The Great Mouse Detective Page #4

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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,

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