You know, Daddy,
this is my very best birthday.
Ahh... but I haven't
given you your present yet.
- What is it? What is it?
- Now, now. Close your eyes.
Uh-uh-uh-uh! Auch, no.
No peeking now.
Ohhh, Daddy!
You made this
just for me?
You're the most
wonderful father...
in the whole world!
Who is that?
I don't know!
Quickly, dear, stay in here
and don't come out.
Got ya, toy maker!
Oh, no! Olivia!
Daddy,
where are you?
Daddy,
where are you?
Daddy!
Daddy!
It was the eve of our
good queen's diamond jubilee...
and the year
Her Majesty's government came...
to the very brink
of disaster.
She...
I'm...
I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name is
Dr. David Q. Dawson,
most recently of
the queen's 66th regiment.
I had just arrived in London after
lengthy service in Afghanistan...
and was anxious
to find a quiet place,
preferably dry,
where I could rest
and find a bit of peace.
Little did I know...
that my life was
about to change forever.
Ohh!
Oh, my!
Are you all right,
my dear?
Come now. Come, come.
Here, here. Dry your eyes.
Ah, yes.
That's better.
- Now, tell me. What's troubling you, my dear?
- I...
I'm lost.
I... I'm trying to find
Basil of Baker Street.
Let me see here.
"Famous detective...
solves baffling
disappearance."
Mm-hmm!
But where are your
mother and father?
That's why I
m-m-must find Basil!
There, there, there.
Now, now, now.
I don't know
any Basil...
but I do remember
where Baker Street is.
Come with me.
We'll find this
Basil chap together.
Good evening,
madam.
Is this the residence
of Basil of Baker Street?
I'm afraid it is.
He's not here at the moment,
but you're welcome
to come in and wait.
I don't want to impose.
It's just the girl...
Oh, my!
You poor dear.
You must be chilled
to the bone!
Ohhh, but I know
just the thing.
Let me fetch you
a pot of tea...
and some of my
fresh cheese crumpets.
Ah-ha! The villain's
slipped this time!
I shall have him!
Out of my way!
Out of my way!
I say... who...
Who are you?
What? Who?
Basil of Baker Street,
my good fellow.
Mr. Basil,
I need your help, and...
- All in good time.
- But... But you don't understand.
- I'm in terrible trouble.
- If you'll excuse me.
Here, now, now.
Now see here!
This young lady
is in need of assistance.
- I think you ought to listen...
- Will you hold this, please, Doctor?
Of course.
Ah, wait
just a moment.
- How did you know I was a doctor?
- A surgeon, to be exact.
Just returned from military duty
in Afghanistan. Am I right?
Why, yes.
Major David Q. Dawson.
But how could you
possibly...
Quite simple. You've sewn your torn
cuff together with the Lembert stitch,
which of course,
only a surgeon uses.
And the thread is a unique form of catgut,
distinguished by its peculiar pungency,
found only in
the Afghan provinces.
Amazing.
Actually... it's elementary,
my dear Dawson.
What in heaven's name?
Oh! Oh!
My...
My good pillows!
Mr. Basil! How many times
have I told you...
There, there, Mrs. Judson,
it's quite all right.
Ah... mmm!
I believe I smell...
some of those delightful
cheese crumpets of yours.
- Why don't you fetch our guests some?
- But, ah, but, but...
Now... I know that bullet's
here somewhere.
Ah...
thank you, Miss...
- Flaversham. Olivia Flaversham.
- Yeah, whatever.
- Yes, but you don't understand.
- Shh!
Eh... yes!
Noooo!
Drat!
Another dead end.
He was within my grasp.
Now will you please
listen to me?
My daddy's gone,
and I'm all alone.
Young lady, this is
a most inopportune time.
Surely your mother
knows where he is.
I... I don't have a mother.
Well, um...
then perhaps...
See here! I simply have
no time for lost fathers.
I didn't lose him.
He was taken by a bat.
Did you say... bat?
- Yes.
- Did he have a crippled wing?
I don't know.
But he had a peg leg!
- Ha!
- I say, do you know him?
Know him? That bat,
one Fidget by name,
is in the employ of the very fiend who
was the target of my experiment!
The horror of
my every waking moment.
The nefarious
Professor Ratigan!
- Ratigan?
- He's a genius, Dawson.
A genius...
twisted for evil.
The Napoleon of crime.
As bad as all that, eh?
Worse! For years,
I've tried to capture him,
and I've come close,
so very close.
