The Great Mouse Detective

thumb|There's always a chance, Doctor! As long as one can think. The Great Mouse Detective is a 1986 Disney animated feature film set in a world of talking mice, in which famed detective Basil of Baker Street sets out to find a little girl's father, and in the process stop crime lord Professor Ratigan from enacting his evil plan to take over Mousedom. Directed by John Musker, Ron Clements, Dave Michener, and Burny Mattinson. Written by John Musker, Ron Clements, Burny Mattinson, Matthew O'Callaghan, and Melvin Shaw. Can he bring the dirty rat to justice? thumb| WHAT WAS THAT?! What did you call me?! thumb|Oh, my dear Bartholomew. I'm afraid you've gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me... thumb|"Dash it all, Basil. The Queen's in danger. Olivia's counting on us. We're about to be horribly splattered, and all you can do is lie there feeling sorry for yourself. I know you can save us, but if you've given up, then why don't we just set it off now and be done with it?!""Set it... off... now. Set it... off... now? Yes, ha-ha-ha, yes, we... we'll set the trap off NOW!" Basil of Baker Street [about Professor Ratigan] He's a genius, Dawson! A genius twisted for evil! The Napoleon of Crime! Not a corner of London is safe while Ratigan is at large. There's no evil scheme he wouldn't concoct, no depravity he wouldn't commit! Who knows what dastardly scheme that that villain may be plotting even as we speak? Remember, Dawson, we're low-life ruffians. There's always a chance, Doctor, as long as one can think. [in an almost friendly tone] Ratigan, no one can have a higher opinion of you than I have. [furiously] And I think that you are a slimy, contemptible sewer rat! Professor Ratigan Poor Basil. Oh, he is in for a surprise! My friends! We are about to embark on the most odious, the most evil, the most diabolical scheme of my illustrious career! A crime to top all crimes, a crime that will live in infamy! [The henchmen cheered. Ratigan holds up a newspaper featuring the Queen's picture on the front page.] Tomorrow evening, our beloved monarch celebrates her Diamond Jubilee. And... with the enthusiastic help of our good friend, Mr. Flaversham... [The henchmen chuckle] it promises to be a night she may never forget! [burns her picture with his cigarette. The henchmen gasp in terror] Her last night... and my first, as supreme ruler of all mousedom! [The henchmen cheer.] [Rubbing his head, irritated] How dare that idiot Basil poke his stupid nose into my wonderful scheme and foul up everything? Bravo, Basil! A marvelous performance. Though frankly, I expected you 15 minutes earlier. Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy? You don't know what a delightful dilemma it was, trying to decide on the most appropriate method for your demise. Oh, I had so many ingenious ideas I didn't know which to choose. So I decided to use them all. [the camera zooms out to show many various weapons aimed at the mousetrap] Marvelous, isn't it? Oh, ho, but, here, let me show you how it works. Picture this, first, a sprightly tune I've recorded especially for you. As the song plays, the cord tightens, and when the song ends, the metal ball is released, rolling along its merry way until... [gestures to mousetrap] Snap! [gestures to gun] Boom! [gestures to crossbow] Twang! [gestures to axe] Thunk! [gestures to anvil] SPLAT! And so ends the short, undistinguished career of Basil of Baker Street. Now, you will remember to smile for the camera, won't you? Fidget, you delightful little maniac! There's no escape this time, Basil! Stay where you are. Or the girl dies. Oh, I love it when I'm nasty. [looks above the doorway to another barrel, where Fidget, the bat, is hanging from the faucet, sleeping] Fidget? [Fidget doesn't wake up, so Ratigan screams in his ear.] Fidget?! [Startled, Fidget falls from his perch and rolls down the stairs at Rattigan's feet.] Thank you. Bright and alert as always. [hands Fidget a list] Here's the list. You know what to do, and no mistakes. The Mouse Queen [reading Professor Ratigan's letter] "To our beloved Queen, this gift we send, as her sixty-year reign.... comes to an end?" Ah, I just adore Jubilees. Olivia Flaversham [to Fidget] Stop! Let me go! You ugly old thing! Help, let me out! Let me out! [after the fight's over with Fidget, door closes, and the cupboard door, Olivia was put in, creaks open with big mess.] Dad, where are you?! [goes to a window] Father... where are you?!! Papa! [echoes noise] DADDY! [to Ratigan] Just wait! Basil's smarter than you! He's going to put you in jail. [tugs on his tail to accent her next few insults.] He's not afraid of a big, old, ugly, rat like youǃ [Professor Ratigan: Would you kindly sit down and shut up?!] Dialogue [London, 1897.] [The camera pans slowly through a small street. A horse drawn carriage drives by. The horse snorts and neighs as the focus moves below the carriage and slowly zooms in on a tiny shop, Flaversham’s Toys.] [Inside, Olivia and her father are celebrating Olivia’s 5th birthday. Olivia plays with a small rocking horse as her father adjusts his apron.] Olivia Flaversham: You know, Daddy, this is my very best birthday. Hiram Flaversham: Ahh…but I haven’t given you your present yet. Olivia Flaversham: [Excited] What is it? What is it? Hiram Flaversham: Now, now. Close your eyes. [He moves to a small cupboard as Olivia tries to sneak a peek between her fingers.] Uh-uh-uh-uh. Auch, no. No peeking now. [Olivia giggles as Flaversham returns to the table, a small toy in his hand that resembles a flowerbud. He winds the key and sets it in front of her. As a gentle tune plays, Olivia opens her eyes and sees that the bud has turned into a mouse ballerina, who dances for her.] Olivia Flaversham: [Gasps] Oh, Daddy! You made this just for me? [Outside, a peg-legged figure slowly approaches. He cackles evilly as his shadow looms over the door to the toy shop.] [Inside, the doll has finished her dance, and Olivia gets down from her chair to hug Flaversham.] Olivia Flaversham: You’re the most wonderful father in the… in the whole world! [The tender moment is interrupted as the locked door begins to rattle. Olivia and Flaversham look towards the door as the rattling becomes more intense. Flaversham puts his arms around his daughter protectively.] Olivia Flaversham: Who is that? Hiram Flaversham: I-I don’t know! Quickly, dear, stay in here and don’t come out! [Flaversham hides her in the cupboard and stands in front of it, just as Fidget, the bat, bursts in though the window.] [From inside her hiding place, Olivia cracks the door and watches in terror as her father and Fidget struggle. The table flies towards the cupboard, shutting the door and pushing Olivia back.] Fidget: Now I gotcha, toy maker! [Cackles] Hiram Flaversham: Oh, no! Olivia! [Olivia pushes against the door and is able to move the table. She creaks the door open and steps out. In was slient, when the shop is dark; furniture is scattered as empty paint buckets are spilling out. Olivia goes to the window, calling out to Flaversham.] Olivia Flaversham: Daddy, where are you? Daddy…where are you?! Daddy! [Echoing] DADDY!! [As Olivia’s cries echo in the night, the camera zooms out into the clouds.] [The camera breaks out of the clouds again, and now we have a bird’s eye view of downtown London. Below, a carriage is moving through the streets.] Dawson’s voice: It was the Eve of our good Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, and the year Her Majesty’s government came… [More forebodingly] to the very brink of disaster. She… Oh… [chuckles] I’m… I’m getting ahead of myself. [The camera focuses briefly on the passenger inside the carriage before it pans down, revealing Dr. Dawson sitting on the foot pedestal reading his paper.] My name is Dr. David Q. Dawson, most recently of the Queen’s 66th Regiment. [The carriage stops, and after his human traveling companion departs, Dawson hops onto the sidewalk. He opens his paper again, and we see that he has marked several places available for rent.] I had just arrived in London after lengthy service in Afghanistan and was anxious to find a quiet place… [As thunder booms in the distance, a drop of rain falls onto the paper; chuckling, Dawson notices this, folds up the paper and opens his umbrella.] …preferably dry…where I could rest and find a bit of peace. Little did I know, but my life was about to change forever. [As Dawson walks through an alleyway, he pauses. From inside a forgotten rain boot, he can hear someone crying. He walks over to the shoe and sees Olivia sitting on a medicine box crying softly.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Oh! Oh my! [Olivia was heard crying.] Are you all right, my dear? [Olivia turns to him. Dawson removes a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and hands it to her.] Come now, come, come. Here, dry your eyes. [Olivia takes the handkerchief and blows her nose. She gives it back to Dawson and he puts it back in his pocket, taking a seat beside her.] Ah, yes, that’s better. Now tell me, what’s troubling you, my dear? Olivia Flaversham: [Sadly] I…I’m lost. I-I-I’m trying to find Basil of Baker Street. [She hands him a small newspaper clipping.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Now, let me see here… [Dawson puts his bifocals on and reads the headline.] [Reading headline] "Famous detective solves baffling disappearance." Mmm, hmmm. But where are your mother and father? Olivia Flaversham: [More upset] That’s why I m-m-must find Basil! [She begins to sob into her scarf.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Calmly] There, there, there. Now, now, now. Well, I don’t know any Basil… [Olivia looks at him sadly, but then Dawson gives her a warm smile as he takes off his glasses.] …but I do remember where Baker Street is. [Her face brightens a bit as Dawson reopens his umbrella.] Now, come with me. We’ll find this Basil chap together. [Cut from Olivia and Dawson setting off to Baker Street. The camera moves from the sign on the building that reads Baker Street up to a blinded window, where Sherlock Holmes is playing his violin. 'Down below, Olivia and Dawson have arrived at 221 1/2 Baker Street. Dawson knocks, and Mrs. Judson, the housekeeper, opens the door, her arms full of books, blankets and pillows, as well as a teacup and medieval mace. Dawson removes his hat courteously.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Good evening, Madam. Is this the residence of Basil of Baker Street? Mrs. Judson: I’m afraid it is. He’s not here at the moment, but you’re welcome to come in and wait. Dr. David Q. Dawson: Oh, I-I don’t want to impose. It’s just…the girl. [He gestures towards his side, but Olivia isn’t there. Dawson and Mrs. Judson look inside, where Olivia is already seated by the fireplace examining a magnifying glass with interest. 'Mrs. Judson thrusts her load into Dawson's arms and rushes to her side.] Mrs. Judson: [Concerned] Oh my! You poor dear! You must be chilled to the bone! [She takes off Olivia’s hat and wrings it dry, then removes the girl’s scarf.] Oh, but I know just the thing. Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my fresh cheese crumpets. [Mrs. Judson rushes to the kitchen and shuts the door.] [Olivia looks around the room, fascinated by what she sees. A small propeller is operating a bellow, and attached to that are several cigarettes and a pipe, all of which are puffing.] [On another table, four different pairs of shoes are being turned in a circular motion, first being brushed with black paint, and then setting a print on a stack of paper. Dawson is hanging up his coat, but a voice coming from the front door distracts him.] Basil’s Voice: [Triumphantly] Ah-ha! The villain’s slipped this time! I shall have him! [The door bursts open to reveal a large mouse dressed in Chinese robes. He smiles triumphantly with a gun in his hand as lightning strikes. Dawson is petrified as the mouse bursts inside, rushing towards one of the many tables.] Out of my way! Out of my way! Dr. David Q. Dawson: I say, who - [His question is cut short as the mouse’s hat is thrown directly on his own head. He takes it off and addresses him once more.] Who are you? Basil’s Voice: [Speaking more normally] What? [He pauses and turns to Dawson.] Oh? [He reaches up and pulls off what turns out to be a rubber mask to reveal the one and only...] Basil of Baker Street: [Formally] Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow. [Basil smiles at Dawson's confused stare. He pulls at a tab on his robe, which lets air escape to reveal his slender form, surprising Dawson even more. Olivia, on the other hand, is relieved to see him and approaches eagerly.] Olivia Flaversham: Mr. Basil! I need your help, and I- [Basil is clearly not listening to her as puts on his house robe. He tosses a dart over his shoulder with his eyes closed, scoring a direct bullseye on the dartboard.] Basil of Baker Street: All in good time. Olivia Flaversham: [More desperately] But-but you don’t understand. I’m in terrible trouble. Basil of Baker Street: [Ignores Olivia] If you’ll excuse me.