Hello readers. I know its been a LONG time since I did writing and I apologize to everyone. I have been busy rewriting and saving files of my Hotel Transylvania stories on quotev, and then I had a writer's block. I even had to attend my classes at primetime, which can be stressful at times. After watching Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes or the two Robert Downey Junior's Sherlock Holmes movies and The Great Mouse Detective, I became inspired to write my own version of The Great Mouse Detective. The last one I had done was erased, and the other one I still have is a made up sequel based on the Revenge of Sherlock Holmes musical.

I do not own Disney's The Great Mouse Detective, nor do I own Eve Titus' Basil of Baker Street.

Mlle. Relda, Captain Doran, Chief Inspector Lawless and Clifford are not OCs (well, technically they are), but they are created from the Basil of Baker Street book series and from the Disney comic stories of the Great Mouse Detective.

So I present to you, Disney's The Great Mouse Detective.

Written by Gotham317.

London 1897

The city itself was dark and foggy, displaying an eerie atmosphere. The faint sounds of Big Ben echoed in the night, followed by the distant barking of a dog. A horse drawn carriage rode by on a small street. Below the passing carriage, there was a small light glowing inside the window of a tiny shop; Flaversham's Toys.

Inside the shop, a little mouse girl named Olivia was happily celebrating her birthday with her kind father, Hiram Flaversham. The little girl was playing with a small rocking horse as her father adjusts his apron perfectly.

"You know, Daddy, this is my very best birthday!" said Olivia, in a Scottish accent.

"Ahh...but I haven't given you your present yet," said Hiram, his voice also had the Scottish accent.

"What is it? What is it?" Olivia asked excitedly.

Hiram chuckled. "Now, close your eyes." He turned to lean over and retrieve his gift from one of the cupboards.

Olivia tried to sneak a peek between her fingers, but she was caught.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh. Auch, no. No peeking now." Hiram scolded playfully.

The little girl giggled as she covered her eyes again.

Taking his present, a pink flowerbud, out of the cupboard, Hiram set it down on the table in front of his daughter and wound up the key. A soft melody began to play. Olivia uncovered her eyes and gasped in surprise. The flowerbud turned into a lovely mouse ballerina doll that began to dance for her.

"Ohh, Daddy! You made this, just for me?" Olivia asked, her eyes never leaving the doll.

Outside, a mysterious peg-legged creature slowly approached the toy shop. He cackled wickedly as his shadow looms over the door to the shop.

Back inside, the ballerina doll had finished the dance with a graceful bow. Olivia loved her present, and looked up at her father with joy.

"You're the most wonderful father in the...in the whole world!" the little girl exclaimed, while she got down from her chair to give Hiram an thank you hug, to which he returned with equal affection.

But this tender father and daughter moment was interrupted by the loud rattling of the locked door. Olivia and Hiram looked toward the door, when the rattling had became more intense.

"Who it that?" Olivia asked worriedly, just as the door began to move violently as if someone was trying to break in.

"I-I don't know!" Hiram held his little girl protectively in his arms, looking around for someplace to hide her to keep her safe. "Quickly, dear. Stay in here, and don't come out!" He shoved her inside an open cupboard and closed the door shut, just in the nick of time.

The window crashed open, and a hideous evil-looking bat burst into the shop, cackling evilly.

From inside her hiding place, Olivia could hear a struggle. She opened the door slightly ajar to peek out. As she watches in terror, she saw the bat attacking her father. Their struggling shadows loomed over her face from inside the cupboard.

A table was thrown toward the cupboard, shutting door and forcing Olivia to fall back. As she tried to break the door open, she could hear voices from outside the cupboard.

"Now I gotcha, toy maker!" The bat cackled triumphantly.

"Oh no! Olivia!" came the desperate cries of Hiram Flaversham, before all was quiet outside.

Olivia struggled to push on the cupboard door with all might. Finally, she was able to open the door and step out of the cupboard.

The toy shop had gone silent and dark; furniture and broken toys were scattered everywhere, and empty paint buckets spilled out on the floor or on the shelves.

"Daddy! Where are you?" Olivia called for her father, but there was no answer. Going over to the open window and looking out into the night, she continued to call out for her father. "Daddy! Where are you?"

Nothing but silence responded to her.

"Daddy!" Olivia shouted into the night. "DADDY!" Her cries echoed in the night.

