After what seemed like an endless parade of pastries of all shapes and flavors sliding down his insatiable gullet, the rat finally relinquishes his hold on the massive wolf. Now the size of a small car, the wolf is finally given his freedom. But alas with the impossible heaviness of his new girth, the wolf has no choice but to stay planted to the couch, and face the next phase of the devious rat's plans. Surely not much more could come from this situation at his current state, right?