But each time he's
narrowly evaded my grasp.
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.
Who knows what
dastardly scheme...
that villain
may be plotting...
even as we speak.
Quite an ingenious scheme,
eh, Flaversham?
And aren't you proud
to be a part of it?
This whole thing...
It's monstrous!
We will have our device ready
by tomorrow evening, won't we?
You know what will happen if you... fail?
l... l...
I don't care.
You can do what you want with me.
I won't be a part of this...
this evil any longer.
Mmm... very well.
If that is your decision.
Oh, by the way.
I'm taking the liberty of having
your daughter brought here.
Olivia?
Yes.
Yes.
I would spend many
a sleepless night...
if anything unfortunate
were to befall her.
You wouldn't!
Finish it, Flaversham!
Oh, I love it when I'm nasty.
Fidget!
Fidget!
Bright and alert as always.
Here's the list.
You know what to do...
and no mistakes!
No, no. No mistakes.
"Tools, gears, girl, uniforms."
- Now, Fidget!
- I'm going, I'm going.
I'm going!
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!
Tomorrow evening
our beloved monarch...
celebrates
her diamond jubilee.
And... with
the enthusiastic help...
of our good friend,
Mr. Flaversham,
it promises to be a night
she will never forget.
Her last night... and my first...
as supreme ruler
of all mousedom!
# 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 #
# 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 #
#An even grimmer
plot has been simmering #
# In my great
criminal brain #
# Even meaner
you mean it #
# Worse than the widows
and orphans you drowned #
#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 #
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.
Boo!
For years that
insufferable pipsqueak...
has interfered
with my plans.
I haven't had
a moment's peace of mind.
Awww!
But...
all that's in the past!
This time, nothing, not even Basil...
can stand in my way!
All will bow
before me.
#Oh, Ratigan
Oh, Ratigan #
#You're tops
and that's that #
#To Ratigan
To Ratigan #
#To Ratigan the world's greatest rat #
What was that?
What did you call me?
He didn't mean it, Professor.
It was a slip of the tongue.
- I am not a rat!
- Of course you're not!
- You're a mouse.
- Yeah, that's right.
- A big mouse!
- Silence!
Oh, my dear Bartholomew.
I'm afraid that you
have gone and upset me.
You know what happens
when someone upsets me.
Ohhh!
#Oh, Ratigan
Oh, Ratigan #
#You're the tops
and that's that #
#To Ratigan
To Ratigan #
- Oh!
- Oh!
#The world's greatest ##
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, Felicia,
my precious, my baby.
Did Daddy's little honey-bun
enjoy her tasty treat?
I trust...
there will be
no further interruptions.
Ahem.
And now...
as you were singing.
## Even louder we'll shout it #
# No one can doubt
what we know you can do #
#You're more evil
than even you #
#Oh, Ratigan
Oh, Ratigan #
#You're one
of a kind #
#To Ratigan
To Ratigan #
#The world's greatest
criminal #
# Mind #
This case is most intriguing...
with its multiplicity
of elements,
its many twists
and turns.
Now... you're certain
you've told me everything?
The slightest detail
may be important.
It's just as I said.
And then my father was gone.
What do you
make of it?
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?
Quickly, Dawson,
we've not a moment to lose!
Uh, I'm right
behind you, Basil.
No sign of
the blackguard anywhere.
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.
- Uh... Basil?
- Ah-ha!
Excellent work, old man.
Ha-ha-ha!
Now, there's nothing
to be afraid of, my dear.
The scoundrel's
quite gone.
- Not for long, Miss Flamhammer.
- Flaversham!
Whatever. Now we simply pursue
our peg-legged friend...
until he leads us
to the girl's father.
Then you'll get
my daddy back?
Yes!
And quite soon,
if I'm not mistaken.
Now, hurry along, Dawson.
We must be off to... Toby's.
- Toby's? - Oh, you must meet him.
He's just the chap for this.
- You want me to come?
- Ha!
I should think a stouthearted
army mouse like you...
would leap at the chance
for adventure.
Well, I am
rather curious.
Wait for me!
I'm coming too!
What? Certainly not!
This is no business for children.
Are we going
to take a cab?
Oh... my dear,
I don't think
you understand.
It will be quite dangerous.
Why, you...
Look at...
Young lady, you are most
definitely not accompanying us.
And that is final!
And not a word
out of you.
- Is that clear?
- Shh!
I observe that there's a good deal
of German music on the program.
