Before Easter vacation back in 2010, I had a dream about this when I was twelve in 6th grade.

Chapter 1: Ratigan Kidnaps Olivia and Fidget Helps Me

Ever since Olivia Flaversham and I, Jenny Foxworth met each other, it was love at first sight like how I met Oliver, my kitty. We became more than just great friends; we became a family. We've done everything together, such as playing outside and other times, in the house. We even wore similar clothing. Only that day, she wasn't wearing a coat, hat, or scarf because it was warm outside. I kept my blue jacket on, in case I ever get cold.

We played outside until the unexpected happened: An evil rat with a black cape and suit and white opera gloves saw all the fun Olivia and I were having outside. So, if you GMD fans and those who have ever seen or remember The Great Mouse Detective have guessed that it's Ratigan, you were absolutely correct! Anyway, in order for him to ruin all the fun, he snatched Olivia away from me!

"Give me Olivia back!" I shouted at him.

"Lippy!" he argued. He thought she was a lippy little brat, which is false.

"Olivia!"

"Lippy!"

"Olivia!"

"MINE!" Ratigan claimed and cackled.

I was crushed, so I called out helplessly, "OLIVIA!"

The next thing I did was run into the house to tell my mom what had happened.

"Ratigan took Olivia away from me, HONEST!" I informed her.

"Don't worry, honey," she said, reassuringly, "I'm sure someone can help you get her back."

I nodded and asked, "How about I retrace my steps, grieve, and if no one is there to help, I'm on my own?"

"See if you can look for her," she replied, "Good luck."

"I'll see you when I get home," I said, as I picked up Oliver and headed out the door.

The first thing I did was retrace my steps. Next, grief filled my eyes, so I sobbed before going after Olivia. "Oliver, if only there is someone who can help me find Olivia…or us."

At that moment in time, another unpredictable thing happened, I heard a twig snap in the woods. What is it? I wondered. What could it be? Maybe it's someone who could help me bring back Olivia.

As a result, my gaze met a peg-legged bat with a black cap, black pants, and a dark blue shirt, which I thought was purple. I saw him weeping softly. Why would he be crying? I wondered, just out of curiosity. Perhaps he has nowhere to go. The only way I was going to find out for myself was to go over to him and ask him some questions.

If any of you have guessed that the bat's name was Fidget, you were positively right!

"Hello, Fidget!" I called causally, "May I speak to you?"

"Yeah, what do you want?" he asked, curiously, wiping a tear away with a sniffle and stopped crying.

"Um, my name is Jenny Foxworth and I just thought you can help me search for my friend, Olivia and bring her back from the nefarious rat that you've worked with in the past," I replied.

"Oh, I know him," he said, "And I also know that girl mouse."

He may actually be of some support. Politely, I asked, "Are you coming with me?" After all, it was worth a shot to ask.

Fidget thought for a moment before answering. This other girl seems like a nice kid, he thought. She needs protection on the way because I can't risk letting herself get kidnapped, too. I mean, I don't know how long she'd last on her own. Finally, he replied, "You bet I am!"

Fidget followed me inside the house because I escorted him there to talk to my mother about who will get my friend.

"Hello," he greeted my mother, "I have decided to help your daughter get her friend back."

"Oh, that's great!" she exclaimed, proudly, "You two have fun and good luck."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, as Fidget and I closed the door behind us.

"Now, let's search for some clues, shall we?" I said. "Aha! Footprints from that ugly, mean, maniacal rat!"

Fidget bent down to examine them, as well. "Oh, yeah," he muttered. "Let's go save Livy, my friend!"

Cute nickname, I genuinely thought, as we trailed off on our way like a duo just as Olivia and I are.

...

We talked on the way to Ratigan's palace in order for us two to get to know one another. After a while, I asked the bat, "Fidget, do you think I'm annoying?"

At this, he genuinely shook his head and said, "No, you're not annoying. Even if you are, you aren't nearly as bad."

"Thank you, and not so bad yourself, for a former lackey of Ratigan, my friend," I affirmed proudly, then added, "You know something, Fidget, I'm so glad you came with me."

"Me, too, kiddo," Fidget confirmed, "Because I felt trapped when I worked for Ratigan."

Is that so? I wanted to say, instead I sympathized, "I can see that. Do you want to live with me and Olivia?"

"I'll think about it," Fidget contributed.

For a mistreated bat, he wasn't impulsive. Rather, he was smart enough to get to know me a little more and get to know Olivia, too.

At that point, we came to a halt. We rested on a boulder to catch our breath.

"Fidget, look!" I said, tapping him to get his attention, "Is that what I think it is?" We stared at the rat's castle in astonishment. "Yepe, we're getting close," Fidget stated.

We stepped off of the rock and continued our trail.

Author's note: Ratigan lives in a castle in my dream.