This here is another interpretation of Fidget and Olivia playing tag, compared to Fidget Gets in Trouble. Luckily, this one's a bit more lighthearted.
Fidget and Olivia were outside, playing a game of tag. As soon as Olivia tagged him, Fidget sped after her and tagged her harder than he intended, causing her to fall.
"Sorry, Livy," he apologized. It wasn't like he did it on purpose.
"It's okay, Fidget," Olivia said, rubbing her sore arm, "You didn't mean to hit me. Just try to be careful, okay?"
Fidget nodded in acknowledgement and suddenly, they were both ambushed by a skunk, who was about to spray his ghastly smell upon them, causing the two of them to cough. "Let's get out of here!" Fidget exclaimed as he grabbed onto the girl and ran to the house for safety.
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Both safe, Olivia told her father what happened, including the ambush.
"Oh, dear!" her father said, holding his nose. "That explains the stench!"
"Livy, you can call Basil," Fidget suggested, "He'll know what to do."
Olivia grinned at him. "I'm sure of it," she agreed and dialed Basil's phone number.
"Yes, go ahead," Mr. Flaversham told them.
"Hello?" Basil said as he picked up his phone.
"Hello, this is Olivia, speaking," she said.
"What can I do for you, dear?" Basil asked worriedly.
Rubbing her sore arm, she replied, "You wouldn't believe this, but when we were playing tag, I tagged him and he tagged me back harder."
Fidget felt his ears drooping with guilt.
Basil gasped. "You mean he hit you?"
"Yes, but it was an accident," Olivia told him.
Fidget sighed in relief.
"He should be careful, either way," Basil said, not considering the bat's feelings.
"But he didn't mean to hit me," Olivia repeated. "Have you ever hit someone or something by accident?"
"Oh, I guess I did," replied Basil, checking himself.
"Yeah, Basil, keep your attitude in check," Fidget whispered in annoyance, then added mentally, Or else you'll find yourself decked and by that I mean hit!
Basil was spooked by Fidget's tone. "Sorry, Fidget!"
"He secretly feels like punching you, but he's trying to stop himself from actually doing it," Olivia giggled, knowing Fidget too well whenever he gets upset about Basil said something that riled him up.
"Continue, Livy," Fidget urged, hoping she'd change the subject and cut to the chase to their encounter with a skunk.
"Oh, and we got sprayed by a skunk," Olivia continued.
"Skunk?" Basil shouted, almost falling out of his chair in surprise.
"Yes."
"We smelled so bad, we ran!" Fidget put in.
"Alright, I'll tell you what I'll have you do," Basil began, "I suggest you both take a nice bath with tomato juice."
Mr. Flaversham stepped into the room and Olivia handed the phone to him. "Hello, Basil," he said.
"Hello, Mr. Flaversham," Basil greeted back.
"I think I'll have Fidget take a bath at your place because we're running short on hot water, but there should be enough for Olivia as of right now."
"Oh, good," Basil said. "Dawson and I will make sure we walk Fidget away from others who pass by." After all, Fidget smelled bad and thanks to that skunk.
"Thank you, Basil, but what would remedy the stench?"
"Tomato juice. It is known to get rid of unpleasant odor."
"Thank you, Basil."
"Thanks a bunch!" Fidget shouted as he clapped. Mr. Flaversham handed him back the phone.
"It's my pleasure. Goodbye." To Fidget, Basil added, "And as for you, Fidget, Dawson and I will see you in an hour, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Okay."
"See you in an hour," Basil reminded him, "Ta, ta." He hung up his phone.
"Bye, bye." With that, Fidget hung up the phone. He and Olivia walked over to the bathroom.
Mr. Flaversham gave him a bottle of tomato juice. "Don't drink it, children," he warned, "It's made for riding bad odor, understand?"
Olivia and Fidget nodded.
"We didn't see that skunk coming, father," Olivia told him.
"I know you didn't, my bairn," her father assured her, patting her shoulder. "They can sneak up on you like nobody's business."
Fidget and Olivia agreed.
"I'll get the water started," Mr. Flaversham said, bending downward and turning the faucet on, making sure the water is at the right temperature. When he was finished, he made his way out of the bathroom. "I'll leave you two alone."