[Basil walks by, and Olivia sighs.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Impatiently] Here, now, now. Now see here!He shakes a finger at Basil, who once more rushes right by the two of them. Dawson pauses momentarily, but soon regains his wind.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: This young lady is in need of assistance. I think you ought… Basil of Baker Street: [interrupts him by handing him the gun.] Will you hold this, please, Doctor? Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Dawson accepts gracefully…] Of course.[…but with his eyes closed, Dawson doesn’t realize at first what he’s holding and points the gun at his head. He opens his eyes, and then nervously holds it out at arms length until Basil retrieves it.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Puzzled] Ah, wait just a moment. How did you know I was a doctor?[Basil picks up a ordinary bullet and places it in the gun, all the meanwhile answering Dawson without interruption.]Basil of Baker Street: A surgeon, to be exact. Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan. Am I right? Dr. David Q. Dawson: Why… [Chuckles] Oh, yes. Major David Q. Dawson. But how could you possibly- Basil of Baker Street: Quite simple, really. [He holds up Dawson's arm to reveal a stitch mark on his jacket.] You’ve sewn your torn cuff together with the Lembert stitch, which of course, only a surgeon uses. [He continues speaking as he gathers several pillows.] And the thread is a unique form of catgut distinguished by its… [whispers to Olivia] …peculiar pungency…[Olivia is befuddled.]Basil of Baker Street: …found only in the Afghan provinces.[One by one, Basil tosses the three pillows at Dawson, who holds them against his body, his face mostly covered.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Muffled] Amazing! Basil of Baker Street: [Simply] Actually it’s…elementary, my dear Dawson.[Basil spins the revolver and aims it at the pillows. Dawson looks around in terror and throws the pillows onto an armchair. As Basil calmly readjusts his aim, Dawson jumps behind the opposite chair, seizing Olivia's arm and bringing her behind it. The gun fires, and pillow feathers fly as they cautiously peek out. Mrs. Judson rushes back out at the stentorian report.]Mrs. Judson: [Panicking] What in heaven’s name?! [She soon discovers her pillows are nothing but feathers.] [Distraught] Oh! Oh! My… [She spits out several feathers.] MY GOOD PILLOWS! [She glares angrily in Basil's direction. He is kneeling in the chair, tossing the feathers aside.] MR. BASIL![He pops his head above the chair as she spits out more feathers.]Mrs. Judson: How many times have I told you not to…? Basil of Baker Street: There, there, Mrs. Judson, it’s quite all right. [smells cheese crumpets from the kitchen.] Ah…[Sniffs] Mmm! I believe I smell some of those delightful cheese crumpets of yours. [He gently pushes Mrs. Judson back to the kitchen.] Why don’t you fetch our guests some? Mrs. Judson: But, ah, but, but… Basil of Baker Street: [shuts the door, silencing her.] Now… [He gets on his hands and knees and searches on the floor] I know that bullet’s here somewhere.[Olivia has found it and is holding it up for him. He takes it.]Basil of Baker Street: [Grudgingly, like Sylvester] Thank you, Miss… Olivia Flaversham: Flaversham. Olivia Flaversham. Basil of Baker Street: [Distracted] Whatever. Olivia Flaversham: Yes, but you don’t understand-- Basil of Baker Street: Shhh! [Basil opens a small box and pulls out another bullet. Taking the one he just fired, he puts them under a microscope and compares their markings. The first reading matches…] Yeah… […so does the second one.]. Yes! [However, from the third direction, the markings go off in separate directions. He yells.] 'OH, NO!' Drat! [Depressed] Another dead end. [Dejected, Basil tosses the extra bullet aside and slowly walks over to his chair.] He was within my grasp.[He flops into his chair and slowly reaches for the violin sitting beside him. As Basil plays a mournful tune, Dawson nudges Olivia encouragingly, and she walks towards him, determined to make him listen now that Basil is unoccupied with his detective work.]Olivia Flaversham: Now will you please listen to me? My daddy’s gone and I’m all alone. Basil of Baker Street: [pauses temporarily, feeling still depressed] Young lady, this is a most inopportune time. [He resumes playing, but after seeing Olivia's sad face, decides to humor her.] Surely your mother knows where he is. Olivia Flaversham: I--- I don’t have a mother.[Basil screeches the violin as he abruptly sits up.]Basil of Baker Street: [Uncertainly] Well… um… well, then perhaps… [Firmly] See here! I simply have no time for lost fathers. [He turns away. Olivia is now annoyed, and puts her hands on her hips.]Olivia Flaversham: [Defiantly] I didn’t lose him. He was taken by a bat.[Basil's eyes widen and he leans towards Olivia intently; clearly, this information is of great importance.]Basil of Baker Street: Did you say…BAT? Olivia Flaversham: Yes. Basil of Baker Street: [Expectantly] Did he have a crippled wing? Olivia Flaversham: I don’t know. But he had a peg leg![This information is key to Basil, who stands up on the arms of the chair, his arms wide.]Basil of Baker Street: HA! Dr. David Q. Dawson: I say, do you know him?[Basil is by now sitting on the top of the chair, as if building up to a shocking revelation.]Basil of Baker Street: Know him? That bat, one Fidget by name, is in the employ of the fiend who was the very target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment. The nefarious Professor Ratigan![Basil points his bow in the direction of the fireplace, where a picture of a well-dressed rat sits on the mantle frame. The flames in the fire burst and lightning strikes as we see a close up of Ratigan's sinister grin and lightning strikes again as we see a close up of Minnie Mouse's grin.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Uh…Ratigan?[Basil leans over the top of the chair and delivers the next few lines from different locations, accenting Ratigan's character.]Basil of Baker Street: He’s a genius, Dawson. [He ducks down and reappears at the side.] A genius… twisted for evil. [Then he moves in front of the chair.] The Napoleon of crime! Dr. David Q. Dawson: As bad as all that, eh?[Basil is now behind them, poking his head through a banister.]Basil of Baker Street: [Hoarsely] Worse! For years, I’ve tried to capture him and I’ve come close… [He stands and holds his fist out towards the picture.] …so very close. But each time he’s narrowly evaded my grasp.[Basil's voiceover continues as the camera takes us deeper and deeper through London’s sewers.]Basil of Baker Street: Not a corner of London’s safe while Ratigan’s at large. There’s no evil scheme he wouldn’t concoct! No depravity he wouldn’t commit.[We come to an empty barrel on its side, and an iron door with bars.]Basil of Baker Street: Who knows what dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting even as we speak…[Inside the prison, a mechanical robot is pouring tea into a cup. Flaversham is working at a podium, controlling its movements. Ratigan is at the door, monitoring his progress. Ratigan's voice is oily and gentlemanlike.]Professor Ratigan: [Chuckles evilly] Quite an ingenious scheme, eh, Flaversham? And aren’t you proud to be a part of it? Hiram Flaversham: This whole thing…i-i-it’s monstrous![He continues working at the controls, getting the robot to pour a spoonful of sugar into the teacup and stir.]Professor Ratigan: We will have our device ready by tomorrow evening, won’t we? You know what will happen if you…fail?[In Ratigan's hands is a small gold bell which obviously holds a certain threat. He rings it once, but instead of being afraid, Flaversham becomes angry and defiant.]Hiram Flaversham: I-I-I don’t care![He jerks hard on the controls, making the robot dump the cup of tea on its head. The robot seizes the teapot and pours that onto its head as well, then hurls it towards Ratigan, who dodges just in time.][The robot is flailing around and finally stops, but not before squirting oil out, which lands on Ratigan's coat. The rat scowls at the resultant stain.]Hiram Flaversham: You can do what you want with me. I won’t be a part of this… this…this evil any longer![Ratigan has wiped the oil away and breathes out his cigarette smoke. He smiles.]Professor Ratigan: [Biting off rage] Mmm… [Normally] Very well. If that is your decision. Oh, uh, by the way, I’m taking the liberty of having your daughter brought here. [He picks up Olivia's ballerina doll and winds it up.]Hiram Flaversham: O-Olivia? Professor Ratigan: Yes. Hm-hm, yes.[Ratigan sets the doll down and watches it dance.]Professor Ratigan: [Mockingly] I would spend many a sleepless night if anything unfortunate were to befall her. Hiram Flaversham: You…you wouldn’t?![Ratigan picks up the doll again, and squeezes it until it breaks. He gazes at the doll in mock sorrow, then lunges threateningly at Flaversham.]Professor Ratigan: [Yelling] FINISH IT, FLAVERSHAM!![With a heavy heart, Flaversham does as he’s told. Outside, Ratigan is humming to himself as he writes a list.]Professor Ratigan: Oh, I love it when I’m nasty.[He looks above the doorway to another barrel, where Fidget is hanging from the faucet, sleeping.]Professor Ratigan: Fidget?[Fidget doesn’t awaken, so Ratigan screams in his ear.]Professor Ratigan: [Calling back] FIDGET![Startled, the bat falls from his perch and rolls down the stairs at Ratigan's feet.]Professor Ratigan: Bright and alert as always. Here’s the list. You know what to do, and no mistakes!Fidget: No, no. No mistakes, sir. [quickly reads the list.] Tools, gears, girl, uniforms…[Impatiently, Ratigan yells from the doorway.]Professor Ratigan: NOW, Fidget! Fidget: I’m going, I’m going! I’m going! [rushes over to a drain grate, lifts it up and disappears below.][Inside the barrel, Ratigan is approaching his throne, being cheered by his men. He sits down and holds out his cigarette. Several hands offer lit matches, and he lights it and inhales, blowing out several smoke rings.]Professor Ratigan: My friends, we are about to embark on the most odious, the most evil, the most diabolical scheme of my illustrious career. A crime to top all crimes…a crime that will live in infamy![Most of his men are cheering at this bit of news, save one mouse, Bartholomew, whose attention is focused on his empty mug. He holds it upside down and watches sadly as the last drop of beer falls to the floor.][Ratigan holds up a newspaper featuring the Queen's picture on the front page.]Professor Ratigan: Tomorrow evening, our beloved monarch celebrates her Diamond Jubilee, and…with the enthusiastic help of our good friend, Mr. Flaversham…[The mice chuckle.]Professor Ratigan: …it promises to be a night she will never forget![He burns her picture with his cigarette.]Professor Ratigan: Her last night…and my first, as supreme ruler of all mousedom![Ratigan jumps, messing up his hair and collar. As his men cheer for him, he calmly pins his collar back and smoothes his hair, then saunters down the red carpet as a spotlight shines on him and an evil tune plays.][One of his men hands him his top hat, which he rolls down his arms before putting it on. He gives an evil laugh and begins to sing.]Professor Ratigan: [Singing] From the brain that brought you the Big Ben Caper The head that made headlines in every newspaper And wondrous things like the Tower Bridge Job That cunning display that made Londoners sob…[Meanwhile, Ratigan twirls his cane around a rope and yanks on it, causing wine to pour out onto a fountain. Bartholomew's tail is wagging at the chance for more liquor, and he tosses his empty glass over his shoulder, and rushes over to the fountain, drinking from one of the spouts.]Professor Ratigan: Now comes the real tour de force Tricky and wicked, of course My earlier crimes were fine for their times But now that I’m at it again.. [kicks Bartholomew into the fountain.] An even grimmer plot has been simmering In my great criminal brain Thugs: [Singing] Even meaner? You mean it? Worse than the widows and orphans you drowned?