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The Last Bat - Chapter 7
Fidget loved visiting his family very much, but it was all different for him. If only his parents will return to London now that it was safe and Ratigan was confirmed gone. Fidget had also enjoyed bonding with other bats, but other times, he needed a break. So, he sat on the bench in the rain. Next to him sat a boy mouse that reminded him so much of Olivia, Fievel Mousekewitz.
“Hi,” Fievel said, deciding to start a conversation with the bat.
“Hi, kid,” Fidget said, “What’s your name?”
“Fievel Mousekewitz,” the boy mouse replied.
“Nice to meet you, Fievel, my name is Fidget.”
“What’s the matter, Fidget?” Fievel inquired.
“Oh, I worked for some mean rat, Professor Ratigan in the past, who threatened to feed me to his cat, Felicia if I hadn’t obeyed his orders.”
“Hey, we’ve known some bad rats and cats, too!” Fievel said with astonishment.
“You have?” Fidget&
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 44
The muscular Lenape mouse lowered his axe over the stone one last time, and finally, the chains on Cholena's handcuffs broke. She moved her arms, relieved to have her hands in front of her, but that relief was only for an instant, as she stared on at her father. Chief Wulisso sat in front of the bead tapestry depicting the history of the Lenape mice; their greatest treasure. He hadn't spoken for quite some time.
"Chief, I have freed her from her bindings," the mouse said, in the Lenape language.
"Be gone then," the Chief replied, his eyes closed, resenting being drawn out of his trance.
The mouse nodded, and left the tent.
"Father," Cholena began.
"I require your silence," he answered.
She looked to him sadly, and then to the intricate bead tapestry that chronicled the history of the Lenape mice; how they were at peace with the human Lenape before the Europeans drove them underground. What must it have been like to be a Lenape mouse in those times? To be told you could never see the
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 49
Basil made his way through the dank, dripping tunnels beneath New York City, in search of his old friend. Remembering his trip down the sewer some four years prior, he was sure to enter the manhole at a point after the part with the deep chasm and that lizard-like carnivorous creature which certainly still needed to be identified by science. He couldn't be sure if a police officer was following him, but, it was a chance he had to take.
Basil remembered well the underground caves leading to the Mott Street Maulers hideout, even the graffiti on the walls reading "No Dogs Allowed". Not certain who would be around, he kept close to the wall, and peered around the corner. To his surprise, the hideout seemed empty. Where were they? Was this a trap?
No…it wasn't empty. Basil could hear the sound of a raspy voice, humming a song. And then his eyes detected movement.
"Heh heh, no way I'm leaving empty winged," same the voice of Fidget, who was busy filling a bag with coins, near where War
A Great Mouse Surprise!
A Great Mouse Surprise!
Basil of Baker Street looked up from his newspaper, reading another report by his beloved girlfriend, Nellie Brie, Reporter of The Daily Nibbler. He sniffed the air as a mysterious smell was wafting through the entire room. There had also been some strange noises in the hallway, and the front door had been opened and closed an unusual number of times.
"That doesn't smell like Mrs Judson's usual tea," Basil muttered grimly. "I sense there's trouble afoot........."
He hurried to the kitchen where his housekeeper, Mrs Judson, was standing near the oven.
"Er - what is it, Mr Basil?" she asked immediately.
Basil narrowed his eyes. Was it his imagination, or did she have a guilty expression on her face? Just then, he noticed a dab of a mysterious blue substance on the counter.
"Nothing," Basil told Mrs Judson, quickly wiping up the substance. "Nothing at all."
He retreated to his study, his mind churn
Basil and Nellie Chapter 1
Disclaimer 1: I do not own "The Great Mouse Detective" or its characters. They are property of the Walt Disney Company, Eve Titus and their associates.
Disclaimer 2: I do not own "An American Tail" or its characters. They are property of Universal Studios, Don Bluth and their associates.
Disclaimer 3: I do not own the original idea for this story. That belongs to Masked Bard and his "Basil's American Tails" trilogy. Furthermore, credit goes to Masked Bard for inspiring me to write this fanfic.