Before Olivia got ready for her bath, she told Fidget, "Cover your eyes." Fidget did what he was told.
As soon as she was undressed, she said, "Ready." Fidget uncovered his eyes. Olivia smiled. "You can put me in the tub now, but be sure to put on some gloves." The bat grabbed the gloves and put them on his hands. Then he grabbed the girl by the waist and set her inside the tub. The tub was filled of bubbles. "Thanks, Fidget," she said gratefully. "Can you hand me the tomato juice, please?"
Fidget gave her the tomato juice bottle. Olivia opened it and thoroughly scrubbed herself with it.
While Fidget waited for Olivia to finish her bath, he read the newspaper.
Minutes later, she said, "Fidget, can you drain out the water? I'm done."
Fidget got out of his seat, setting his newspaper down, and drained out the water. He passed over her towel. Olivia quickly dried herself off and he hoisted her up onto the rug. The bat sniffed the girl mouse's hair, but not too close. She smelled clean. "You'll be taking a bath at Basil's, you stinky bat," Olivia teased playfully and they both giggled. After all, he still stunk.
"You smell good, Livy."
"Thanks."
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Fidget sat down finishing his newspaper article he'd been reading until he heard a knock at the door. "Oh, it must be them," he said, referring to Basil and Dawson and he went up to answer it.
"Hello, Fidget," Basil greeted.
"Hi, Basil," replied Fidget.
"Ready to go?" Dr. Dawson asked the bat.
"Yeah, I'm ready." He looked at the Flaversham family.
Olivia, who was in her nightie, said, "Have fun, Fidget."
"And be good," Mr. Flaversham said, although he was partly sure that Fidget would. "Enjoy your bath."
"I'll try!" Fidget said.
"Bye!" the Flavershams shouted as they waved goodbye, watching the trio leave.
"Well, Fidget, off we go," Basil said, holding Fidget's hand. Dawson did the same.
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On their way to Basil's house, Fidget saw a butterfly and was about to break away from the two when Basil held him back. "Hey, Fidget!" he shouted slightly, then gently assured him, "You can chase butterflies later."
Fidget lowered his head.
"You're not in trouble, lad," Basil told him.
"A bath ought to do the trick," Dawson added.
"I hope you guys are right," Fidget said with a reluctant sigh.
"You still have us," Dawson reminded him. "You don't want to smell like a skunk."
"Well, here we are," Basil said, when they reached his flat, "Home sweet home."
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Basil turned the water on in the tub, turning it to the correct temperature, making sure it was neither hot or cold. "There." Turning to Dawson, he said, "Dawson, make sure Fidget gets ready for his bath. If he's in the tub, you can leave, but if something happens, let me know." To Fidget, he finished, "And Fidget, try not to cause any trouble for Dawson, okay? You like Dawson, don't you?"
Fidget nodded. Of course, he liked Dawson. There were times when he liked Dawson more than Basil because Dawson was nicer and a lot more understanding compared to Basil.
The detective smiled. "I know you do," he said and left the bathroom with only Dawson and Fidget remaining. "And you are to stay in there until you are clean. I'll be back."
"Dawson, can you cover your face, please, so I can get ready for my bath?" asked Fidget, not trying to be rude.
Dawson didn't take it as rude, but he had done so, anyway.
As soon as Fidget stepped into the tub, he said, "Okay, you can uncover your face, now."
The doctor revealed his face and turned to the bat in the bathtub, which was also filled with bubbles. "Oh, goodness, Fidget, you're all ready for your bath!"
"Yep," Fidget declared and he bathed himself with tomato juice.
Dawson left the room, assuming that everything was going alright.
Fidget tooted in the tub, which thankfully no one heard since he was in the bathroom alone and after he meticulously washed himself with tomato juice to clear the ever-putrid smell of skunk, he lamented, "Oh, I wish Olivia were here." Then he faced the faucet in front of him, which gave him an idea. "Ah!" It looked like something he could fit through. He turned the pipe hole to his direction and started to climb in it. Unfortunately, he couldn't go through. He began kicking. "Help!"
Hearing his cry, Dawson turned around. "Fidget?"