[Bartholomew drunkenly climbs out as the rest of the thugs lift Ratigan up into their arms, spinning him around.]Thugs: You’re the best of the worst around Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan The rest fall behind To Ratigan To Ratigan The world’s greatest criminal mind.[His men pull back as Ratigan is seated at a harp. The lighting becomes blue as he plays.]Professor Ratigan: Thank you, Thank you. But it hasn’t all been champagne and caviar. I’ve had my share of adversity, thanks to that miserable second-rate detective, Basil of Baker Street.[He directs his gaze to a small mouse toy dressed in a detective suit, needles poking at it. The Thugs boo heavily.]Professor Ratigan: [Mock crying] For years, that insufferable pipsqueak has interfered with my plans. I haven’t had a moment’s peace of mind. Thugs: Aww![Bartholomew sniffles and begins to cry! The lighting turns red as the illusion is shattered.]Professor Ratigan: But, all that’s in the past! This time, nothing, not even Basil, can stand in my way! All will bow before me![His thugs bow as the lighting becomes normal again.]Thugs: [Singing] Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan You’re tops and that’s that To Ratigan To Ratigan…[Bartholomew drunkenly finishes the verse…]Bartholomew: To Ratigan, the world’s greatest rat! [hiccups][Ratigan spits out his wine in shock. His thugs gasp in terror as Ratigan spins, towering over Bartholomew.]Professor Ratigan: What was THAT?![Innocently, Bartholomew hiccups again.]Professor Ratigan: What did you call me? Thug 1: Oh, oh, he didn’t mean it, Professor. Thug 2: I-it was just a slip of the tongue.[Ratigan ignores this and lifts up Bartholomew by his sweater.]Professor Ratigan: [to Bartholomew was break free] I am NOT A RAT! Thug 3: ‘Course you’re not. You’re a mouse! Thug 1: Yeah, that’s right. Right! A mouse. Thug 2: Yeah, a big mouse! Professor Ratigan: SILENCE![Ratigan throws Bartholomew to go outside. He rolls and shakes his head as he sits up.]Professor Ratigan: Oh, my dear Bartholomew… I’m afraid that you’ve gone and upset me. [Dramatically] You know what happens when someone upsets me…[Ratigan pulls out the bell from his vest pocket. He rings it, and his men gasp in terror as they look to the alleyway, where a shadow is approaching. An enormously fat cat – Felicia - is approaching the oblivious Bartholomew.]Bartholomew: [Singing] Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan You’re the tops and that’s that. [hic] Oh dear. To Ratigan To Ratigan[The cat has picked up Bartholomew and all we see is the shadow of the mouse hovering over the cat’s open jaws. The Thugs are cowering in the doorway as Ratigan himself is enjoying a cigarette.]Bartholomew: To Ratigan…the world’s greatest-[A gulping noise is heard along with the cat’s content meow. Two of the Thugs remove thier hats and the third wipes a tear from his eye. Ratigan is cooing over his cat, wiping her mouth with his handkerchief.]Professor Ratigan: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, Felicia, my precious, my baby. [hugging Felicia fatherly] Did Daddy’s little honey bun enjoy her tasty treat? [Felicia burps in his face. Ratigan looks a little dismayed, but he recovers and struts back towards his terrified men.] Professor Ratigan: I trust there will be no further interruptions. [He clears his throat and wraps his arms around his men.]: And now, as you were singing? [Singing is clearly the last thing they have on their minds as they huddle close together. But as Ratigan pulls out the bell again, they get their inspiration back.] Thugs: Even louder We’ll shout it! No one can doubt what we know you can do. [Several of his thugs are now rushing towards him, handing him a robe, a crown, and a diamond topped scepter.] Thugs: You’re more evil than even you Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan You’re one of a kind To Ratigan To Ratigan [The Thugs begin using Ratigan's many jewels to form a pyramid. The mouse on the bottom can’t keep his balance on the pearl, and they all tumble.] [Above, others have been swinging from chandeliers, and one mouse begins to fall. Ratigan holds out his robe to catch him, but at the last moment, pulls back, letting the mouse hit the floor. The Thugs dramatically sing the final line of the song.] Thugs: The world’s greatest criminal mind!! [As the song ends, they offer one last toast, while Ratigan finishes the rest of his wine. He smirks, and the image cuts back to Basils flat, first showing Ratigan's picture.] [Olivia has told Basil her story, who has taken the case, and is enjoying a pipe.] Basil of Baker Street: This case is most intriguing with its multiplicity of elements…its many twists and turns. [He turns to Olivia.] Now, you’re certain you’ve told me everything? The slightest detail may be important. Olivia Flaversham: It’s just as I said. And then my father was gone. Dr. David Q. Dawson: What do you make of it? Basil of Baker Street: [begins to pace as Olivia follows him.] Hmm. Ratigan’s up to something. A crime of the most sinister nature no doubt. The question is…what would he want with a toy maker? [Olivia has stopped by the window. Fidget pops down from above as lightning strikes, Olivia very scared.] Olivia Flaversham: Aaaaaaah! Basil of Baker Street: Quickly, Dawson, we’ve not a moment to lose! Dr. David Q. Dawson: Uh, uh I’m right behind you, Basil. [They rush outside, but Fidget is already gone. Basil looks around and kneels down to look at the sidewalk, where Fidget has left behind his muddy footprints.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: No sign of the blackguard anywhere. Basil of Baker Street: Not quite, Dawson. He left some rather unusual footprints. They obviously belong to the same fiend who abducted the girl’s father - Ratigan’s peg-legged lackey. [To add to this pile of evidence, Dawson discovers Fidget has lost his hat.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Uh…Basil? Basil of Baker Street: [delighted, snatching up the hat.] Ah-ha! Excellent work, old man. Ha, ha, ha! [Standing in the doorway are Olivia and Mrs. Judson, who is comforting the young girl.] Mrs. Judson: Now… there’s nothing to be afraid of, my dear. [As an excited Basil rushes by, Mrs. Judson pulls Olivia back, glaring at Basil for his insensitivity. Dawson enters behind him.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: [To Olivia] The scoundrel’s quite gone. [Basil throws off his robe.] Basil of Baker Street: Ha-ha! But not for long, Miss Flamhammer. Olivia Flaversham: [Exasperated] Flaversham! [Basil has changed into a brown jacket for his detective work.] Basil of Baker Street: Whatever. Now, we simply pursue our peg-legged friend until he leads us to the girl’s father. Olivia Flaversham: Then you’ll get my daddy back? [She rushes over and hugs Basil tightly.] Basil of Baker Street: Yes! [He pushes Olivia down and pulls his legs free from her grasp.] And quite soon, if I’m not mistaken. Now, hurry along, Dawson. We must be off to…Toby’s. [He retrieves an Inverness cape from a suit of armor and puts it on.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Toby's? Basil of Baker Street: Oh, you must meet him, he's just the chap for this. Dr. David Q. Dawson: You- You want me to come? Basil of Baker Street: Hah! I should think a stout-hearted army mouse like you would surely leap at the chance for adventure! Dr. David Q. Dawson: [chuckles] Well, I am rather curious. Olivia Flaversham: Wait for me! I'm coming, too! [her hat and scarf knocks over Basil's violin in the process. He dives down to catch it] Basil of Baker Street: What?! Certainly not! [sets the violin back on the chair] This is no business for children. Isn't it? Olivia Flaversham: Are we going to take a cab? Basil of Baker Street: [puts his hand on his forehead with a sigh as Olivia puts several crumpets into her pocket] My dear, I don't think you'd understand. It will be quite dangerous. [sits on his violin, snapping it in two] Why you-! Look what- [restrains himself] Young lady, you are most definitely NOT accompanying us! AND THAT IS FINAL!!!!! [Later, as they sneak out into Sherlock Holmes' house, with Olivia right beside them] Basil of Baker Street: And not a word out of you. Is that clear? [Olivia shushes him as two shadows approach – Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Basil quickly moves the doorway, leaving a small crack open.] Sherlock Holmes: I observe that there’s a good deal of German music on the program. It is introspective, and I want to introspect. Dr. Watson: But Holmes, that music is so frightfully dull. Sherlock Holmes: Come along. [The two men leave, leaving Basil, Olivia, and Dawson free to come out into the open. Basil begins to call out to his friend.] Basil of Baker Street: Toby? Toby? [Olivia tugs on Dawson's coat and whispers in his ear.] Olivia Flaversham: Who is Toby? Dr. David Q. Dawson: Well my dear, Toby is… well, he’s uh, uh… [Olivia waits for an answer as Dawson turns to Basil, just as clueless as she is.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: I say, Basil, who is this Toby chap? [Before Basil could answer, thundering footsteps appoach. Towering over them is an adorable basset hound dog, who is obviously very happy to see Basil.] Basil of Baker Street: Ahh! Here he is now! [He pushes Dawson forward as Toby leans down, formally introducing the mouse and dog.] Basil of Baker Street: Dawson…Toby. [Dawson nervously tips his hat and pats Toby's nose.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Charmed, I’m sure. [Toby doesn’t seem too thrilled with the introduction and growls at Dawson. Basil moves forward and pushes Toby back.] Basil of Baker Street: Now Toby! Toby, stop that! Toby, cease! Desist! Ha! [Dawson is trembling behind the leg of a chair. Toby is now sniffing around the room.] Basil of Baker Street: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Frightfully sorry, old man. Toby has the most splendid sense of smell of any hound I’ve trained. But he can be deucedly frisky. [Basil chuckles as Toby stops at a footrest, where we can see Olivia's feet from behind the fringe. She cautiously pushes it aside and smiles at Toby, who seems to like her just fine.] Olivia Flaversham: Hello, Toby! [She pats his nose and Toby sniffs her again.] Silly doggy! Would you like a crumpet? [Toby nods happily as Olivia reaches into her coat pocket. She holds it up for him and he licks it off her hand. Basil is ready to leave and reaches into his pocket.] Basil of Baker Street: Here now, Toby? Toby! To the matter at hand. I want you to- [He turns, but Toby isn’t listening to him, as the dog is on his back enjoying a belly rub from Olivia. Basil whistles, and Toby rolls his head back to see him clearing his throat and tapping his foot.] [Olivia slides off Toby into Dawson's arms, and Toby rolls back to his feet, facing Basil.] Basil of Baker Street: Good, now Toby! Toby…I want you to find…this fiend! [whips out Fidget's hat, and Toby starts to growl. He barks and growls along with Toby to drill the dog into searching for the bad guy.] Yes, you know his type. A villain. A scoundrel! Low brow. Close set eyes. Broken wing. [Toby pauses and looks at Basil, confused at this last piece of the description.] Basil of Baker Street: [Chortling] Oh, he’s a peg-legged bat with a broken wing. [Toby starts to growl again.] Basil of Baker Street: Yes! Yes! That’s the spirit! Got his scent? [Toby nods happily, and Basil retrieves his leash.] Basil of Baker Street: Good boy, good boy! [He turns to face Toby again, but he has turned around and is smiling at Olivia and Dawson. He moves in front of Toby.] Miss Flamchester! Olivia Flaversham and Dr. David Q. Dawson: Flaversham! Basil of Baker Street: Whatever. Your father is as good as found. (He hooks on Toby's leash.) Toby… [Toby strikes a ‘pointer’ pose, ready to bolt after Fidget's trail.] Basil of Baker Street: Sic ‘em! [As Toby rushes out, he accidentally stomps on his master. The dazed detective manages to hold on to the leash and quickly regains his wind.] Basil of Baker Street: Ah-ha! Yoinks! Tally ho! