Alrighty, folks! What inspired me to write this short ficlet is Reyelene's and my conversation on DeviantArt about Olivia's conflict with Fidget after kidnapping her and stuffing her into a bottle and wishing the debate between the two was expanded in the film. Here's my aspect that popped into my head on the next argument in the scene before Basil and Dawson get captured by Professor Ratigan and his guards. One-shot, pre-movie!

It had been about less than a minute since Fidget left the Rat Trap and have the great mouse detective, Basil of Baker Street and his trusty assistant, Dr. David Q Dawson enter the sewer, as instructed by his boss, Ratigan. As of now, Ratigan's henchmice brought a young Olivia Flaversham out of the big, green, wine bottle and took her into the room that her father had been imprisoned. She took a moment to cling into her father's embrace.

"Young lady, take off your coat, scarf, and hat," a thug said behind her.

"Why?" Olivia asked as she turned around with a frown.

"The boss said so," Fidget replied. With that, he took her tam-o-shanter from her head.

"Hey, give it back!" Olivia demanded.

"Not until I'm done," Fidget promised curtly and set her hat onto his head.

"You can't possibly make my daughter take her clothes off!" Mr. Flaversham protested, "That's wrong!"

"Not all of them," Fidget assured.

Insulted, Olivia found a glass of wine and spilled it in his face exploding, "Yeah, right!"

The bat growled when she'd done so. "Get her!" he ordered and the guards took off her scarf and coat and nothing else.

"Good job, my daughter," Mr. Flaversham said as he held her in his arms again, "You were brave."

"Thank you, Daddy," Olivia said and just as she spoke, Fidget came closer to her, but she managed to slap him in the face on both cheeks. He turned around and gave her a shocked look. "That's for kidnapping my father and me and wait until Basil and Dawson get ahold of you and your boss!"

"Oh, yeah?" Fidget said.

"Yeah, now turn around!"

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" Olivia said in an authoritative voice.

Against his better judgement, he had done so and faced the wall as he placed his hands onto it. Unceremoniously, Olivia fumed as she walked and tickled his ribs hard.

"Wha-ha-hat are doing!" Fidget giggled, wondering what was going on.

"Putting some sense into you," Olivia said in a soft tone, but not too soft. Otherwise, the bat would've taken it as sign of weakness as if she wanted to be his friend.

"Stop it-t-t-t-t-t!" Fidget squealed, wanting the tickle torture to be over. Lucky for him, it was temporary.

"Now, are you going to get my clothes back after you're done?" Olivia asked the embarrassed bat in a serious, stern tone once she was done tickling the ugly bat.

"Yes," Fidget feebly replied and glared at Ratigan's guards with a hint of embarrassment. "Why didn't you stop her?"

"There wasn't any time, so get your clothes on and your batty butt out there and do your thing!" one thug commanded.

Fidget wanted to argue, but he had to hurry up until Ratigan's men stuffed him in the bottle. He yelped violently from inside the bottle, but another one of his men shushed at him and whispered softly, "Quiet, but turn around and try to forget about your sore ribs."

The bat nodded and did what he was told and he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths until a thought occurred to him. The second one of Ratigan's men spoke to him in a nice tone of voice, it was because he had to, but Fidget remained calm and drifted off into a temporary, light nap until Basil and Dawson arrived.

Author's note: So, that was short. I actually thought Fidget took a little snooze in the bottle until Basil and Dawson showed up in the next millisecond.