Walt Disney pictures presents: THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE

Professor Ratigan - Vincent Price

Basil/Bartholomew - Barrie Ingham

Dr. Dawson - Val Bettin

Olivia - Susanne Pollatschek

Relda/Lady Mouse - Shani Wallis

Clifford - John Cleese

Inspector Lawless - Bernard Fox

Captain Doran - Tim Curry

Fidget - Candy Candido

Mrs. Judson - Diana Chesney

Queen Moustoria - Eve Brenner

Hiram Flaversham - Alan Young

Sherlock Holmes - Basil Rathbone

Dr. Watson - Laurie Main

Bar Maid - Ellen Fitzhugh

Miss Kitty - Melissa Manchester

Citizen/Thug Guard/Prime Minister - Walker Edmiston

Wayne Allwine - Thug Guard

Tony Anselmo - Thug Guard

It was the eve of our good Queen's Diamond Jubilee...

Around that time of Olivia's father's abduction, another horse driven carriage had crossed the bridge to deliver its passenger to his destination.

...and the year that Her Majesty's government came to the very brink of disaster. She...uh, I-I'm getting ahead of myself.

The man inside the carriage, Dr. John H. Watson, was reading a newspaper. But below the carriage, there was another passenger; an elderly portly mouse, who also read a newspaper he had brought with him.

My name is Dr. David Q. Dawson, most recently of the Queen's 66th regiment.

Dawson was pulled from his reading when the carriage came to a hault. Watson dismounted from the carriage and left. No sooner he did so, Dawson picked up his bag and, tucking the newspaper under his arm, leapt off the carriage step, just as soon as the carriage started to leave.

I had just arrived in London after a lengthy service in Afghanistan, and was looking a quiet place to stay...

Ignoring the thunder from above in the clouds, Dawson scanned the newspaper to look for any available rooms for him to rent. But a rain drop landed on the paper, creating a wet stain. Dawson looked up, realizing that it was starting to rain.

...preferably dry, where I could rest and find a bit of peace.

Dawson put his newspaper away inside his bag, unsheathed his umbrella, picked up his bag and began walking in a random direction, hoping to find someplace to stay.

Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.

The rain was coming down quick, but it didn't pour harshly. Dawson made his way down a grimy street, hoping to take a shortcut to his destination. Unfortunately, he chose a rather unsavory way to go as at least four dangerous and tough looking ruffians seemed to appear from out of nowhere and surrounded a baffled Dawson.

One of them used a cigarette while two others punched a fist into his open palms or sneered a menacing smirk at the old mouse.

"Where you off to, chum?" asked the ruffian with the cigarette, obviously the leader.

"I-I'm just looking for rooms to r-rent," Dawson replied, his voice trembling nervously.

Not far from here, a mysterious lady mouse had overheard what was going on in the alley. She wore a dark magenta conservative dress with a bow tied around her hourglass figure. Upon her head, a wide brim dark magenta hat with the ribbon of the hat's bow left dangling from behind, but the hat covered her eyes as if she wished to remain unseen. As soon as she saw what those crooks were about to do physical harm to the old mouse, the lady gasped in horror until her lips changed to an angry frown.

"How about you hand over your valuables, mate, and you can be on your way."

"I most certainly will not!" Dawson refused, now angry at this offer. "Now let me pass."

He tried to push his way through the street gang, but the leader immediately shoved him into the other goons' arms. Their grip was strong as they held his arms to prevent him from fighting back, and the leader was about to do possibly; punch him either in the face or in the stomach. Dawson's body trembled, fearing the worse was about to come.

All of a sudden, something struck the lead ruffian on the back of the head. He cried out in surprise and pain.

"OW!" He whirled around to confront who hit him. "Who did that?! OOMPH!"

But before he could react he was struck again in the face by a small wooden club held by the lady mouse. She struck the leader with all her might to knock him into a silly stupor. The rest of the group was shocked at this unexpected turn of events.

"It's only a lady!" One of the muggers scoffed. "Let's get her!"

They started to gang up on her, unintentionally releasing Dawson. But underneath the hat, the lady's smile curved into a sly grin. Clearly, they had no idea of whom they were dealing with.

Though visibly shaken, Dawson continued to gaze in astonishment as he watched this mysterious woman fighting off these hooligans with expert martial arts, forcibly hitting or striking two more of the thieves hard enough to disorient them, disarm them, knock them out cold, and then whipped out a knife of her own to hold the last mugger at knifepoint by the throat against the wall. The mugger trembled, thinking this lady intended to finish him off. Instead, the lady used her knife to cut the straps of his trousers and his trousers fell to his feet, exposing his underpants. The mugger pulled his trousers back him, dreadfully embarrassed. He tried to move away, but he lost his balance and fell face down to the pavement.

"Quick, this way!" the lady spoke to a baffled Dawson through a rapid breath.

