"And one, two, thr33 --"

There's a comical fwip-sproioioing sound as Nepeta leaps, using Yakko's head and shoulders as a springboard to launch herself directly at the Bahamanal, barbed claws extended like seam-rippers.

"You can move now!" her voice emerges from the ensuing whirl of fabric and dust, amidst shredding and ripping noises.