The Great Mouse Detective

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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."

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