"Basil and Nellie"
It was 1898, exactly one year after Basil of Baker Street and his assistant, Dr. David Q. Dawson, had stopped the notorious Professor James Ratigan from attempting to overthrow the Queen of England. The two mice were hailed as heroes throughout London and were even knighted by the Queen of England. Furthermore, it was believed that Professor Ratigan was dead after falling from Big Ben clock tower while trying to kill Basil fo
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Josh stared in amazement at Jonathan Brisby, unable to believe his eyes. Ever since his visit to Thorn Valley, he, like his friends, believed Elizabeth's husband to have been killed by the Exiles, who sought to steal the Stone from him. To discover that Jonathan was still alive after all these years, in Exile captivity, was beyond belief. Why would these brutish, cannibalistic ruffians spare him if they'd gotten what they wanted? He suddenly felt a wave of shame and embarrassment sweep over him; he had been courting Elizabeth, not realising her husband was actually still alive!
Meanwhile, Jonathan was staring at this unexpected newcomer his captors had dragged in looking as if he had been nailed to the floor, his face blank with amazement. Josh couldn't blame him; how often did the rodent inhabitants of this strange planet see a real flesh-and-blood human, the greatest taboo in their religion, standing before them? Blimey, I do hope he doesn't sh
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 48
Cat R. Waul led his Cactus Cat Gang into Central Park. Behind him were Sweet William, Slim, "Earless" Poultroon, along with One-Eye and Frenchy. The cats carried clubs, slingshots, knives, and other weapons. Chula was perched on Waul's shoulder, and they were followed by crowds of uptown cats. They marched down the cement pathway into a grassy clearing. Madame Mousey was there; only to watch with her canine subjects.
"Best of luck to you Waul," she said with a fake grin; it was known full well who she would rather win this duel after Waul's attempt to claim the life of Nellie Brie.
"Make sure we're not walking into an ambush," Waul said to the others, who checked the nearby bushes and trees. All seemed clear.
Across the clearing, a figure in a top hat and a long red coat stepped out from behind a tree, a cigar in his mouth, a gold fang glinting in the sun. Warren T. Cat. His Mott Street Maulers emerged from the bushes, all wielding clubs, slingshots and knives, the weapons they'd al
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 47
Lone Woof sat in a cell with his other council members, awaiting his fate. He knew that if he wasn't adopted by a human at the end of the week, he would be euthanized. That was the fate of dogs that made it into the city pound. And if you weren't a cute young puppy the chances of you being adopted was slim at best. He heaved a sigh, sitting down in the cell, before hearing a small pitter patter of footsteps coming down the hallway. His ears perked up, and he saw Nellie Brie, followed by a very tall mouse who was covered up in a hooded buckskin cloak. He at once knew who it was.
"Wulisso? And Nellie?"
"Indeed, it's us," she said.
"Many greetings, Lone Woof," said Chief Wulisso.
"You're above the surface," he remarked.
"The Upper-Worlders know too much. My tribe is moving. But I thank you for the years you kept us a secret. Now I wish to repay your kindness."
"You're here to bust us free?"
"Yes we are," said Nellie, "Trust me, I would have done this sooner if I'd known what had happened.
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 46
Nellie and Chief Wulisso searched the abandoned Lenape village for sighs of Catherine, but found nothing.
"She is gone," said the Chief, "So too is the bat."
"But if she didn't use the same entrance as us, how did they escape?"
"You came in through the secret pipe, yes?" the Chief answered, "It is possible to climb back up. What I wonder, is why she would escape with that fiendish bat."
"I haven't a clue," said Nellie, "I…well I haven't known her for very long at all, but I don't like to think she'd betray us…"
"She, mother of Quinn, wished to free the bat and tell Quinn of our escape?"
"No, that can't be right…" Nellie thought hard for some other explanation, "She seemed genuinely troubled by the plight of your people, I could see it."
"What other reason could she have?"
"I don't know, maybe she wanted to speak to Quinn to try and stop him. Perhaps to tell him she's his mother."