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! [Olivia and Dawson rush after the pair, trying to catch up. The camera cuts to a few moments later in the street, where Toby is sniffing at the ground. He gives a sudden howl and breaks into a run.] [Olivia is holding on to Basils waist at Toby's collar.] Basil of Baker Street: The thrill of the hunt, eh, Dawson? [Dawson is desperately clinging to Toby's tail and gives a nervous chuckle at the irony of this statement.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Q-q-quite! Basil of Baker Street: Oh-hoo-hoo. Our peg-legged quarry can’t be far now. [Cut to inside a toy shop. Fidget is inside, removing the Royal British Guard uniforms from toy soldiers. He stuffs them into his sack and reaches into his wing pocket for Ratigan's list and a pencil. He reads from the list and checks along as he goes.] Fidget: Get the following. Tools, check. I got tools. Gears, double check. I got gears. Girl… [Remembering he does not have Olivia yet, he makes a check and then erases it.] No, didn’t get girl. Uniforms…[Chuckles] I got plenty of uniforms! [He chuckles again, and is then startled as Toby howls outside.] Oh, no, oh, no. I gotta hide! I gotta hide! Ooh, I gotta hide! [Fidget grabs the hats from the soldiers and stuffs them into his bag. He jumps on top of a clown toy and onto a higher shelf, as the list flutters in front of the toy soldiers without him noticing.] [Back outside, Basil has jumped off Toby's muzzle onto the window ledge.] Basil of Baker Street: Splendid job, Toby! [Olivia is standing on Toby's muzzle and holds out her arms towards Basil, who gives her a look of annoyance, but holds his arms out to her. She jumps and he catches her, and sets her down, nudging her forward.] [As Dawson is moving down, Toby begins to growl at him again. Dawson tips his hat and is prepared to make a hasty jump, but Toby gives a deliberate sneeze, which sends Dawson tumbling head over heels, hitting Basil. Basil looks down at Dawson, then to Toby.] Basil of Baker Street: Now Toby…sit! [Toby remains standing. Basil marches back down the window still and stands in front of his dog, speaking more strictly this time.] Basil of Baker Street: Toby, sit. Olivia Flaversham: Sit, Toby. [Toby promptly sits. Basil stares at Olivia jealously.] Basil of Baker Street: Good boy. [Moving past Olivia…] If you’ll excuse me. Olivia Flaversham: [To Toby] You be good now. We’re going to find my father. [Basil is humming to himself as he inspects the ledge and window. His humming slows as he sees a tiny hole in the center of the small round window. He points at it triumphantly.] Basil of Baker Street: Ah-ha! Here is our friend’s entrance. Dr. David Q. Dawson: But Basil, how could he fit through such a tiny… Basil of Baker Street: Observe, Doctor. [takes Dawson's hand and sticks one of his fingers into the hole. He watches confidently as Dawson pulls his hand back, displaying that Fidget has used the window as a door.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil, you astound me! [Basil hastily shushes him and climbs in, followed by Olivia and Dawson. After getting inside, Dawson closes the window.] [Inside, they walk through the store. Dawson doesn’t look where he’s going and bumps into something.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Ooh! I beg your pardon, I- [He stops when he sees that what he hit was a huge doll. He and Olivia look around the toy store.] Oh my. Upon my word I’ve never seen so many toys. Basil of Baker Street: [Warningly darts out from behind the doll’s leg.] Behind any of which could lurk a bloodthirsty assassin! So please, Doctor…be very careful. [As Basil stealthily moves between the toys and through shadows, Olivia and Dawson stay close behind. They start to climb up a ladder, leading them to a higher shelf.] {Basil and Dawson quietly creep down the shelf, when a sudden crashing noise from behind causes them to freeze and Dawson to leap into Basil's arms. They look behind them and see that Olivia has turned on a toy music box, and is watching the noisy fireman band play.] Basil of Baker Street: Oh! What the dev… Ooh! [Utterly annoyed, Basil shoves the heavy Dawson off of him and leaps for the control lever, shutting the toy off. He turns to Olivia.] Basil of Baker Street: [Intensely] Please! [Softly] Quiet! [To Dawson] Don’t let this girl out of your sight! [Dawson stands at attention and salutes as Basil walks past. He looks to Olivia, who is giving a playful salute of her own, and takes her hand.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Now, Olivia dear, stay close. [From above, Fidget watches the trio move across a chessboard. Basil pauses by the rook.] Basil of Baker Street: Hmm. [He pushes the rook over one space.] Checkmate. Ah-ha! [holds his magnifying glass to his eye, staring at Fidget's footprints.] Evidence of our peg-legged adversary. [hums as he follows the footprints, stopping at the rows of naked toy soldiers.] Hmm… how very odd. Dr. David Q. Dawson: What is it, Basil? Basil of Baker Street: Isn’t it painfully obvious, Doctor? These dolls have been stripped of their uniforms. [More exasperated] And not by any child, either. [He and Olivia glance at each other as they both examine the footprints. Basil looks over his shoulder, having seen more strange evidence.] Hello. [He looks around the insides of mechanical toys, where all the gears are missing.] Someone has taken the liberty of removing the clockwork mechanisms from these toys. [Fidget's eyes widen as he sees the team discovering his handiwork, and he darts away. Meanwhile, Dawson has found the list.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil… Basil of Baker Street: Please, I’m trying to concentrate. Dr. David Q. Dawson: But Basil, I-I- [Suddenly music boxes are playing, and winding toys are moving along the shelves. A puppy pokes its head out of a hat and barks; a bunny is moving an egg shell up and down as a baby chick chirps inside. It then rolls by a fiddle player and a carousel. Nearly every toy in the shop is operating on its own.] [Olivia, seeing some bubbles, follows them, separating herself from Dawson and Basil. A small Dumbo toy is the source of the bubbles, and there is a mouse-sized baby carriage that is slowly rocking back and forth.] [Olivia approaches it, and as she reaches up to pull the blanket back, Fidget lunges at her threateningly, a bonnet on his head. In the other room, Basil and Dawson hear her Olivia terrified scream.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Olivia! Fidget: Gotcha! [throws her in his bag.] [Basil starts rushing ahead, urging Dawson to follow him.] Basil of Baker Street: Quickly, Doctor! [As Basil disappears behind a book, he quickly changes direction as a large Ferris wheel toy is rolling towards them.] Basil of Baker Street: Ah, ya, ah! Look out! [He and Dawson leap out of its way and onto an Around the World path toy. A large doll is falling right over them, and they run for their lives, but only move the paper path below their feet.] [Just as the doll is about to crush them, they reach the end of the path and are able to leap off just as the doll breaks. A piece of the porcelain doll’s face rolls towards Dawson, its eye blinking at him.] [Basil rushes by, but Fidget has wound up a toy jouster, which moves towards them with an outstretched spear. Basil is able to leap on a trumpet above him, but the jousting spear has caught Dawson by his jacket, and he is hurled towards a dart board, pinned to it.] [Basil looks behind him, and his head is crashed between the cymbals of the firemen band music box, which has started up again as well. Basil stumbles over to a pile of marbles and trips over them, causing them to scatter; several marbles fly towards Dawson, one hitting him on his head. Fidget is making his way to the window.] Fidget: [Laughing] Bye-bye. [He opens the window again, and is nearly eaten by Toby, who barks and growls at the exit. Fidget slams the window shut and climbs up the cash register and back onto the shelves.] [Basil has regained consciousness and is once again on the bat’s tail. He jumps onto a spring horse, and uses it to jump from shelf to shelf.] Basil of Baker Street: Stop, you fiend! [Basil reaches the top shelf, and falls off the horse at the base of a large pyramid of building blocks. On opposite sides, Basil and Fidget are climbing to the top. Fidget makes leaps at the top, catching the ledge of the open sky roof.] [Basil tries to leap for him, but as he does, the blocks tumble and fall, taking Basil down with them. Fidget chuckles evilly and throws the tied sack on top of the roof, and climbs out.] Olivia Flaversham: [Muffled] Help! Mister Basil, help! Help! [Fidget takes the bag and hops from roof to roof, back towards Ratigan's lair.] Fidget: [Singsong voice] I got the gears, I got the tools, I got the uniforms, I got the girl, heh-heh-heh-heh! [Inside, Dawson has managed to free himself and is searching for Basil.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil! Basil! [finds Basil with his leg tangled to a doll's pull string] Basil! Olivia, she's… Basil of Baker Street: Yes! She's gone, Dawson! Confound it! I told you to watch over the girl! [frees himself from the pull string] Now she's been spirited away by that maniacal little monster! Soon to be in the clutch of the most depraved mind in all of London! I should've known better than to… than to… Dawson? I say! Dawson old chap! Dr. David Q. Dawson: Poor girl. I should have watched her more closely. Basil of Baker Street: Don't worry, old fellow. It's not entirely hopeless. Dr. David Q. Dawson: Do you think there's a chance? Basil of Baker Street: There's always a chance, Doctor! As long as one can think. Dr. David Q. Dawson: [finds Fidget's checklist; reads:] "Get the following: Tools, Gears..." Basil of Baker Street: What? Dr. David Q. Dawson: "Girl..." Basil of Baker Street: Get the following... Dr. David Q. Dawson: "Unif-" Basil of Baker Street: Dawson, you've done it! This list is precisely what we need! Dr. David Q. Dawson: What? Basil of Baker Street: Quickly! Back to Baker Street![The movie cuts back to Ratigan's lair, where Flaversham is working on the robot. He tenses as Ratigan enters the workroom.]Professor Ratigan: Ah, Mr. Flaversham.[Flaversham eyes Ratigan warily as he holds his cape dramatically.]Professor Ratigan: Allow me to present… [Ratigan moves his cape to reveal Olivia in Fidget's grasp.] …your charming daughter! Hiram Flaversham: Olivia! Olivia Flaversham: Father![Fidget keeps a tight hold on Olivia as she rushes towards Flaversham. Olivia stomps on his foot and runs to her father as Fidget hops up and down in pain.]Fidget: Owww! My foot, my only foot![Olivia hugs her lost father and cries.]Olivia Flaversham: Oh, Father! [cries] I thought I’d never find you!Hiram Flaversham: Oh, there, there, there, there, my bairn. I’m all right. Oh, I was so worried about my little girl.Professor Ratigan: Oh, how sweet. [He pretends to wipe at his eyes with his handkerchief, crying.] Oh, I just love tearful reunions. [The rat then grabs the young girl back.] Now, come along, my dear.Olivia Flaversham: Oh please! Please! [She reaches out towards Flaversham as Fidget takes her away.] Father! [Flaversham is being restrained by Ratigan and tries to plead with the nefarious mouse.]Hiram Flaversham: Olivia! Oh, please, professor!Professor Ratigan: Now, now, Fidget will take good care of her. [Threateningly] That is, as long as we have no further delays!Hiram Flaversham: [fearfully returns to work on the robot.] Yes, yes, I-I’ll finish it. Oh, just don’t hurt my daughter.Professor Ratigan: Remember, it must be ready…tonight! [He slams the door.] [Next, Fidget is shown carrying Olivia towards a bottle lying on its side.]Olivia Flaversham: Stop! Let me go! You ugly old thing!Fidget: [pushes her inside and puts the cork in the bottle.] That ought to hold ya!Olivia Flaversham: [gets in the green bottle by the cork, yelling] Help! