Heathcliff has a lot of ways to get around town. And everyone in town seems perfectly fine with whichever mode of transport he chooses.
Oh, I guess he doesn’t. Clio (Heathcliff’s boo) has very selectively-concerned owners. They’re concerned that he brings back their cat, that he leaves before they’re sick of him and that he’s a gentleman. Yet, somehow, they’re entirely unconcerned about where he got that monster truck or hot air balloon.
Why does your cat have money to bet with in the first place? Also, you’re fine with letting your cat enslave Grandpa but not with money being bet? And what the hell were they betting on? Plus, he’s not even going anywhere, they’re just walking around the yard.
This makes no sense. That’ll show those dogs! Step on the signs that warn people that they’re there, so they can bite more people. Also, that’s weird that those people are concerned about the destroyed sign but not the sign destroyer, a damn elephant. Where the hell does he keep this elephant?
How many animal-cars does Heathcliff have? Or is there some type of animal-share in the town of Westfinster, where people can check out various animals to ride. It’s certainly more environmentally friendly than, say, a monster truck.