"That is the optimistic explanation," said the Chief, "But perhaps we must prepare for th
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 45
Deep in the catacombs of Beach's abandoned Pneumatic Railway, a solitary brick in the wall of the tunnel moved, and was pushed forward. Finally, it slipped out of the wall and fell to the ground; having been pushed down by several muscular Lenape mice.
"We are here," Chief Wulisso declared, being the first to jump down to the ground, "The lair of the steel snake."
"Yes but doesn't this open up to the middle of the city?" Fievel asked.
"We will not exit through the main entrance," said the Chief.
The mice all took turns hopping down to the ground from a safe height.
"We will need transportation to get to the island," Wulisso said to Nellie, "Do you have any idea how this may be accomplished?"
"I suppose you'll need to stow away on a human boat," Nellie answered, "It will take time to plan it out, get you on the right ship and try to do so without your tribe being seen."
"Time you do not have," Wulisso assumed.
"Afraid so," Nellie replied, "Will you be okay down here?"
"At least we wi
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 43
Cholena darted down the last flight of stairs, turning heads in the lobby, other mice startled to see a handcuffed young girl running for her life after having seen the police enter earlier. She opened the front doors by ramming her shoulder into them.
"Wait! Spasir!" came the call of Vartan as he ran after her. But she was already out the door.
Vartan, already getting a black eye from Quinn's punch, ran down after Cholena. The police mouse sent after them was still running down the stairs.
Nellie was in the process of climbing down the tree when she saw Cholena emerge from the apartment building. She discarded her fake beard and climbed down the bark faster.
"Cholena!" she called out.
Cholena's ears perked up, and she turned to the tree, seeing Nellie climbing down. She ran toward her, just as Vartan was exiting the building.
"The police are coming!" Vartan shouted.
Nellie made it to the bottom, and Cholena reached her. They turned their attention to Vartan, who finally made it over t
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 42
Early that morning, as Gussie Mausheimer slept on the couch and Vartan curled up to sleep on an armchair, Nellie and Basil pored over Reed's notes from the meeting the night before, getting no sleep whatsoever. As happy as they were to be reunited, they couldn't afford to celebrate. Quinn's plan to flood out the Lenape was going to unfold in less than 24 hours.
"We still need to warn them," said Nellie, after a long but fruitless discussion on how they might be able to prevent the flooding, "If we fail, they could all die. We need someone to evacuate them while we do the rest. Then if we do fail to stop Quinn, at least no one will die."
"The main entrance is collapsed," said Basil, "But I think you'll remember an alternate one we were taken after we returned Hakan home the first time."
"The sewer pipe. Yes, I do remember that. Not particularly fondly, mind you, but that should do. But do you remember exactly where that pipe was?"
Basil rubbed his temples.
"It wasn't far from the pit wi
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 41
When morning broke, Cholena's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and stretched, looking over at Tanya who was sleeping beside her. Tanya slept in a lot, being up late most nights. Although Cholena often stayed up just as late, she enjoyed being awake to stare out the bedroom window as the sun rose over the tall buildings. A sight she always dreamed of seeing when she was little, and something she never tired of. To feel the rays of sunlight on her face was a blessing from the spirits. Wearing one of Tanya's extra night gowns, she got on her knees and rested her arms on the window sill above the bed, smiling and looking at the view. If Tanya weren't sleeping, she might have begun singing "Anywhere in Your Dreams" to herself.
Once satisfied, Cholena climbed out of bed, and opened the door, seeing Catherine laying on the couch. She looked to be awake though, and she turned her head toward Cholena.
"Oh, good morning Cholena," Catherine said.
"Good morning," Cholena replied, coming closer, "Ho
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 40
At around half-past midnight, as Basil was reading more back issues of the Daily Nibbler from cover-to-cover for clues, Reed Daley opened his front door.
Basil looked up from the paper, sipping some coffee, "Ah yes, you're back. What do you have to report?"
"They know where Nellie is, and they're going to send one of their thugs to kill her. Not only that but tomorrow night they're going to flood the Lenape hideout."
Basil blinked for a moment; letting his mind comprehend the information he had just been given. He then got up from his chair and rushed to the coat rack near the door to take his hat and coat.
"I'll go get Nellie, and we'll warn the Lenape ahead of time."