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!!!Fidget: See how you like that! [He blows her raspberry, then strides away towards Ratigan, who is looking through the bag.]Professor Ratigan: Ah, the uniforms! Oh, Fidget, I knew I could rely on you. Now, you didn't forget anything?Fidget: No problem. I took care of everything. Everything on the list. [tries to display the list, but finds it's not there] Uh-oh.Professor Ratigan: What's wrong?Fidget: [searching himself, to no avail] The list, but I knew I had it!Professor Ratigan: Where's the list?Fidget: Well, you see, it was.... It was like this; [reenacting] I was in the toy store, getting the uniforms, when I heard a 'Aroo! Aroo!'Professor Ratigan: [irritated] You're not coming through.Fidget: [reenacting still] A dog came. I ran! I had a baby bonnet, girl in bag, and Basil… he chase me!Professor Ratigan: [shocked] What?! (You know what, Fidget) BASIL ON THE CASE?! [furious] WHY, YOU GIBBERING LITTLE--!!! [groans as he holds his anger in, then calms down and picks Fidget up] Oh, my dear Fidget. You have been hanging upside down too long.Fidget: You mean, you're not mad? I'm glad you're taking it so well. [Professor Ratigan takes Fidget behind a wall. A bell is heard ringing and screaming soon follows. Cut to Felicia holding a struggling Fidget in her paw, about to eat him] Not me, you idiot! No, stop, you stupid furball! [He breaks free, but Felicia catches him and stuffs him into her mouth] Open up! Open up! Oh! Ay! Ah! Ooh! You're hurting my wing!Professor Ratigan: [ranting to himself] How dare that idiot Basil pokes his stupid nose into my wonderful scheme and foul up everything?!Fidget: [inside Felicia's mouth] Let me out! Let me out! [opens Felicia's mouth and still struggling for help] Help! [Felicia puts Fidget backs in her mouth with her finger]Professor Ratigan: Oh, I can just see that insufferable grin on his smug face! [realizes something] Yes. Yes, I can just see it. Felicia, release him.Fidget: [inside Felicia's mouth] I'm too young to die! [Felicia sulks for a moment, then spits out a battered Fidget]Professor Ratigan: [holding Fidget up by his cheeks] Fidget, you delightful little maniac. You've presented me with a singular opportunity. [drops Fidget, feigning a look of concern] Poor Basil. Oh, he's in for a little surprise. [Back at Basil's flat, the detective has lit a lamp and is studying the list with his magnifying glass, Dawson at his side.]Basil of Baker Street: Offhand, I can deduce very little. Only that the words are written with a broad pointed quill pen which has spattered, twice. That the paper is of… [He tosses it in his hand, testing the weight to determine what type of paper it is.] …native Mongolian manufacture, no water mark. And has… [With these words, he has discovered something else; Basil puts the paper to his lips and smacks it several times.] …been gummed, if I’m not very much in error… [For the next step, he sniffs at the paper, and holds it at arms length in disgust at the result.] …by a bat who has been drinking Rodent’s Delight! A cheap brandy sold only in the seediest pubs.Dr. David Q. Dawson: Hmm. Amazing. [Basil continues rummaging at his desk for the next stage.]Basil of Baker Street: Oh not really, Doctor. We still don’t know where it came from. [He pulls out his microscope to take a closer look.] Perhaps a close inspection will tell us something. [he focuses the lens on the letter.] Hmm-hmm. Hmm. Coal dust. Clearly of the type used in sewer lamps. [Dawson tries to look through the microscope, but Basil has taken the list and is holding it over a small flame, letting it catch fire.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Uh, but Basil, I-I-Basil of Baker Street: [Quietly] Shhh! Don’t speak! [Basil lets the ashen remains of the list fall into a bowl, and he pats it down with a small wooden masher. He pours the contents onto a glass jar of a yellow chemical, which turns blue. Dawson stares at the liquid with his bifocals while Basil returns with a vial of a red chemical.]Basil of Baker Street: Excuse me, Dawson. [He holds the red chemical over the jar carefully.] Steady hand… [Basil lets a single drop fall. A small puff of smoke comes out as the chemical turns violet. Basil sets the jar below a glass spout and reaches to the other side of the chemistry set to turn on a small flame.] [The green chemical inside bubbles up and slowly makes its way through the tubes, Basil encouraging it soflty.]Basil of Baker Street: Yes, yes. Good, good. Come along, come along, come along, come along. Come along, come along, come along come along…. Haha… Yes, yes, good, good. No, bad. Good, good, oh, no. Come along, come on. Yes, come on. [Basil and Dawson watch intently as a single green droplet is hanging above the violet chemical.]Basil of Baker Street: Yes… Yes… [The drop falls, making the chemical turn red, to Basil's elation.]Basil of Baker Street: Ah-ha! [He puts his arm around Dawson in companionship.] We’ve done it, old fellow! This reaction could only have been triggered by the paper’s extreme saturation with distillation of sodium chloride. [Basil moves away from the table as Dawson continues to study the now-clear chemical.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Salt water? Great Scott. [Basil rummages through his set of maps of the London area.]Basil of Baker Street: It proves beyond a doubt, this list came from the riverfront area. [Basil uses his darts from earlier in the movie to pin the map to the wall.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Ah, now steady on there, Basil.Basil of Baker Street: No, no. Elementary, my dear Dawson. We merely look for a seedy pub at the only…spot… [Basil marks said spot with another dart.]Basil of Baker Street: [Lower voice] …where the sewer connects to the waterfront. [Cut to the waterfront. Toby is sitting on the pier, looking down below him as Basil whispers to him softly.]Basil of Baker Street: Stay, Toby, stay. [The camera pans downward, and we see Basil is disguised as a sailor and is using a fake moustache, and is approaching the front door to a pub called The Rat Trap.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Uh, Basil? [Basil pulls out a cigarette, intending to look at home in the pub.]Basil of Baker Street: Come, come, Dawson. [Dawson is heard from behind the pier column.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: I feel utterly ridiculous.Basil of Baker Street: Don’t be absurd. You look perfect. [Dawson steps out in pirate disguise, with a bandana, an earring, an eye patch, and a stripped shirt that is much too short for him. He keeps trying to tuck it into his pants, with no luck.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Incredulous] Perfect? Perfectly foolish! [Basil shushes him as he opens the door. It certainly is a seedy pub, where clearly every lowlife in London has gathered. The mice are all smoking, playing poker, or drinking at the bar. Some are even passed out from the amount of alcohol they’ve drunk.] [A mouse is playing the piano as an octopus onstage is juggling three balls while tap dancing.] [The barmaid is tickling a patron under his chin, but when he puckers his lips for a kiss, she punches him so hard he flies from his chair. Basil strikes his match against the wall and lights his cigarette.]Basil of Baker Street: [Whispering] Dawson…stay close and do as I do. [The bartender is cleaning a mug and looks to Basil and Dawson as they approach. Basil signals him for service as he walks to a table. Dawson copies his movements, though his seem to be a little more exaggerated.] [The bar patrons are eyeing them suspiciously. A knife suddenly lands at the floor in Dawson's path, and he stumbles back, knocking a woman’s chair forward.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Ah! Oh I do beg your pardon, Madam. [Obviously in on the prank, she blows her cigarette smoke in his face, making him choke.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Quite unintentional, I assure you. (Coughs) [Everyone laughs at his coughing as the woman returns to her poker game.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Angrily] How impertinent!Basil of Baker Street: [Whispering] Remember, Dawson, we’re low-life ruffians.Dr. David Q. Dawson: Well, I was until that… [Basil shushes him as they take their seats. Dawson gives a haughty nod at the woman.] [On stage, the octopus has nearly finished his dance. The pianist is getting nervous seeing the unhappy faces of all the patrons. The octopus finishes, and catches his balls in his hat and bows, apparently very surprised to hear the applause coming from Dawson; the rest of the pub boo the cephalopod and quickly drown him out.]Lowlife: Get off, you eight-legged bum! [The octopus quite literally runs for his life offstage as food, knifes, bottles, and darts are thrown towards him. The barmaid comes up to Basil and Dawson's table.]Barmaid: What’s your pleasure, mates?Dr. David Q. Dawson: [In normal voice] Uh.. I’ll have a dry sherry with… oh perhaps a twist of- [Basil has clamped his hand over Dawson's mouth, and has adopted a tough-guy Cockney accent to cover up his associate.]Basil of Baker Street: Two pints for me and my shipmate. Oh, by the way. We just got into port. We’re looking for an old friend of mine. Maybe you know him. Goes by the name… [softly in his normal voice] of Ratigan! [At the mention of Ratigan, the barmaid gasps, as well as several poker players and the pianist. They stare at Basil in shock as the barmaid recovers from her shock, clearly unwilling to admit her knowledge of the criminal mastermind.]Barmaid: I, uh…never heard of him. [Dawson is nervous at all the stares, but Basil seems to be pretty pleased with the reaction he got.] [The pianist has started another song, and the curtains open to reveal a salamander on a unicycle, exhausted from the effort of holding a huge frog on his shoulders. The patrons immediately resume booing and throwing food and weapons onstage.] [As a knife strikes the piano, the pianist nervously begins the third act. The patrons are already armed with chairs, darts, and one with an ax, ready to throw them at whoever is next.] [But when the curtains open, a pretty lady mouse stands onstage, wearing a blue tank top, purple skirt, and pink shawl. The patrons slowly lower their weapons as she begins to sing to them.]Miss Kitty: [Singing] ♪Dearest friends, dear gentlemen ♪ Listen to my song ♪ Life down here’s been hard for you ♪ Life has made you strong ♪ Let me lift the mood ♪ With my attitude♪ [As the beat picks up, she begins to strut onstage as every eye is focused on her, bouncing along with her song. Dawson looks as though he’s fallen in love.]Miss Kitty: ♪ Hey fellas ♪ The time is right ♪ Get ready ♪ Tonight’s the night ♪ Boys, what you’re hopin’ for will come true ♪ Let me be good to you♪ [Basil seems to be the only one uninterested in the singer. He turns over to the bar and sees the barmaid whisper something into the bartender’s ear, who discreetly pours the contents of a vial into two mugs of beer.]Miss Kitty: ♪ You tough guys ♪ You’re feelin’ all alone ♪ You rough guys ♪ The best o’ you sailors and bums ♪ All o’ my chums ♪ So dream on ♪ And drink your beer ♪ Get cozy ♪ Your baby’s here ♪ You won’t be misunderstood ♪ Let me be good to you♪ [She moves behind the curtain as the band joins in, picking up the beat even more. The curtains pull back, and Miss Kitty is joined by two other twin lady mice, in pink hats, dresses and black elbow length gloves.]Miss Kitty: ♪ Hey fellas ♪ I’ll take off all my blues ♪ Hey fellas ♪ There’s nothin’ I won’t do ♪ Just for you!♪ [During these lyrics, Miss Kitty puts on black gloves, removed her shawl, and ripped off her skirt, revealing her garter and feather boa around her waist.] [The patrons whistle, and one is being restrained as he tries to climb onstage; Miss Kitty kicks him down. She then points to Dawson, who seems very bashful now. She leaves the stage, leaving the other lady mice onstage to dance for the pub.] [The barmaid has returned to Basil and Dawson's table, and hands them their drinks.]Barmaid: There you are, boys. It’s uh… on the house.Dr. David Q. Dawson: I say, how very generous. [Suspicious of the contents of the vial and this generous offer, Basil swirls his finger in the beer and takes a small taste, which confirms his suspicions.]Basil of Baker Street: Dawson…these drinks have been… [Unfortunately, Dawson has already drained his beer.]Basil of Baker Street: [Squeaks] Drugged!Dr. David Q. Dawson: [Drunkenly] Has a rather nice bite to it. [Under the influence, Dawson turns his attention back to the stage, and cheers and applauds loudly.