked to Basil upset. Next to him, he noticed Basil's coat on the chair.
"Basil, is this your coat?" said Dawson while he put the coat on.
"Don't do it," Basil scolded him while Dawson started to laugh.
"Fat guy in a little coat, fat guy in a little coat.
"Don't."
Dawson started to sing along and dance while wearing Basil's coat. "Fat guy in a little coat, fat guy in a little coat."
"Take if off, Dawson. I'm serious."
"Basil, what's happening?"
Dawson leaned over that the coat ripped from the back.
"Uh, oh."
Basil hung his head while Dawson smiled to him, laughingly.