Gazing down at the blueprints he had drawn up during a long and cold night, Ratchet murmured under his breath, "Beautiful, just beautiful." There was a knock on the door. Huffing since he had lost his train of thought, the English bulldog grumbled, "Come in." Quietly and nervously opening the door to his office, a Dalmatian poked his head in.

"Well?" Ratchet asked, his one paw forming a fist under the table. Clearing his throat, the Dalmatian stammered, his nose quivering with fear, "Uh... sir? The men and I... well, you see... we were wondering... what our next... project was going to... be..." Leaning back in his chair, Ratchet gestured to the blueprints as he prompted, "Take a look."

Gulping, the Dalmatian dared to step closer to the desk. Glancing over at Ratchet, he looked over the blueprints. Ratchet watched him with great intent, left wondering what his reaction would be.

Slowly lifting his gaze from the papers and sketches laying all over his boss's desk, the Dalmatian struggled to find his tongue. Finally finding it, he asked, "How are we going to come up with the money for a project like this?"

"Leave that to me. Just make as many you can," Ratchet answered. The Dalmatian could feel a chill running up his spine when he saw his boss grinning wickedly.