He headed for the door and opened it, determined to see Nellie again.
"Aren't you going to wait for me to tell you where Nellie is?"
Basil stopped, "I expected you to tell me on the way, but, why not tell me now and get it over with?"
Reed sighed, "Apparently she's staying with Gussie Mausheimer. She lives just
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 39
Earlier that day, a gentlemouse in a top hat and a thick beard approached the entrance to the Museum of Natural History. This gentlemouse, of course, was none other than Basil of Baker Street in a cunning disguise. Reed Daley had warned him to stay indoors for now, but Basil couldn't just sit idly by with his dearest friend Dawson imprisoned, and his love Nellie Brie at risk, and the son of his arch-enemy causing havoc. He needed answers. As of late he'd been reading through old back issues of The Daily Nibbler for any information he could find about Quinn's allies. He found the incident with the Lenape girl and the angry mob that tried to capture her of particular interest. By finding more about the past, he could perhaps predict the next move Quinn would make. Basil presumed Ratigan must have done the very same research before laying out his son's plans in the will.
Basil knocked on the door. In a few moments, the museum's director opened it.
"Yes sir? The museum's closed at the mome
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 38
"I lose my way, no one cares. The things I say, no one hears. My world it seems, is a world of dreams…"
Tanya relished in the spotlight during her solo musical number, one she'd convinced the director to insert into the play near the end of the first act, where her character wistfully longs for her crush Ichobod Crane to confess his love to her. As always, her audience paid rapt attention, captivated by her singing. She hoped that maybe if enough mice took notice of her singing ability she could go into a singing career along with acting, as that was her real passion.
And as per usual most nights, Quinn had stopped in to watch her performance from the audience. He had a meeting with his business partners at the Mott Street Mauler's hideout at 11pm, just after the play ended. He had other reasons for attending though. He needed to make sure that he and Tanya were on the same page. She knew about his father's will, and Gussie Mausheimer wanted that information. The two of them seem
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 37
There was a knock at the door to Quinn's office.
"Yes?" Quinn answered, signing off on a proposal to provide more police protection at the Castle Garden marketplace against cat attacks, though knowing full well that Warren's gang and the police had an agreement on how many mice they were allowed to take from that area.
His secretary answered the door, "There's a haggard, damp lizard with burn marks on his clothing to see you."
"This job," he sighed, "Send him in."
A few moments later Bill entered the room. He was indeed soaked after swimming through the water fountain to escape into Central Park; however that had felt wonderful after the burns he received from the hot coals.
"Quinn, we found the Indians!"
"What?" Quinn stood up from his chair.
"I was with Fidget and Chula, we saw Nellie Brie talking to these two guys Fidget and Chula knew…one of them was the toymaker. You know, Flaversham."
"He's here, in New York? Probably after his brat. Tell me you didn't lose track of Nellie
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 36
Horse hooves clopped against the cobblestone streets in uptown New York. The streets were lined with large, wealthy homes, a far cry from downtown or the poorer neighborhoods. Nellie had never been fortunate enough to live in these parts when she was a star reporter, but she never felt the need for a large home anyway. Vartan had only been here with Nellie on reports.
"Gussie's home is right on the corner," Nellie said, as they walked along the sidewalk.
Vartan nodded, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.
"You going to make it?"
"Ayo…I'll be alright," he said with a yawn.
"We need to get some coffee somewhere," Nellie said with a light chuckle.
They walked up to a posh Victorian home, without much in the way of a front yard, but there was a small lawn with some bushes under the first floor windows. Under a bush beside the front door was a smaller door, for mice. Nellie walked up to it, and knocked. After a few moments, a butler answered.
"Mausheimer residence, who may I ask are you?"
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 35
A stone door slid open at the base of a statue in Central Park. Nellie Brie and Vartan stepped out into the morning light, both fatigued and squinting after coming out of the dark. It had taken a few hours to get down to the Lenape hideout, drop Fievel and Olivia off and come back up again.
"Ready for the next stage of our plan?" Nellie asked.
"As ready as I can be vith no sleep," Vartan replied.
