The Great Mouse Detective Page #2

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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!

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