She moved so fast Dawson barely registered she had grasped his hand and dragged him up into a drain pipe to escape the street gang, just before they recovered from the blows of her club.

A few seconds later, the two mice emerged on the other side of the pipe drain to another alleyway, a safe enough distance from where they were from the would be muggers. They had landed in a puddle the second they emerged from the drainpipe, soaking wet, but neither of them minded after a terrible experience with those crooks.

Stopping to catch their breath, the mysterious woman had removed her hat to squeeze out the water from it, allowing her features to be exposed to the old mouse. She was very beautiful and Dawson knew it when he saw it. She was a white mouse with crimson hair pulled into a chignon, dark blue eyes with light blue eyeshadow, and a small pink nose. This lady had a face that a man might die for.

"Oh, my!" Dawson could only stare in awe at the female mouse who rescued him.

Glancing in his direction, the lady mouse looked at him in concern. "Are you alright?"

Regaining his senses, Dawson straightened out his hat and nodded politely. "Uh, yes. Thank you for your help, madam. But begging your pardon, may I ask your name?"

"I am Mademoiselle Relda, but call me Miss Relda," she replied while she straightened out her dress. "And you're welcome, but you should really know better than to wander into dangerous areas," she lightly scolded him. "What were you doing there in the first place?"

"I had just arrived in London and I intend to find a place to stay, until those fiends..." Dawson was about to continue when he heard a faint sobbing.

"What is that?" Relda looked around when she too heard the weeping.

It was coming from a nearby large abandoned human rain boot. The two mice walked over to it and peaked inside, and to their surprise, discovered the source of the quiet weeping.

"Oh! Oh my!" Dawson was surprised, and Relda gasped, placing a hand on her chest.

It was a little girl in a blue coat and hat, crying softly in the far corner of the boot and sitting on a match box.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Dawson asked gently.

The little girl turned round, revealing her to be Olivia. She was startled by the elderly mouse's voice, and she grew more nervous by a lady who accompanied him. She knew she wasn't allowed to speak to strangers.

"Hello," Relda quietly greeted the little girl, but Olivia tried to hide behind the matchbox she was sitting on. "It's alright. There's nothing to be afraid of. What's wrong, why are you crying?"

"Oh, come now. Come, come." Dawson removed a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and kindly handed it to her. "Here, dry your eyes."

Olivia took the handkerchief and blew her nose really hard, yet this calmed her down enough to know they were friendly. She gave the handkerchief back to Dawson, who took a seat beside her, and he put it back in his pocket.

"Ah, yes. That's better," said Dawson. "Now, tell us. What's troubling you, my dear?"

"I...I'm lost," Olivia sadly explained to them. "I-I-I'm trying to find Basil of Baker Street." She took out a small piece of paper, a ripped newspaper article, which Relda took it and read it.

"Hmm." Relda pondered, looking inquisitive but confused. "I have never heard of him, but he sounds like a remarkable detective. Look at this."

She handed the newspaper clipping to Dawson so he could look at it. Dawson put his bifocal glasses on so he could read the headline. "Now let me see here...'Famous Detective solves baffling disappearance.' Mmm, hmmm. But, where are your mother and father?"

The reminder of her father's kidnapping caused Olivia to break down as her eyes welled up with tears. "That's why I m-must find Basil!" She sobbed, crying in her scarf.

"There, there, there! Now, now, now, I..." Dawson pleaded, trying to calm her down as he didn't not mean to upset the child.

"Oh, easy now. Easy." Relda coaxed the little girl to cease her cries.

But then, Olivia buried her face in the woman's chest, crying so hard with emotional pain. Though stunned by this unexpected gesture, Relda carefully held her and pulled her into her embrace, patting Olivia's back as assuring as any mother would do to a sad child.

"Her parents' disappearance must be serious," she told Dawson, glancing in his direction. "We need to find this detective Basil."

"Now, I don't know any Basil..." Dawson trailed off, meeting Olivia's sad eyes when she pulled her head away from Relda's chest.

Having brought her tears under control, Olivia looked up at him with little hope. He smiled at her, knowing something that will cheer her up.

"But I do remember where Baker Street is," he said warmly.

This put a little spark of joy in Olivia's heart as her face brightened with a smile. Even Relda smiled in relief at those words.

"Now, come with me." Dawson stood up to reopen his umbrella.

Olivia hopped out of Relda's lap and the matchbox to get to Dawson's side. Relda stood up, took Olivia by the hand, and joined them to get under the umbrella.

"We'll find this Basil chap together," Dawson added.

The old mouse held his umbrella up high enough for them to stay dry from the rain. Staying together under the umbrella, the trio exited the boot and made their way through this dark rainy city to find Baker Street.