It is introspective,
and I want to introspect.
But, Holmes, that music
is so frightfully dull.
Come on.
Toby? Toby?
Who is Toby?
Well, my dear,
Toby is... well, he's...
I say, Basil,
who is this Toby chap?
Ahh...
here he is now.
Dawson...
Toby.
Charmed... I'm sure.
Now, Toby! Toby, stop that.
Toby, cease!
Desist! Ha!
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.
Hello, Toby.
Silly doggy!
Would you like
a crumpet?
Now, Toby? Toby!
To the matter at hand. I want you to...
Ahem, ahem, ahem!
Good.
Now, Toby...
Toby, I want you
to find...
...this fiend!
Yes, you know his type.
A villain.
A scoundrel!
Low brow. Close set eyes.
Broken wing.
Oh... he's a peg-legged bat
with a broken wing.
- Grrr!
- Yes! Yes! That's the spirit.
Got his scent?
Good boy, good boy!
- Miss Flamchester!
- Flaversham!
Whatever. Your father
is as good as found.
Toby... sic 'em!
Ah-ha! Yikes! Tallyho!
Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
The thrill of the hunt,
eh, Dawson?
Q-Quite.
Oh-hoo-hoo.
Our peg-legged quarry can't be far now.
Get the following.
Tools? Check,
I got tools.
Gears? Double check.
I got gears.
Girl? No,
didn't get girl.
Uniforms? I got plenty of uniforms.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
I gotta hide!
I gotta hide!
Splendid job, Toby!
Now, Toby,
sit!
Toby... sit.
Sit, Toby.
Good boy.
If you'll excuse me.
You be good now.
We're going to find my father.
# Ba-bom-bom #
# Ba-ba-bom
Ba-ba-bom #
Ah-ha!
Here is our friend's entrance.
But, Basil, how could he
fit through such a tiny...
Observe, Doctor.
Basil, you
astound me.
Shh, shh-shh.
Ohh! I beg your pardon. l...
Oh, my.
Upon my word,
I've never seen
so many toys.
Behind any of which could
lurk a bloodthirsty assassin.
So, please, Doctor, be very careful.
Oh! What the...
Ohhh!
Please!
Quiet.
Don't let this girl out of your sight.
Now, Olivia, dear,
stay close.
Hmm.
Checkmate.
Ah-ha.
Evidence of our
peg-legged adversary.
Mm-hmm.
Oo-oo-oo-oo.
Hmm...
how very odd.
What is it, Basil?
Isn't it painfully
obvious, Doctor?
These dolls have been stripped
of their uniforms.
And not by
any child, either.
Hello.
Someone has taken
the liberty of removing...
the clockwork mechanisms
from these toys.
- Basil.
- Please, I'm trying to concentrate.
But, Basil, I...
Aaah!
- Olivia!
- Gotcha.
Quickly, Doctor!
Ah, ya, ah! Look out!
Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Grrr!
Stop...
you fiend!
Help, Uncle Basil. Help! Help!
# I got the gears
I got the tools #
# I got the uniforms
I got the girl #
# Heh-heh heh-heh
Heh-heh #
Basil! Basil!
Mama. Mama.
Mama.
Basil!
Olivia... she's...
She's gone,
Dawson!
Confound it!
I told you to watch over the girl.
Now she's been spirited away
by that maniacal little monster,
soon to be in the clutches of the most
depraved mind in all of London!
I should have known
better than to...
than to...
Um, I, eh...
Dawson?
Dawson?
I say, Dawson,
old chap.
Oh, ah,
poor girl.
I should have watched
her more closely.
Don't worry,
old fellow.
It's not
entirely hopeless.
We'll get her back.
Do you think
there's a chance?
There's always a chance,
Doctor,
as long as
one can think.
Hmm. Ah.
Hmm?
"Get the following:
"tools, gears,
- What?
- Girl, uni..."
Dawson,
you've done it!
This list is
precisely what we need.
- What?
- Quickly, back to Baker Street.
Ah, Mr. Flaversham.
Allow me to present...
your charming daughter.
- Olivia!
- Father!
Owww! My foot!
My only foot!
Oh, Father!
I thought I'd never find you.
Oh, there, there,
my Bairn.
I'm all right. I was so worried
about my little girl.
Oh, how sweet.
Oh, I just love
tearful reunions.
Now, come along,
my dear.
Oh, please!
Please!
- Olivia! Oh, please, Professor!
- Father!
Now, now. Fidget will
take good care of her.