"Just go get Basil!" Fidget ordered, "He'll know what to do! I'm stuck!"
Dawson did not hesitate to follow his commands, so he ran into the living room, where Basil was sitting in his chair, relaxing. "Basil!" Dawson called. "Fidget's in trouble!"
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Basil, "What happened?"
"You'll see."
Basil followed his companion in the bathroom.
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Poor Fidget was still stuck and struggled to get out.
"Oh, my goodness!" Basil yelled, shocked over the fact that Fidget couldn't go through the pipe. "Fidget, it's me, Basil."
Dawson handed him a pair of gloves and Basil put them on.
"It is?" Fidget said shakily, kicking and flinching at the loud sound of Basil putting on gloves.
"Yes, and I'll prove it to you." With that, he played with the struggling bat's feet, making Fidget laugh. "Dawson, get behind me. We're going to pull our peg legged friend out." Dawson walked behind him and grabbed him by the waist. Basil began to pull. "On a count of three…One…two…THREE!" And Fidget was out!
Dawson grabbed a plastic sheet for a hospital bed and cream for red spots on Fidget's hips. Basil set the bat down in the tub and sat down. Dawson set the plastic sheet on Basil's lap and Basil put Fidget over his lap.
"Basil, I'm sorry," Fidget said guiltily.
"It's alright," Basil said soothingly, "You're not in trouble, but the question is, why did you try to go through there?"
Dawson passed the cream, which Basil opened and gave the cap to Dawson. Basil, as he covered up Fidget's bottom, he put cream on his hips.
"I did that because I miss Olivia and I thought I could fit through," Fidget replied sadly, "Please, don't be mad. I had a hard-enough day."
Basil nodded. "I'm not mad, but try not to do that again, okay?"
Fidget nodded sadly.
"You're safe, now, so just breathe," Basil soothed.
Fidget did as the detective told him to.
"You're doing fine," Dawson said.
Fidget glared up at Basil. "Basil, your hand," Fidget said, a little irritated. "What's it doing on my–"
But Basil knew what he was going to say. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he interrupted.
Then Fidget sighed, "That's fine. I guess you couldn't think of anywhere else to put your hand."
"You must've been shaken up, but I see you're getting better." Basil sniffed Fidget's hair, which smelled good.
"Basil, why are you sniffing my hair?"
"Just to test how you smell. You smell good." When Basil was finished with him, he set him back in the tub. Fidget playfully splashed water on him. "Hey!" Basil snapped.
"Hey, what?" Fidget grinned mischievously.
"Oh, Basil, lighten up!" Dawson chuckled and joined in the fun.
"If you're going to behave like children, no cheese crumpets for either of you!" Basil retorted.
"Come now, Basil!" Dawson protested, still grinning.
"Yeah, Basil, don't be such a party pooper!" Fidget agreed. "And like Dawson said, lighten up!"
Relenting, Basil grabbed a cub and filled it with water, thus dumping it on Fidget's head, making Fidget giggle. Soon, the three of them started laughing their heads off.
When calm, Fidget reached for his towel, which Basil scooped up in Fidget's reach, turned away from him, and Fidget dried himself off. After that, Basil and Dawson brought him to a room, where he could get dressed.
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That night, the mouse detectives brought Fidget home and the three bade each other goodnight. Fidget, carrying a sack of his dirty clothes, continued the rest of his way home and heard a familiar voice that made him smile. "Hi, Fidget!" Olivia yelled cheerfully as she waved. She was wearing her navy-blue tam-o-shanter hat with a red pom-pom and black brim and forked ribbon, navy-blue dress coat, and baby blue scarf with red lines to cover her nightie.
"Olivia!" Fidget shouted as he made his way toward her and once he had, he hugged her.
"How was your bath, Fidget?" Olivia inquired.
"It was good," the bat replied and told him the events on what happened.
At her friend's story, she laughed. "You silly bat!"
Fidget stretched and yawned.
"Oh, it looks like somebody's bedtime," Olivia assumed and led him into the house.
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In Fidget's room, Olivia tucked Fidget in and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight, sleeping beauty. Sleep tight." She cracked a window open for him before leaving the room. "It's good sleeping weather."
He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.