"Wait" said Misfit "What about the dogs?"
"Oh, yeah the dogs." Liz responded. She concentrated for a second. "Fixed."
Every dog in New Bastville felt itself shrinking. Sharp teeth were replaced by perpetually growing gnawers, and a furry tail shrunk and lost its hair. Claws disappeared, and collars fell to the ground as their erstwhile wearers were reduced to a tiny size. Craving for meat was replaced by a hunger for cheese.
"You turned them into mice?" Cats can't laugh, but Misfit's amusement was palpable. He got up and stretched. "Where are you going?" asked Liz, who was enjoying bathing in the sunlight.
"Mouse hunting." answered Misfit.