Last year at Christmastime in 2015, I pictured this story in my head. I was totally inspired by the book, A Christmas Carol, but I managed to make this story seem original.

Last note: I don't own any of The Great Mouse Detective characters because they belong to Disney!

It all began when a ten-year-old girl mouse in the name of Olivia Flaversham and a young bat named Fidget were having a snowball fight outside of Baker Street on Christmas Eve. They had so much fun, although Fidget accidently threw a snowball in Olivia's face. Olivia began to cry. The rueful bat, regretting what he's done, gave her a hug for her support. "It's okay, Olivia," Fidget comforted, "Just let it out."

It wasn't long after the mouse stopped crying. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," Fidget said with a nod.

"Now, where were we?" Olivia enthused playfully as she made a snowball and tossed it in his face just for fun. With that, she took off running and laughing.

The bat's smile faded. "I'll get you for this, Livy!" he countered.

Before he could reach her, he landed on a pond filled with ice and fell on his back. Fidget was alright, though. He picked himself up, regaining consciousness no matter how slippery the ice was. Hmm, I think I'll go ice skating, Fidget thought, Only if Livy wouldn't have thrown a snowball in my face.

It was just in time Olivia had showed up. "Fidget, you thought I was trying to get even with you, didn't you?" she asked.

Fidget cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Look, I was just having a little fun," she said, "But for now, let's ice skate."

He kept his balance as he followed her instructions. "One, two, three, one, two, three," Olivia repeated.

Fidget repeated what she said until he understood and beamed confidently, "Hey, I can do this, Livy! This is fun!" It wasn't long before they started dancing with each other on ice.

After a while, they sat on the snowbank and Fidget said, "Livy, the second you threw a snowball in my face, I deserved it."

"Never mind that, you're just exaggerating," Olivia said, shaking her head with a smile.

At random, Fidget began giggling and had a hard time suppressing it.

"Fidget, what's so funny?" Olivia asked, curiously.

"I just, haha, thought it would be funny to see how mad Ratigan would be if that ever happened to him!" Fidget laughed. Discreetly, Olivia reflected on what Ratigan's reaction would have been like if someone threw a snowball in his face. Seeing how amusing it would be, she began to laugh wholeheartedly with Fidget.

"Let's go inside and see if Toby wants to play outside," she said.

Her best friend stood up, pacing as he thought it over. Eventually, he snapped his fingers as if Olivia was up to something. "You're right, Olivia. He'd have fun playing with us," he mused. With that being said, he pulled her off the snow pile, rushed inside, and asked Basil if they could borrow Toby, the dog. Basil was fine with it, even though he was busy with experiments.

On top of that, they asked Olivia's father if he can play outside with them. "I'd like that," he said. Without delay, he followed his daughter and the bat who lived with him outside.

Once outside, they had a snowball fight. Toby made a gigantic snowball with his big great paws. With his tail, he wiped off the extra hunk of snow to make it look smooth. Without warning, he rolled the huge snowball down the hill without the Flavershams and Fidget noticing.

Panicking, they ran for cover. "WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Fidget cried dramatically. As they looked for a place to hide, a young figure grabbed him by his scarf to safety- it was Olivia!

With the giant snowball gone, they stepped out of hiding. "Toby, were you trying to kill us?" Fidget admonished. He felt a familiar hand reach onto his shoulder.

"Fidget, I believe Toby was just trying to have fun as well as I was," Olivia accentuated.

The bat sighed in acknowledgement.

"Olivia. Fidget, I think we best we go inside and drink hot chocolate," Mr. Flaversham announced, "It's starting to get cold."

Without hesitation, they followed him.

When they got inside Basil's house, Mrs. Judson said, "Goodness me! You could have frozen to death out there! How about if I fetch you some hot chocolate?"

Olivia, Fidget, and Mr. Flaversham nodded and sat down.

"Would you like marshmallows, whipped cream, or both?"

"Both!" the trio replied.

Shortly, she raced to the kitchen to make them hot chocolate until the Flavershams and Fidget receive their drinks.

Handing out the tray and setting it down before them, Mrs. Judson said, "Here you are."

With their "thank yous", they sipped their hot chocolate.

All of a sudden, an elderly man named Dawson asked, "How was it out there?"

"It was fun!" Fidget said exuberantly.

"But cold," Mr. Flaversham complained.

"What did you all do?" Dawson inquired.

"Well, we had a snowball fight and ice skated," Olivia announced eagerly.

"Now that does sound exhilarating," Dawson alluded.