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Jolly good, ladies, jolly good!Basil of Baker Street: Dawson, get ahold of yourself!Dr. David Q. Dawson: [undisturbed] Oh, bravo, bravo. [Basil is irritated until he hears the sound of a peg-legged figure approaching. Fidget's attention is focused on the showgirls as well, and doesn’t notice that Basil has seen him.] [Fidget's peg gets caught in a hole in the floorboard, and he falls and angrily yanks his foot out, sending himself stumbling back into the bar. During this, Miss Kitty has come back on stage and is finishing her song.]Miss Kitty: So dream on And drink your beer Get cozy Your baby’s here Hey boys, I’m talkin’ to youBasil of Baker Street: If it isn’t our peg-legged friend. Dawson, ooh hoo, what luck! [Unfortunately, Dawson is gone.]Basil of Baker Street: Dawson? [He looks towards the stage and discovers his friend has joined the dance. He is more panicked] Dawson! [Miss Kitty takes his arm and swings him around, and he rejoins the twins. Basil slaps his forehead and drags his hand down his face.]Miss Kitty: Your baby’s gonna come through Let me be good to you! [At this ending, the twins each give Dawson a kiss on the cheek. He giggles, then drunkenly twirls right of stage and onto the piano. Miss Kitty strikes one final pose.]Miss Kitty: Yeah! [A dazed Dawson is having visions of showgirls dancing around his head. The pianist, angry that the mouse has destroyed his instrument, is ready to hit him with a plank, but just as he swings, Dawson slumps down again. The pianist instead hits the head of a big, burly mean-looking mouse, who stands up and prepares to fight.] [Nervously, the pianist tries to hide the plank, but the larger mouse grabs him by the neck and is about to punch him. The pianist ducks the punch, which hits the piano instead, and it crashes into the band members, sending them and Dawson flying in separate directions. Dawson lands on his back as a full-blown bar fight breaks out.] [Mice are strangling each other, hitting them with whatever they can, be it a shoe, a chair, or kicking them as they swing from a ceiling lamp. The barmaid and bartender rush over to break up the fight as Fidget enjoys his mug of Rodent’s Delight.] [Several gunshots go off, some of which shatter the light bulbs. Basil has found Dawson and is helping him sit up, lightly slapping his cheek to wake him up.]Basil of Baker Street: Dawson? Dawson! [The drug is wearing off, and the sounds of gunfire awake Dawson.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: What? What? [He then sees the fight in progress.] What in heaven’s name is going on?Basil of Baker Street: I’ve spotted our peg-legged- [he looks to the bar, but Fidget is gone. he helps Dawson to his feet to begin looking for the bat.] Come on, old fella. There’s not a moment to lose. [The bar fight has become even more violent. Basil sees a trapdoor behind the bar and he and Dawson move towards it, unnoticed. The fight continues as Dawson climbs down the passageway, with Basil right behind him. Basil quietly shuts the door, just as a chair flies over and hits it.] [Down below, Basil sees Fidget up ahead, climbing into a drain pipe. Basil motions for Dawson to follow him and they quietly creep behind, as Fidget sings Miss Kitty's song to himself.]Fidget: [Singing] Let me be good to you…Ba-boo ba-boom…So dream on, and drink your beer…Your baby’s here! [Basil and Dawson look into the pipe, seeing Fidget pick up his lantern and disappear into the darkness.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil- [Basil shushes him and climbes inside the pipe.]Basil of Baker Street: Follow me. [The camera slowly pans upward. From inside the pipe, we can hear Basil and Dawson as they climb their way up the pipe.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Great Scott. I can’t see a thing.Basil of Baker Street: Shh. Grab my coat and follow along. No, no, no, not that way. Dawson, look out for your- [A sealed cap rattles as Dawson walks straight into it.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Oww! Confound it! [The camera continues moving up along with Basil and Dawson.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Do you have any idea where we’re going?Basil of Baker Street: But, of course. Left turn. Right turn here, Doctor. [The camera fades out and back in as we reach the drain grate by Ratigan's hideout. Basil lifts up the grate to discover what he has been looking for.]Basil of Baker Street: Ah-ha, Dawson! We found it! Ratigan’s secret lair! [he climbs out and holds the grate open for Dawson.] And it’s filthier than I imagined. [They slowly creep over to the entrance, and notice Olivia curled up in the bottle, apparently asleep, with her back to them.]Basil of Baker Street: Dawson…the bottle! [They carefully sneak over to the bottle. Basil jumps on the neck of the bottle and begins to pull at the cork.]Basil of Baker Street: [Grunting] It’s stuck!Dr. David Q. Dawson: [whispers to Olivia as he knocks on the glass.] Olivia? [Fidget, as it turns out, was dressed in Olivia's clothing. He turns to them, with a sinister smile as he makes a kissy face.]Thugs: SURPRISE!!![Basil drops to the ground, startled, as a large banner that reads "Welcome Basil" unfurls from the ceiling. Balloons are released and confetti flies as Ratigan's thugs clap and cheer mockingly for our heroes. Ratigan stands at the doorway, applauding.]Professor Ratigan: Bravo, Basil! A marvelous performance. Though frankly, I expected you 15 minutes earlier. Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy?Basil of Baker Street: Ratigan, no one can have a higher opinion of you than I have. And I think you are a slimy, contemptible sewer rat!Professor Ratigan: Oh, Basil, I just love your disguise! One would hardly recognize you: the greatest detective in all Mousedom! [laughs]Basil of Baker Street: [enraged] Ratigan, so help me.... [shouts] ....I'LL SEE YOU BEHIND BARS YET!Professor Ratigan: [also enraged] You fool! Isn't it clear to you? The superior mind has triumphed! I've won! [He, Fidget, and the rest of their posse start laughing at Basil. Basil steels himself against the jeering and pointing, but after a few moments, he slumps and hangs his head as the cruel laughter continues and Professor Ratigan points at him] Ooh, I love it, I love it, I love it! [Cut to a few moments later, where several of Ratigan's thugs have tied Basil and Dawson to a mousetrap, and are now setting the trap.]Professor Ratigan: You don’t know what a delightful dilemma it was trying to decide on the most appropriate method for your demise. [Fidget nervously sets the switch and scampers away. Dawson flinches as the bone-breaking metal vibrates slightly. Basil is looking catatonic and is simply staring off into space.]Professor Ratigan: [High voice] Oh, I had so many ingenious ideas I didn’t know which to choose. [Normal] So, I decided…to use them all. [gives a grand gesture to reveal a gun, a crossbow, an axe, and an anvil, all of which are aimed directly at the mousetrap.] Marvelous, isn’t it? Oh ho… But here, let me show you how it works! First, a sprightly tune I've recorded especially for you. [indicates a record player]. As the song plays, the cord tightens, and when the song ends, the metal ball is released, rolling along its merry way until;–– snap! [indicates a mousetrap]. Boom! [indicates a gun] Twang! [indicates a crossbow] Bunk! [indicates an axe and an iron weight] Splat! And so ends the short, undistinguished career of Basil of Baker Street.Dr. David Q. Dawson: You're despicable!Professor Ratigan: Yes. [He chuckles as Fidget, now dressed in a British guard uniform, runs over to him.] Everything’s ready, Fidget?Fidget: All set, boss. [Ratigan peeks inside a large white box with a pink ribbon, and he chuckles wickedly.]Professor Ratigan: Oh, this is wicked! So delightfully wicked. [Several thugs, dressed in British Guard uniforms as well, move the package as Ratigan walks over to Flaversham, who is bound by ropes, standing by Olivia's bottle, where we see that she’s safe and sound…for now.]Professor Ratigan: Mr. Flaversham, let me congratulate you on a superb piece of craftsmanship. [knocks at the glass.] See what you can do with the proper motivation? [cackles and pinches Flaversham's cheek as more of his thugs, all dressed in the uniforms, climb onto Felicia's back.] You all know the plan.Thugs: [Saluting] Right, Professor.Professor Ratigan: It was my fond hope to stay and witness your final scene, but you were fifteen minutes late. And I do have an important engagement at… [Stresses] Buckingham Palace. [Dawson eyes him in disgust, since he now knows Ratigan's plan.]Professor Ratigan: Now, I would love to stay and watch, but you were fifteen minutes late, and I do have an important engagement at Buckingham Palace. Now you will remember to smile for the camera, won't you? Hmm? Say Cheese!Dr. David Q. Dawson: You fiend!Professor Ratigan: Sorry, chubby. You should have chosen your friends more carefully. [starts the record and prepares to leave the room.]Record: (Ratigan singing) Goodbye so soon, and isn’t this a crime? We know by now that time knows how to fly [Fidget is operating a dirigible, and flies by Ratigan. The mysterious package is attached by a rope, a ladder is lowered, and Ratigan climbs on, waving.]Professor Ratigan: Adieu, auf wiedersehen, arrivederci, farewell!Record: So here’s goodbye, so soon…Professor Ratigan: (Chuckles) Bye bye, Basil. [Now in the dirigible, Ratigan steers it in and up through the furnace and into the night.]Record: You'll find your separate way With time so short I’ll say so long And go so soon Goodbye [Back inside, the record is slowly tightening the cable.]Record: You followed me, I followed you We were like each other’s Shadows for a while Now as you see This game is through So although it hurts I’ll try to smile As I say… [The music continues to play as Olivia stares out of her glass prison at Basil and Dawson, the latter of whom is obviously disbelieving.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Wh-wh-what did he mean, "an engagement at Buckingham Palace"?Basil of Baker Street: Haven't you guessed, Doctor? The Queen's in danger, the Empire's doomed.Dr. David Q. Dawson: [stunned] The Queen?! [Outside Buckingham Palace, trumpets play as the camera moves down show the mouse entrance. Even now, well dressed mice are entering to see the Jubiliee.] [Inside her bedroom, the Queen is preparing herself. Little does she know that just outside her doors, her guards have been ambushed and replaced by Ratigan's thugs.]Thug: Psst-over here. Come over here. [The Queen is distracted by the sound of knocking at her door and adjusts her crown before answering.]The Mouse Queen: Hmm? Come in.Thug: Ah, begging your Majesty’s pardon. A present has just arrived in honor of your Jubilee. [The thug moves aside as Fidget and several others bring the large package inside. The Queen is delighted, and walks over.]The Mouse Queen: A present? Oh how wonderful! Ah, I just adore Jubilees.Fidget: [hands her the attached note.] Here you are, sweetheart. The Mouse Queen: [eyeing him suspiciously] Have you… been with us… long? [opens the note and begins reading.] "To our beloved Queen this gift we send, as her 60 year reign…" [Her expression and voice twist in puzzlement at the final line.] "…comes to an - end?"