Brainley is dazed. His hat is missing.

Brainley: Where...who...wha?

Dobbsdale: Easy there. You've had quite a tumble. Thankfully those cats that were attacking you seem to have run off chasing a rodent.

Brainley: A rodent? What year is this?

Dobbsale: Why, 1808 of course.

Brainley: Then it worked! I'm a genius!

Dobbsdale pulls out the now very battered timehat.

Dobbsdale: What worked? Oh, by the way, I found your hat. I'm afraid it's been crushed.

Brainley: Oh no! I knew I should have added anti-cat crumple zones.