That is, as long as
we have no further delays.
Yes, yes, I'll finish it.
Just don't hurt my daughter.
Remember,
it must be ready...
tonight!
Stop! Let me go!
- You ugly old thing!
- That ought to hold ya.
Help! Let me out!
Let me out!
See how you like that.
Ah, the uniforms.
I knew I could rely on you.
Now, you didn't forget anything?
No problem.
I took care of everything.
Everything on the list.
Uh-oh.
- What's wrong?
- The list... I know...
- Where's the list?
- The list, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You see,
it was like this.
I was in the toy store getting uniforms,
when I heard "A-roo."
- "A-roo."
- You're not coming through.
A dog came. I ran.
I had baby bonnet,
girl in bag and Basil chased me.
What?
Basil on the case!
Why, you
gibbering little...
Oh, my dear Fidget,
you have been hanging
upside down too long.
You mean you're not mad?
I'm glad you're taking it so well.
Not me, you idiot. No,
stop, you stupid fur ball!
Open up! Open up! Ay, ay, ay!
You're hurtin'my wings!
How dare that idiot Basil poke his
stupid nose into my wonderful scheme...
and foul up
everything!
Let me out! Let me out!
Help!
I can just see that insufferable
grin on his smug face.
Yes, yes,
I can just see it.
Hee-hee-hee.
Felicia,
release him.
I'm too young to die!
Fidget, you delightful
little maniac.
You've presented me with
a singular opportunity.
Poor Basil!
Oh, he is in for
a little surprise.
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...
native Mongolian
manufacture, no watermark,
and has been gummed,
if I'm not in error,
by a bat who has been drinking
"Rodents Delight,"
a cheap brandy sold only
in the seediest pubs.
Hmm. Amazing.
Oh, not really, Doctor. We still
don't know where it came from.
Perhaps a closer inspection
will tell us something.
Hmm-hmm. Hmm.
Hmm-hmm.
Coal dust.
Clearly of the type...
used in sewer lamps.
- Uh, but Basil...
- Shh! Don't speak.
Excuse me, Dawson.
Steady hand.
Yes, yes.
Good, good.
Come along,
Come along.
Yes, yes. Good, good.
No, bad, bad.
Good, good.
Come along, come on.
Yes, come on.
Yes! Yes!
Ah-ha, we've done it,
old fellow!
This reaction could
only have been triggered...
by the paper's saturation with
distillation of sodium chloride.
Salt water?
Great Scot.
It proves
beyond a doubt...
this list came from
the riverfront area.
Now, steady on there, Basil.
No, no. Elementary,
my dear Dawson.
We merely look for
a seedy pub at the only...
spot where the sewer
connects to the waterfront.
Stay, Toby. Stay.
- Basil?
- Come, come, Dawson.
I feel utterly ridiculous.
Don't be absurd.
You look perfect.
- Perfect? Perfectly foolish.
- Shh-shh-shh.
Dawson.
Stay close
and do as I do.
Ah! Oh, I do beg
your pardon, madam.
Quite unintentional,
I assure you.
How impertinent!
- Remember, Dawson, we're low-life
ruffians. - Well, I was, until that...
Shh-shh.
Get off,
you eight-legged bum!
- What's your pleasure, mates?
- I'll have a dry sherry...
with perhaps a twist of...
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...
of Ratigan!
I... never heard of him.
# 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 #
# 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 #
#You tough guys #
#You're feelin'
all alone #
#You rough guys #
#The best of you
sailors and bums #
#All are 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 #
# Hey, fellas
I'll take off all my blues #
# Hey, fellas #
#There's nothing
I won't do #
#Just for you #
There you are, boys.
It's on the house.
I say,
how very generous.
Dawson...
These drinks have been...
drugged!
Has a rather
nice bite to it.
Jolly good, ladies.
Jolly good.
Dawson, get ahold
of yourself.
Ohh!
Bravo! Bravo!
# So dream on and drink your beer#
If it isn't our peg-legged friend.
Dawson,
what luck!
Dawson?
Dawson!
#Your baby's
gonna come through #
# Let me be good #
#To you #
Oooh!
Yeah!
- Dawson? Dawson!
- What? What?
What in heaven's name
is going on?
I've spotted
our peg-legged...
Come on, old fella.
There's not a moment to lose.
#Let me be good
to you #
#Ba-boo Ba-boom #
#So dream on and
drink your beer#
#Your baby's here #
- Basil.
- Shh-shh-shh.
