DANGERMOUSE:
THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTION
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
Disclaimer: Dangermouse (2015) and all trademarked characters are property of Fremantle Media and CBBC
Special thanks to Fanfic member "bravekid" for supplying the idea for this story
EPISODE ONE
Lt. Cameron Cosgrove checked his watch to find it was set to military time.
Appropriate.
As he paced across the dank cold docks of the harbour, looking to his left and right anxiously for signs of life from the murky bleak London fog that enshrined his location, he gazed anxiously at the ticking seconds and minutes accompanying his hour of destiny, and realized all too quickly this crucial time had crept up on him.
He was not late for his appointment. His appointment was late for him.
And that chilled him.
A cold wisp of air danced breezily across his neck. This did nothing to cool him in his fit of steadily developing anxiety.
Too much was riding on his appointment, too much was at stake.
He did his best to prepare and expect an unexpected arrival by fiddling through his coat and revealing a pocket watch.
He opened it, revealing inside a compass, embedded at the centre was a glittering bright and beautiful miniature crystalline rugby ball.
He closed the lid of the fob watch and clutched it tight in his hand.
"Where are you blast it" he said, the wind picking up, a cold snap made him turn.
Cameron was feeling slightly embarrassed.
He was a mouse of the military, he served overseas in wars too terrible to bring up at peak time CBBC hours. He was lucky to get a brief mention in daily uploads of Newsround.
He'd seen things that had broken many minds.
So why couldn't his own mind be put to ease now?
Especially when this was a simple, if illegal, business transaction?
The simplest answer was because he was in a place, a city, where wars had been waged that were even larger in scope and size.
In the city of London, day to day business went hand in hand with day to day chaos.
He cursed the air as it continued to cool him.
He had a good mind to tighten the scarf around his neck.
The odd thing was he had tried to mere minutes before.
He simply couldn't move his hands.
And now he suddenly realized he couldn't move his legs.
When he tried, he felt another cold snap. He pushed harder.
He felt it this time, ever so nippy.
He pushed his legs forward again, hoping to gain motion, another snap and a crackle. And following those, came more pain.
He caught a glimpse of his arms, they looked fridged, he tried flexing a muscle, it yielded the same results as the legs. A snap, a crackle, then pain.
He realized the weather was becoming too treacherous, and yet he couldn't dismiss himself.
He was held prisoner.
A prisoner in the city of war.
And then, from half-way out of the dark, the Snowman cometh.
He gazed upon the mouse's frozen grip, clasped the icy palm with his own, and with a further snap and a crackle, came a painful and precise pop.
The hand gave way, and was crushed completely in the Snowman's grip.
He took the Fob watch from what remained and looked at the hapless militant mind.
"Wha-what have you done?" he said, "I did everything you asked"
"In all your months and preparations made in acquiring this trinket, you made one monumental misfire" said The Snowman, as he blew more icey air into the features of the soldier.
"You only came through in the winter" he said.
He then proceeded to glue the soldier's hand back together a special tube of insta-glue, before fastening in back in place with a mechanical screw attached to the wrist area.
"What was that for?" Cameron asked.
"Standards and practices won't let me exit the scene with a mutilated limb" the Snowman admitted.
"That kind of takes the bite out of this scene" Cameron continued.
"Then you'll just have to settle for one of the frosty variety" The Snowman said, and fastened the soldier's lips shut with an icy bridge across the lips.
The Snowman dug deep into his frigid belly and produced a cell phone
"Inform the benefactor that I have the treasure, and that the appointment is New Year's Day"
The Snowman switched off the phone and smiled as he compared his reliability to that of Cameron Cosgrove.
Through winter he'd come, and through winter he would always come through.
Everything was in place now.
The feast, and the bidding, was soon to begin.