"Get ready to swim again," Nellie said.
Vartan nodded, and they hopped in, swimming toward the other side. As they made it over the wall and jumped down, they saw two mice walking down the path some distance ahead.
Vartan grabbed his sketch book, which he'd left on the ground in front of the fountain so it wouldn't get wet and covered up with his vest, and ran toward the nearest bush with Nellie. As the two mice got closer however, they began to look familiar.
"It's in the middle of a fountain?" Hiram asked angrily, "How do ye suppose we swim across without messin' up the map?"
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 34
Reed Daley made his way down Hester Street toward Tammany Hall with Mr. Grasping, one owner of the Cheese Factory. Another meeting had been called to discuss the mayor's next order of business. It was to be Mr. Daley's first meeting as a double-agent; Basil had provided him instructions on what to listen for and observe while in the Mayor's office, under the guise of taking notes for his next newspaper article. For once Reed was just glad the meeting wasn't being held in that putrid sewer. It seemed none of the cats needed to be in attendance for this.
As they approached the building and entered through the room in which wakes were often held they were joined by the chief of police, Officer Bellingham.
"I hear say Ratbone's finally going to pay me back for that favor, lettin' Toponi go home," he said.
"You know more than I do sir," said Mr. Grasping, "But whatever he has for us, it
had better be worth our time."
They made their way through the door to the mayor's office, where Ratbone
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 33
Madame Mousey pranced through Central Park that night with confidence. Quinn Ratbone had given her free reign of the area in the absence of the Council of Dogs, and she was gladly filling the power vacuum. At her side were Chula and Fidget, who Waul had agreed to "loan" to her while she scoured Central Park for signs of Basil, and an old bloodhound named Sir Charles that she herself hired, who'd survived the sting operation on the Council of Dogs by not being present at the time. With Chula and Fidget present they became an extra set of eyes and ears for Waul and ultimately Quinn; while they could be helpful in apprehending Basil, Mousey knew if she screwed this up her superiors would be hearing about it from them. Having them with her was a bit of a double-edged sword.
"Now zen, Monsieur Charles, keep sneefing. There must be some rats somewhere in zis park, no?"
Charles sniffed the ground, muttering to himself, "I miss Lone Woof."
Madame Mousey pretended not to hear it. She was determ
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 32
Tanya tidied up her apartment in the evening, knowing that one way or another, she was going to have company. The day had gone on fairly normally; she'd rehearsed for the play, but there was no show tonight, thus keeping her schedule open for her meeting with Nellie. As she was washing one of her cups in the sink there was a knock at the door. She held her breath.
"Tanya dearie? Are you in?"
She exhaled a sigh. It was Quinn. She hoped she could get rid of him before Nellie got here. She had to trust the reporter would know what to do if she arrived and saw that Quinn was here.
"I'm coming," Tanya said, trying to sound tired. It was time to test out those acting skills.
Tanya opened the door. Quinn was all dressed up, with a top hat, a small flower on his lapel, a black and white tuxedo.
"There's my dazzling diva," he said with a smile, as he handed her a bouquet of flowers.
Tanya was surprised, sniffing the mouse-sized flowers, "What's this for?"
"Oh no reason," he said, letting himsel
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 31
Reed Daley awoke to the smell of tea and crumpets. Groaning, he found that he'd been tied to a chair. Basil walked over with a small plate, steaming warm tea and cheese crumpets were on it. He placed it on the coffee table in front of Reed, and sat back on an armchair.
"Ah good, I finished it just in time," Basil said, "I calculated by the dosage of chloroform multiplied by your body mass that you would be waking up right about now."
"Basil! Why you-" Reed struggled against the ropes, "What are you going to do to me?!'
'Do to you? Why, I was going to feed you! Of course, that is if you're willing to cooperate with me and tell me what you know about Mr. Ratbone. Who he is, his plans, everything. Please do so quickly, you don't want your tea getting cold."
"Tea? What? Is this how torture works in England?"
"Torture? Why, I was only trying to remain civil, dear chap. Of course, we could do things differently, if you want."
"No. No this is fine."
"Very good then Mr. Daley," Basil said, sit