Follow me.
Great Scot, I can't see a thing.
Shh, grab my coat and follow along.
No, no, no,
not that way.
- Dawson, look out for your...
- Owww!
Confound it!
Do you have any idea
where we're going?
But of course. Left turn.
Right turn here, Doctor.
Ah-ha, Dawson!
We found it.
Ratigan's secret lair.
And it's filthier
than I imagined.
Dawson... the bottle!
It's stuck.
Olivia.
Surprise!
Bravo! Bravo!
A marvelous performance.
Though frankly,
I expected you
15 minutes earlier.
Trouble with the
chemistry set, old boy?
Ratigan, no one can have a higher
opinion of you than I have.
And I think you're a slimy,
contemptible sewer rat.
By the way, Basil,
I just love
your disguise.
Really, one would
hardly recognize you.
The greatest...
detective...
in all mousedom!
Ratigan, so help me,
I'll see you
behind bars yet!
You fool!
Isn't it clear to you?
The superior mind has triumphed.
I've won!
Oh, I love it!
I love it!
Ha, ha-ha-ha!
Oh, I love it!
I love it!
You don't know what
a delightful dilemma it was...
trying to decide on the most
appropriate method for your demise.
I had so many
ingenious ideas...
I didn't know
which to choose.
So, I decided...
to use them all.
Marvelous, isn't it?
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.
When the song ends,
the metal ball is released,
rolling along
its merry way until...
Snap!
Boom! Twang! Thunk!
Splat!
And so ends the short,
undistinguished career...
of Basil
of Baker Street.
- You're despicable!
- Yes.
- Everything's ready, Fidget?
- All set, boss.
Oh, this is wicked!
So delightfully wicked.
Mr. Flaversham,
let me congratulate you on
a superb piece of craftsmanship.
See what you can do with
the proper motivation?
- You all know the plan.
- Right, Professor.
It was my fond hope...
to stay and witness
your final scene,
but you were
15 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.
- You fiend!
- Sorry, chubby.
You should have chosen
your friends more carefully.
#Good-bye so soon #
#And isn't this a crime #
#We know by now
that time #
Adieu, auf wiedersehen,
arrivederci, farewell.
#Good-bye so soon #
Bye-bye, Basil.
#With time so short
I'll say so long #
#And go so soon
Good-bye #
#You followed me
I followed you #
#We were like each other's
shadows for a while #
#Now as you see
this game is through #
Wh-What did he mean,
an engagement at Buckingham Palace?
Haven't you figured it out yet, Doctor?
- The queen's in danger,
and the empire's doomed. - The queen?
Psst. Over here.
Come over here.
Hmm? Come in.
Uh, begging
Your Majesty's pardon.
A present has just arrived
in honor of your jubilee.
A present?
Oh, how wonderful.
I just adore jubilees.
Here you are,
sweetheart.
Have you been
with us long?
"To our beloved queen.
"This gift we send...
as her 60-year reign...
comes to an end"?
How extraordinary!
Goodness gracious!
Amazing likeness,
isn't it,
Your Majesty?
Professor Ratigan!
Guards, seize this
despicable creature!
- " Guards, seize this...
...despicable creature."
How dare you?
Take her away.
Let go of me, you ruffians!
- Move along, honey.
- You fiends!
Traitors!
# It's through
so although it hurts #
# I'll try to smile #
#As I say good-bye
so soon #
Basil?
Basil?
Oh, how could I
have been so blind?
We all make mistakes.
But we can't let that stop us.
- We have to...
- Ratigan's proved he's more clever than I.
He would never have walked
into such an obvious trap.
- Oh, pull yourself together! You can stop that
villain! - # So long, so long, so long #
- # So long, so long, so long #
- Basil! The record! - Huh?
Oh, it's finally happened!
I've been outwitted!
- Oh, Basil, please.
- Beaten. Duped. Made a fool of.
- Oh, ridiculed, belittled...
- That's enough!
Dash it all, Basil! The queen's
in danger. Olivia's counting on us.
We're about to be "splatted," 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?
#We know by now
that time knows how to fly #
"Set it off now."
"Set it off now"?
Ye... Yeah.
Yes. We... We'll set
the trap off now!
Basil, wait! I didn't mean
that we ought to...
Angle of the trajectory multiplied by the
square root of an isosceles triangle...
Dividing Guttermeg's principle...
of opposing forces in motion...
and adjusting for the difference
in equilibrium...