Out of nowhere appeared Basil. "Hello, Fidget, Olivia, and Mr. Flaversham," he greeted, "Did you enjoy the fresh air?"

"We sure did, Basil," Olivia replied, "Wished you could have been out there."

At this, Basil just laughed and moodily said, "I told you I don't have time for this."

"You always use that as an excuse to not celebrate Christmas and spending time outside!" Olivia retorted defiantly.

"Yeah Basil!" Fidget snapped, also exasperated with Basil's confounded excuse, "You don't have to be so grumpy!"

"Come now, Basil," Mrs. Judson scolded, "The least you can do is take a break for once."

"It's that simple," seconded Dawson.

"Why you big…bad…humbug!" Fidget countered indignantly accentuating his insult, but Mr. Flaversham covered the bat's mouth before the bat can say anymore. Mr. Flaversham gave him the look that meant "I can take over now."

"Yes, you're upsetting the children and everyone here," Mr. Flaversham reprimanded Basil, "If you don't want to celebrate, then we may as well do it without you!" With that said, he, Olivia, and Fidget ran away.

Dawson frowned upon the detective. "There, I hope you're satisfied," he huffed and headed outside to stop the Flavershams and Fidget as Basil returned to his work.

"Basil's being who he is," Fidget grumbled in a low voice.

The Flavershams nodded mournfully in agreement.

"Wait up!" Dawson called, "I have an idea." For a moment, they came to a halt and listened intently. "Okay, we want to keep Christmas in good spirit, right?" Dawson asserted the highlight in his plan, "All we're going to do is to get him to remember what Christmas is about. I can't do that without your help."

Pensively, they took in all that Dawson had said and finally volunteered for Dawson's sake. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to pull that one off.

"We'll help you, Dawson," Olivia said.

"Yeah, we'll make him understand the meaning of Christmas," seconded Fidget.

"And I know just what both of you can wear," Mr. Flaversham announced, "I'll show you when we get home."

At Mr. Flaversham's comment, Fidget and Olivia exchanged glances at each other.

"Thank you, Daddy," Olivia said, "That's very thoughtful of you."

"Alright, it's best you start heading home," Dawson said, waving his hand goodbye, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Fidget, Flaversham, and Olivia said in unison as Dawson closed the door behind him and marched up to his room.

Meanwhile, at the Flaversham's house, Mr. Flaversham spontaneously brought out a white long sleeved gown and angel wings for Olivia and a black hooded phantom cape and a toy plastic medieval phantom-like bladed spear called a "Scythe" just for Fidget.

"Thank you!" they exclaimed simultaneously in excitement.

Unceremoniously, they ecstatically tried on their costumes.

"My costume fits nicely!" Olivia cheered.

"This costume is so me!" Fidget said, looking on at his costume in satisfaction. With that, he pulled up his hood and tore off in the room like phantom of the night without the spear in his wings because that could be dangerous.

As for Olivia, she hopped off from the stool that she stood on before and glided as if she were an angel of Heaven.

"Cool costume!" Fidget complimented, "Even angels with black gowns and wings have good in them."

Olivia can see why he said that because some of those angels can be easily misguided and misunderstood as he was when he previously worked for his ex-boss, Ratigan, who was now confirmed gone for good. "I see," she said finally, "Good thing Ratigan isn't here to ruin Christmas!"

"Nothing like celebrating Christmas with my former boss being gone and me out of his shadow," Fidget agreed and hugged her lovingly as if he wouldn't let anything get in between their bonds of friendship. Olivia did the same in return.

"This is going to be the best Christmas I've ever had," Fidget continued, "Of course, I had a great time celebrating it with my family a long time ago. This Christmas may be the one I'll never forget."

"Bedtime you two!" Mr. Flaversham called.

"Aw!" Olivia and Fidget whined in protest at the same time.

"Or we can just stay a little longer to stick with Dawson's plan," he said finally.

"Hooray!" they cheered.

All of a sudden, Fidget yawned. "I guess I'm a little tired," he said, wearily.

"What time would you like to get up at?" Mr. Flaversham asked.

"Four o'clock in the morning," Fidget answered.

"Olivia?"

"Three," she replied.

"Thanks, but for now, get some sleep you two as I set your alarm clock and mine for three," Mr. Flaversham signified, "If you're still tired, I'll get you up as soon as I can and we'll go to Basil's together. After your speeches are finished, then we'll go home."

Without another word, they set off to bed.

Now, the medieval phantom-like bladed staff is called a "scythe", I knew it because I did research on images to see what that weapon looked like, although I've seen it movies and goth images.