Toad struggled under his friends.
"Get off me!" he screamed.
"You have no right! Help! Help!"
"Hold still, Toad," said Mole.
Finally they got Toad out of his coat and cap.
The goggles and gloves lay on the floor.
"Now stand up, Toad," said Mole.
"You look like yourself again."
Toad calmed down.
In fact, he even giggled a little.
"Toad, you knew we would come," said Badger.
"We warned you!" said Rat.
"You are spending all your money," said Mole.
"But . . . ," said Toad.
"You are getting a bad name," said Badger.
"But . . . ," said Toad.
"The police are always after you," said Rat.
"But . . . ," said Toad.
"You are a terrible driver!" cried Mole.
Toad looked down sadly.
"Toad, we don't think you're bad," said Rat.
"But you must give up your cars," said Badger.
"Then everything will be right again," said Mole.
Badger put his hand on Toad's shoulder.
"Let's go into the next room," he said.
"We won't come out until you make a promise.
You must promise to stop driving."
Badger led Toad into the next room.
He closed the door.
"It's useless," sighed Rat.
"Talking does nothing.
Toad will say anything!"