Dawson, at the exact moment I tell you,
we must release the triggering mechanism.
- Wha...
- Get ready, Dawson.
Steady.
Now!
Thank you, Dawson.
Smile, everyone.
On this most august occasion,
we are gathered here not only
to commemorate...
my 60 years as queen,
but to honor one...
- of truly noble stature.
- ...of truly noble stature.
I present to you
a statesman among mice,
- a gifted leader,
- a gifted leader,
a crusader for justice...
Over here, fatty.
You're a ton, toots.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Time for mouse chow.
A majestic mountain
of humility...
and my new royal consort,
Professor Ratigan!
Toby!
The game's afoot, Toby.
Our queen is in mortal danger.
To Buckingham Palace!
Thank you, Your Majesty.
And now, as your new royal consort,
I have a few, uh,
slight suggestions.
Item one.
Stop it!
Nuts! Open wide!
Bye-bye!
Down, down, kitty! Down!
Item 96.
A heavy tax shall be levied against
all parasites and spongers,
such as the elderly,
the infirm...
and especially...
little children.
That's ridiculous!
You're insane!
Perhaps I haven't
made myself clear.
I have the power.
- Of course you do.
- I am supreme!
- Only you.
- This is my kingdom!
That is, of course,
with Your Highness' permission.
Most assuredly.
- You insidious fiend.
- What?
You're not
my royal consort!
- What a sense of humor!
- You're a cheap fraud, an impostor.
- Flaversham? - A corrupt, vicious,
demented, low-life scoundrel.
There's no evil scheme
you wouldn't concoct.
No depravity
you wouldn't commit.
- You, Professor...
...are none other than...
a foul stenchus rodentus,
commonly known as a...
- Don't say it!
- Sewer rat!
Arrest that fiend!
The girl! The girl!
Stay where you are
or the girl dies!
Hurry, Dawson!
There he goes!
Dawson, Flaversham,
gather up those balloons!
Just wait!
Basil's smarter than you.
He's going to put you in jail.
He's not afraid of a big,
old ugly rat like you.
Would you kindly
sit down and shut up!
Let her go, chaps!
We have to lighten load.
Oh, you want
to lighten the load!
- Excellent idea.
- No! Not me! I can't fly!
I can't fly!
Steady!
Basil, look out!
Closer, Dawson!
Closer!
Daddy, I can't reach!
I can't reach!
Basil! Over here!
There's no escape this time, Basil.
I won!
On the contrary.
The game's not over yet.
- Hooray! Good fellow!
- Hooray! It's Basil!
Jolly good! Ha!
To be thanked by the queen herself.
Oh, how very thrilling,
eh, Basil?
All in a day's work, Doctor.
Oh, Dr. Dawson, you were wonderful.
Ohh.
Indeed.
Oh, my, we're late to catch our train.
Come along, Olivia.
Yes, Father.
Good-bye, Basil.
l... I'll never forget you.
Nor I you,
Miss... Miss Flangerhanger.
Whatever.
- Good-bye, Dr. Dawson.
- Good-bye, my dear.
Good-bye.
Well, um...
not a bad little girl, actually.
Not at all.
Well, it's time
I was on my way too.
But, uh...
But I thought...
Well, the case is over
and, mm, perhaps it's...
Well, perhaps it's best I
found my own living quarters.
But... Ohh... Now who can that be?
l... Is this the home of the famous Basil
of Baker Street?
Indeed it is, miss. You look
as if you're in some trouble.
Oh, ooh, ooh, I am.
I am.
Then you've come to
precisely the right place.
Ah, allow me to introduce
my trusted associate,
Dr. Dawson, with whom
I do all my cases.
Isn't that right, Doctor?
What? What?
Oh, yes. Yes, by all means.
Mm, as you can see, Dawson,
this young lady has just arrived
from the Hampstead district...
and is troubled about the mysterious
disappearance of an emerald ring...
missing from the third finger
of her right hand.
Now, tell me the story,
and, pray, be precise.
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,
the Great Mouse Detective.
## Good-bye so soon #
#And isn't it a shame #
#We know by now
that time knows how to fly #
#So here's good-bye
so soon #
#We'll go our separate ways #
#With time so short
I'll say so long #
#And go so soon
good-bye #
#Good-bye so soon #
#And isn't it a shame #
#We know by now
that time knows how to fly #
#So here's good-bye
so soon #
#We'll go our separate ways #
#With time so short
I'll say so long #
#And go so soon
good-bye ##