[Fidget and the other thugs pull the ribbons and sides down to reveal an exact robot replica of the Queen. She studies it.]The Mouse Queen: How extraordinary![Suddenly, the robot comes to life and grabs at the Queen. She runs as the Robot Queen chases her around the bedroom.]The Mouse Queen: Goodness gracious![The robot suddenly halts, as Ratigan appears at her doorway, with Flaversham operating the controls.]Professor Ratigan: Amazing likeness, isn’t it, Your Majesty? The Mouse Queen: Professor Ratigan! Guards! Seize this despicable creature![Fidget snickers, as the guards will only obey Ratigan now. Ratigan repeats the command back through the speaker.]Professor Ratigan: Guards, seize this… The Mouse Queen: Despicable creature![Ratigan laughs into the speaker, giving the Robot Queen his same cruel laugh. His thugs now have hold of the true Queen.]The Mouse Queen: How dare you! Professor Ratigan: Take her away! [He rings Felicia's bell.]The Mouse Queen: Let go of me, you ruffians! Fidget: Move along, honey! The Mouse Queen: You fiends![As they drag the Queen away, Ratigan wipes his handkerchief on the now-silent Robot Queen's cheek.]The Mouse Queen: [Whining] Traitors![Back at Ratigan's lair, the record is still playing, but Basil has still made no attempt to free everyone. Olivia is pushing at the cork, to no avail.]Record: It's through so although it hurts I’ll try to smile as I say goodbye So soon and isn’t this… Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil? Basil of Baker Street: [groans]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil?!? Basil of Baker Street: Oh, how could I have been so blind? Dr. David Q. Dawson: Well, we all make mistakes, but we can't let that stop us. We have to. Basil of Baker Street: Ratigan's proved he's more clever than I. He never would have walked into such an obvious trap. Dr. David Q. Dawson: Oh, pull yourself together. You can stop that villain.[The record begins to skip over Ratigan's continues 'So Long' with repeating the song: "Goodbye So Soon".]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil, the record! Basil of Baker Street: It's finally happened! I've been outwitted! Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil, please! Basil of Baker Street: Beaten! Duped! Made a fool of! So ridiculed and belittled! Dr. David Q. Dawson: [finally loses his temper] That's enough! [The record resumes playing, startling Dawson.] Dash it all, Basil. The Queen's in danger. Olivia's counting on us. We're about to be horribly splattered, and all you can do is lie there feeling sorry for yourself. I know you can save us, but if you've given up, then why don't we just set it off now and be done with it?! Record: We know by now that time knows how to fly…[Fed up, Dawson scowls and awaits their demise, but Basil starts to think]Basil of Baker Street: [weak chuckle] Set it off now. [eyes widening as he realizes something] Set it... off... now? [suddenly regains his old confidence] Yes, ha-ha-ha, yes, we... we'll set the trap off NOW!Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil, wait. I didn't mean that we ought--[The marble starts falling as the record's done.]Basil of Baker Street: Angle of the trajectory, multiplied by the square root of an isosceles triangle.... [mutters] ....dividing Guttermeg's principle of opposing forces in motion, [continues to mutter] and adjusting for the difference in equilibrium.... [all this while the marble has been rolling closer and closer] Dawson, at the exact moment I tell you, we must release the triggering mechanism. Get ready Dawson, steady.... [Olivia pushed stuck the green bottle in a corks] now! [Dawson screams and the trigger is released, but the bar traps the marble, stops the bar. A spring pops off, hits the gun which misfires into the crossbow. The bow is offset, hitting the axehead off and causing it to chop the mousetrap in half, freeing the two. Finally, the anvil crashes down, burying the axe, shaking the ground, and causes Olivia's bottle to shake and pop her out. Basil then whips off his disguise, and puts his detective outfit back on.] Thank you, Dawson. [catches Olivia] Smile, everyone! [Their pictures are taken][Meanwhile, at the palace, Ratigan's thugs are playing the trumpets to announce the queen’s entrance. The crowd is fooled by the Robot Queen as it steps out.]The Robot Queen: On this most august occasion, we are gathered here not only to commemorate my 60 years as Queen, but to honor one…[Ratigan watches from behind the curtains with the voice was really Flaversham. A rifle is pointed at his back as one of the thugs is holding the notecards for Flaversham to read.]Hiram Flaversham: …of truly! Noble! Stature I present to you a statesman among mice, a gifted leader… The Robot Queen: [Continuously] …a crusader for justice…[The Queen was still muffled crying, is being dragged to the balcony by Fidget.]Fidget: Over here, fatty. You’re a ton, toots.[The Queen's eyes widen as she sees Felicia jumping up and down outside, eager for a snack fit for a queen.]Fidget: Here kitty, kitty. Time for mouse chow. The Robot Queen: …a majestic mountain of humility, and my new Royal Consort…Professor Ratigan![The crowd backs away, horrified as Ratigan bursts out, wearing a crown and purple robe decorated with medals. A child blows a raspberry at him, and his mother quickly covers his mouth.][Outside, Basil, Olivia and Dawson are now back at the waterfront. Basil whistles and Toby comes running.]Basil of Baker Street: Toby![Toby kisses Olivia.]Basil of Baker Street: The game’s afoot, Toby. Our Queen is in mortal danger.[Toby puts his game face on, and his ear makes a whip sound as he folds it into a staircase. Basil and the others climb onto his neck, and Basil points ahead.]Basil of Baker Street: [Shouting] To Buckingham Palace![Barking, Toby rushes ahead. Back at the Palace, Ratigan gives an exaggerated bow to the Robot Queen.]Professor Ratigan: Thank you, Your Majesty. And now, as your new Royal Consort, I have a few…slight suggestions. (he pulls out a roll of paper and lets it fall, where it rolls down the aisle of the Grand Hall and well past the curtain, where one of his men has opened it for him.) Ahem. Item one.[Fidget is grunting as he carries the Queen on his back, who is kicking him.]Fidget: Stop that! [Grunting][Toby is still racing towards the castle, running right in front of a carriage. The horses rear back, but Toby, undaunted, keeps running. Dawson has once more fallen back and is hanging on to Toby's tail for dear life.][Fidget has made it to the edge of the balcony, where Felicia is sitting below, waiting patiently. Toby has made it to the palace, and holds his nose to a ledge, where Basil, Olivia, and Dawson race in through a mouse hole. Fidget now has the Queen held high over his head, and Felicia's jaws are open.]Fidget: [Straining] Nuts… Open wide. Bye-bye![Basil and the others race down the hallway. Just as Fidget is about to throw the Queen over, Basil grabs her. Fidget falls, and attempts to fly away from Felicia, who is unintentionally attempting to eat him instead of the Queen.][He manages to cling to the edge of the balcony, and is trying to avoid Felicia's jaws.]Fidget: Down, down, kitty! Down![The sound of barking distracts Felicia, and she turns to see Toby running straight for her. She screeches, and runs as fast as she can, with Toby close behind.][Professor Ratigan reads an extremely long list of laws he intends to pass as the Queen's Royal Consort]Professor Ratigan: Item 96: [chuckles] A heavy tax shall be levied against all parasites and spongers, such as the elderly, the infirm, and especially [glaring] little children.The Crippled Old Mouse: That's ridiculous! You are insane! Professor Ratigan: Perhaps I haven't made myself clear. [Professor Ratigan grabs the crippled old mouse's crutch, jumps up on stage and snaps it in two.] I have the power! The Robot Queen: Of course you do. Professor Ratigan: I am supreme!The Robot Queen: Only you. Professor Ratigan: THIS IS MY KINGDOM! [laughs maniacally, then smugly turns to the "Queen"] That is, of course, with your Highness's permission. [The Robot Queen doesn't respond. Professor Ratigan slaps it gently to get it going again]The Robot Queen: Most assuredly.... you insidious fiend! Professor Ratigan: [horrified] What? The Robot Queen: You're not my royal consort! Professor Ratigan: [to the crowd] What a sense of humour. The Robot Queen: You're a cheap fraud and impostor! Professor Ratigan: [glaring offstage] Flaversham?![Cut to backstage, where we see Basil at the controls of the robot, Olivia and her father reunited and Fidget and the rest of Professor Ratigan's minions tied up by Dawson and the real Queen]Basil of Baker Street: [controlling the Robot Queen] A corrupt, vicious, demented, lowlife scoundrel! There's no evil scheme you wouldn't concoct![The Robot Queen's head springs up and bites Professor Ratigan on the nose. Professor Ratigan tries in vain to keep the robot down]The Robot Queen: No depravity you wouldn't commit![The Robot Queen rapidly starts flailing and falling apart until little remains but a pile of scrap metal and a pair of eyes and a set of teeth on a spring.]Basil of Baker Street: [Controlling the Robot Queen] You, Professor.... The Robot Queen: [as Professor Ratigan starts to grow infuriated, seeing through the insults] ....are none other than a foul stenchus rodentus, commonly known as a--! Professor Ratigan: DON'T SAY IT!Basil of Baker Street: [reveals himself] SEWER RAT!![Professor Ratigan screams in anger upon hearing Basil say it]Basil of Baker Street: Arrest that fiend![Professor Ratigan sees in horror that Basil is behind him]Basil, Dawson, Flaversham and the Queen tackle Ratigan as several other mice rush forward to help. Other mice are fighting of the rest of Ratigan's men. Olivia watches from behind the curtain, not noticing that Fidget has managed to free himself from his ropes.][Outside, Felicia is still running from Toby. She darts through bushes and flower beds and scrambles up a wall, where Toby can only leap up halfway and bark at her. Felicia snickers and lifts her chin at him. She turns, lifting her tail, and making a show of leaping down the other side.][Seconds later, she gives another terrified screech as several more dogs can be heard barking and growling. Felicia's ribbon and fur flies as the camera pans over to reveal she jumped right into the Royal Guard Dogs’ Kennel. Then Felicia was defeated.][Back inside, Ratigan throws his attackers away and sheds his robe. Fidget whistles at him from a high balcony, holding Olivia.]Fidget: The girl! The girl![Flaversham turns, horrified as Ratigan jumps from mouse to mouse, and grabs a robe to swing himself to the balcony. Basil, Dawson and Flaversham rush forward, only to freeze as Ratigan holds Olivia threateningly over the edge.]Professor Ratigan: Stay where you are or the girl dies! [He disappears behind the curtain, taking Olivia with him.]Basil of Baker Street: Hurry, Dawson! [he leads Dawson and Flaversham outside, then spots Ratigan's dirigible.] There he goes! [climbs up a flag pole and shouts down.] Dawson! Flaversham! Gather up those balloons.[Over a dozen balloons are tied to the palace gate. As Dawson and Flaversham move to take them, The Basil begins to lower the Union Jack! A storm is approaching as Fidget pedals the dirigible and Ratigan steers. Olivia is bravely standing up to the villain.]Olivia Flaversham: [to Professor Ratigan] Just wait! Basil's smarter than you! He's going to put you in jail. [tugs on his tail to accent her next few insults.] He's not afraid of a big, old, ugly, rat like youǃ Professor Ratigan: [being much stronger, easily takes his tail back.] Would you kindly sit down and SHUT UP?![Ratigan's yell sends Olivia flying back, knocking her over a stool and into the wall. Ratigan turns and sees the British flag flying in front of him, blocking his path. Fidget cowers as it moves higher.][Basil has taken the flag, the balloons, and a sliding match box for him, Dawson and Flaversham to fly in. Ratigan sneers and turns the dirigible as Fidget begins to pedal faster.]Basil of Baker Street: Let her go, chaps![Dawson and Flaversham release air from an open balloon, closing the distance between them and Ratigan easily. Ratigan leads them around roofs and chimneys, up and around a statue of Lord Nelson, and straight ahead towards the Tower Bridge.][Fidget pedals as fast as he can as Ratigan steers the dirigible just below the bridge. Dawson braces himself for a crash, but at the last moment, they move downward, just missing it. Up ahead, Fidget stops pedaling, out of breath and exhausted. Ratigan glares at his assistant as the bat hops inside and gestures towards Olivia.]Fidget: We have to lighten the load! [looks pointedly at Olivia]Professor Ratigan: [mockingly] Ohh. You want to lighten the load? Excellent idea![Professor Ratigan grabs Fidget and tosses him overboard]Fidget: [as he pitifully flutters in the air] No! Not me! Wait, I can't fly! I can't fly! [Fidget falls to a watery death in the hames as Ratigan hops on the propeller and moves forward but Fidget was defeated. However, Basil and the others have finally caught up, and the detective is preparing to jump.]Basil of Baker Street: Steady![Basil