The cat, busy scurrying away, gets hit with the water and goes tail-over-head into the street. It was stunned for the moment, but would likely get back up soon.

As for Scrooge, he was quickly recovering from the magic. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up and around, a growl in his throat.

"Aye I'm alright, but that mangy thief won't be once I catch him!" There it is. Rolling up one sleeve, Scrooge started limping toward it, peg leg landing heavily with the anger of his step.