The usual disclaimer: Cosgrove Hall owns Dangermouse, Penfold, Stilleto and the whole general idea. The rating's for a mild bit of violence.


"The thing you have to ask yourself is, has he really lost his eye? If he lifts that patch up, is there something else underneath?" - Brian Cosgrove, DVD interview, 2007.
"Now, senor Penfold, you tella me where'sa the medallion, anda the alligator, he'sa stay down ina his pond."

"I don't know!" Penfold kicked helplessly at the crow, the shackles on his wrists holding him about two feet from the floor. "I dropped it! It's out on that 'orrible planet somewhere with all those creepy crawly things."

"So! Is-a dinner time for you!" The crow moved over to the lever that would open the cover on the alligator pond.

"Oh crumbs! Oh 'eck!" Penfold looked up at Dangermouse, but the world's greatest secret agent was still out cold from the bump of the head he'd sustained in the crash. Just then the mouse shook himself and mumbled something about chocolate digestives.

"Chief! You're awake!"

Dangermouse looked around, confused, trying to get his bearings. They were somewhere deep in Greenback's dungeons, chained to the wall and being gloated over by one of the sharpest heels in the business - Stiletto.

"Penfold! Are you alright?"

"Well, chief, that depends on whether the alligator in that pit's had his breakfast."

"What charming company. Now look here, you feathered fiend-"

"You have-a the medallion?" Stiletto moved in on the mouse, until his sharp beak was inches from his prisoner's face.

"You're never getting your hands on it, Stiletto. Greenback thinks he knows what he's doing, but he doesn't. It's too powerful-

The mouse broke off as Stiletto slapped him in the face. Not hard, just firmly enough to remind him who was in charge.

Good Stiletto, thought the mouse. Concentrate on me, and forget about Penfold. Out of the corner of his good eye, Dangermouse could see the hamster wriggling and kicking, trying to get free. Then he caught a flash of gold in Penfold's breast pocket. The medallion. Good lad. It would be absorbing the warmth Penfold was generating will all that carrying on, and soon it would be fully charged. Then that avian fiend would be laughing out the other side of his beak.

Dangermouse looked to Stiletto. The bird reached out and touched the black patch covering the mouse's left eye.

"Actually, I'd rather prefer you didn't do that, if you don't mind."

The crow slipped a feathered finger under the patch and lifted it.

Penfold craned his neck to look up. From his vantage point, he couldn't see much past the underside of his chief's white chin, but he caught a brief glimpse of... something. Something metallic. Must have just been a reflection off the wall.

"Santa Maria Cabonara!" The bird made the Sign of the Cross as he backed away.

"I did warn you." Dangermouse looked at the floor and bit his lip, stung by the look on Stiletto's face. Revulsion. Pity.

Stiletto slammed the door, and his hurried footsteps quickly faded down the corridor.

"What was all that about?"

"It's nothing, Penfold. Nothing at all."


Apology: This isn't so much a story as a snapshot. It doesn't have a beginning, or an end, and barely has a middle. Where are they? How did they get caught? How will they escape? And what is this mysterious medallion? I'd like to know as much as you would, so if any other DM-lovers would like to write an actual story that this scene can be a part of, please do so with my blessings.