catches the tail of the aircraft, swinging forward. Ratigan ducks as Basil's feet just miss him. The two adversaries glare at each other, until a terrified scream comes from Olivia. With Ratigan at the pedal, there is no one to steer, and they are heading directly for Big Ben!]Olivia Flaversham: AAAAAAAH!!!Professor Ratigan: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH![And 'CRASH!!' On the mouse-made hot air balloon, all Dawson and Flaversham can do is stare at the empty dirigible hanging from the hole, and pray that their friends are alright.][Inside the clock tower, Basil awakens and rubs his neck, then stares in shock and amazement at the gears and cogs surrounding him. Creeping up unnoticed behind him is Ratigan, his left fist poised, ready to knock Basil down, while the other hand is clamped over Olivia's mouth. The little girl struggles and finally pulls Ratigan's hand off her]. Olivia Flaversham: [Screaming] Basil, look out![Basil turns as Ratigan knocks him down. Basil rolls and catches the ends of the rotating gear, trying to pull himself back up as Ratigan prepares to deliver another blow. Olivia bites his hand, making Ratigan scream in pain, giving Basil the opportunity to climb up the gear and seize the professor’s cape, and tangle it between two gears.][Ratigan drops Olivia to hold onto his cape to keep from getting strangled, but succeeds in kicking her off the gear. She falls, landing on a much larger gear, connected to another one that will crush her in a matter of seconds.][Thinking quickly, Basil jumps from the gear and onto a lever, which lifts up a chain towards her. The final keg is approaching Olivia as Basil gets closer. She tries to flatten herself against the gear as Basil reaches his hand up. Basil seizes her arm just as the gears connect, and the two smile at each other as the chain continues to lift them to the top of the tower.][Down below, Ratigan's face is filled with anger. As he watches the pair make their escape, his sanity snaps, and with a burst of strength, he tears his cape in half, freeing himself. Basil and Olivia stop at the hole at the top of the tower, trapped. The camera zooms downward as the storm outside gains power.][Inside, Ratigan is completely consumed by hatred. Gone is the egotistical gentleman; in his place is a terrifyingly dangerous monster. He runs through and around the many gears, his clothes becoming torn and ragged.][Outside, Olivia is tugging on Basil's coat and pointing to Dawson and Flaversham, who are approaching. Ratigan is getting closer. Basil realizes this, and lifts Olivia into his arms, holding her up. Dawson is holding Flaversham by his apron as the toymaker is leaning forward as far as he can, trying to reach Olivia.]Basil of Baker Street: Closer, Dawson! Closer![Ratigan leaps onto the striking hammer, nearly falling, but scrambles up and leaps forward. Basil is still trying to lift Olivia as high as he can, but Olivia and Flaversham can’t quite make it.]Olivia Flaversham: [Pained] Daddy, I can’t reach! I can’t reach![Basil turns just in time to see Ratigan leap forward to tackle him. He grunts as Ratigan catches him midsection and the two topple downward. Olivia is tossed into the air, and caught by Flaversham before she falls. They hug, but down below Ratigan is still holding onto Basil.][He tries to grasp the top of the tower, but between the rain and Ratigan's weight, he can’t get a good grip. They separate as they fall down the face of the clock. Midfall, Ratigan grabs Basil again, and they hit the hour hand. Basil is sent flying across and lands, his upper body laying over the edge.][His vision blurred for only a second, he moves back. Ratigan is nowhere in sight as Dawson calls out to him, approaching the edge of the hand. The thunderstorm is meanwhile shown to be very intense.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Basil! Over here![Basil looks relieved, but is barely able to take a single step towards his friends when Ratigan attacks him from behind, lifting him up with one arm. Basil manages to wriggle free and runs up towards the edge, but with frightening speed and agility, Ratigan is there, blocking his path.]Professor Ratigan: There’s no escape this time, Basil![Basil slides down the hand and tries to put distance between himself and the raging rat, but he is there once more, blocking him. Ratigan holds out his hand and unsheathes his razor-sharp claws, and hits Basil twice with such force it sends him flying back. His friends are trying to reach him as fast as they can, but Basil can’t hold out much longer.][Before he can even stand, Ratigan hits him again, this time at the face. Finally, he had drawn blood. Basil stumbled back, his hands covering a gash across his muzzle. A hard swipe across the chest knocked him off his feet. Gnashing his teeth, Ratigan swung downward as Basil turned his back on him to try and stand up. The black claws truly met their mark this time, slicing into the flesh of Basil’s back and sending pieces of fur and cloth flying. Basil cried out, falling to his knees. The next heavy blow smacked him to the very tip of the hour hand. He scrambled away from the edge and staggered up again, clutching his bleeding arm in pain.][Ratigan was upon him in a moment, still too rage-blind to recognize that Basil was on the verge of collapse. This was too profoundly satisfying to quit now. With yet another brutal smack to the throat, the battered mouse was flung up in the air and over the edge, where he just managed to grab hold. Ratigan snarled with savage frustration. He looked down, surveying the drop. It was a good seventy or eighty meters to the ground. Basil was staring up at him with huge, terrified eyes, his tattered jacket blowing in the gusts. Basil almost let go at the sight. Ratigan’s bulging yellow eyes and enormous teeth were just above him. His head appeared small in front of the massive shoulders and shaggy muscled chest. His breath hissed noisily through his teeth as he raised a bloody hand high over his head.][Lightning strikes as Ratigan rears back. Basil braces himself, but Ratigan's blow sends him down.][Dawson and Olivia both try to grab for him, but miss. They stare in disbelief as their friend plummets to the ground. Ratigan himself almost doesn’t believe it, but a cruel smile spreads across his face as he leaps up and laughs maniacally.]Professor Ratigan: I'VE WON! AHAHAHAHA![However, his victory is cut short…]Basil of Baker Street: On the contrary! [He has managed to catch the propellor of the ruined dirigible, as well as something else of value for Ratigan.] The game’s not over yet! [he rings Felicia's bell].[Ratigan only has time to check his pocket for his missing bell before 10:00 strikes. The striking hammer falls, and Big Ben sounds off. The vibrations force Ratigan over the edge and he falls.][He makes one final grab at Basil, catching him by his jacket. The ropes snap under the extra weight. Ratigan falls as Basil clings to the propeller, which has snapped free. Olivia, Dawson and Flaversham are helpless as both Ratigan and Basil, screaming, disappear below the clouds, but Ratigan was defeated. Then Olivia turns to her father and begins to sob.][A squeaking noise is approaching from below, and she leans back to look down. Basil is slowly making his way back up, pedaling with all his might as the propeller is lifting him higher. He hears his friends cheering and smiles.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: Ho ho! Hooray! Olivia Flaversham: Hooray! It’s Basil! (hugs Dawson as Flaversham jumps up and down.) Dr. David Q. Dawson: Good fellow. Jolly good! Ha![The storm is over as our four friends are finally together and safe.][Cut to Basil’s flat, where in place of Ratigan's picture, there is a newspaper clipping with a picture of Basil and Dawson bowing before the Queen, apparently being knighted for their bravery.][The headline reads: "Queen Honours Detective", along with the subheadlines "Queen Praises Detective Basil, Medal to be Given", and "Time Runs Out for Ratigan", confirming that Ratigan did not survive the plunge.]Dr. David Q. Dawson: [In awe] To be thanked by the Queen herself! Oh, how very thrilling, eh, Basil? '''Basil of Baker Street: [places Ratigan's bell on the mantle as a memory of this case.] All in a day’s work, Doctor. Olivia Flaversham: Oh, Dr. Dawson, you were wonderful! Dr. David Q. Dawson: [chuckles bashfully.] Hiram Flaversham: Indeed. [He looks at his pocketwatch and notices the time.] Oh my, we’re late to catch our train. Come along, Olivia. Olivia Flaversham: Yes, Father. [It is a very bittersweet moment as Olivia embraces the mouse who saved her life, as well as her father.] Olivia Flaversham: [hugs Basil] Goodbye, Basil. I'll never forget you. [Basil smiles at Olivia and leans down and puts his hands on her shoulders] Basil of Baker Street: Nor I you, Miss--Miss Flangerhanger. [Olivia stares for a moment, then shakes her head, a smile on her face] Dr. David Q. Dawson: [chuckles] Whatever. Olivia Flaversham: Goodbye, Dr. Dawson. Dr. David Q. Dawson: Goodbye, my dear. [Olivia walks over to the front door, and turns again.] Olivia Flaversham: [Whispers] Goodbye. [She leaves] Basil of Baker Street: Well, um… [sniffles] Not a bad little girl, actually. [Dawson puts on his hat and prepares to leave.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: Not at all. [Sighs] Well, it’s time I was on my way too. Basil of Baker Street: But, um…but I thought… Dr. David Q. Dawson: [does his jacket.] Well, the case is over. Mmm… Perhaps it’s…well, perhaps it’s best I found my own living quarters. Basil of Baker Street: But… [A knock at the door interrupts them.] Basil of Baker Street: Oh, now who can that be? [Dawson opens the door and a young lady mouse is standing outside, clearly in search of help.] Lady Mouse: [Hesitatingly] I-is this the home of the famous Basil of Baker Street? Dr. David Q. Dawson: Indeed it is, Miss. You look as if you’re in some trouble. [At his look of concern, the Lady Mouse commences crying and wiping at her eyes.] Lady Mouse: Oh, I am! I am! Dr. David Q. Dawson: Then, you’ve come to precisely the right place. [Basil seizes the moment to reveal what he was trying to say earlier, and puts his arm around Dawson.] Basil of Baker Street: Ah, allow me to introduce my trusted associate, Dr. Dawson, with whom I do all my cases. Isn’t that right, Doctor? [Dawson seems surprised at first, but then understands what Basil is asking him. They shake hands.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: What? What? Oh, yes. Yes! By all means. [The sentimental moment lingers for a bit, then Basil gets straight to business.] Basil of Baker Street: As you can see, Dawson, this young lady has just arrived from the Hampstead district and is troubled about the disappearance of an emerald ring missing from the third finger of her right hand. Now, tell me your story and, pray, be precise. [Outside Basil's window, Toby has an ear lifted, nodding along with Basil's conclusion. The camera zooms outward as Dawson concludes his narration and we see Sherlock Holmes on the top floor playing his violin again.] Dr. David Q. Dawson: [closing lines before the young girl plays the violin; voiceover] And so at last, From that time on, Basil and I were a close team, and over the years we had many cases together. But I shall always look back on that first with the most fondness: My introduction to Basil of Baker Street: Basil The Great Mouse Detective. Cast Barrie Ingham - Basil of Baker Street/Bartholomew Val Bettin - Dr. David Q. Dawson/Thug Guard Vincent Price - Professor Ratigan Candy Candido - Fidget the Bat/Bar Patron Alan Young - Hiram Flaversham Susanne Pollatschek - Olivia Flaversham Diana Chesney - Mrs. Judson External links 0091149 The Great Mouse Detective adventures_of_the_great_mouse_detective The Great Mouse Detective Category:1986 American animated films Category:1986 English-language films Category:Flash animated films Category:American children's animated comedy films Category:American children's animated fantasy films Category:American children's animated musical films Category:American children's animated mystery films Category:Films about mice Category:Animated films about father–daughter relationships Category:Animated films set in London Category:Films directed by Ron Clements Category:Films directed by John Musker