A gang of mice burglars stood by the door of the Queen Moustoria's jewel room. They snuck without being detected.

"Okay, my little freinds," said their leader, Aidan Buckston, "we are about to evolve on our most genius plan yet, to steal that crown."

And he pointed to Queen Moustoria's crown.

"Oohhh," they all gasped.

"Pawning this off to other jewel thieves around London will make us very, very rich," Buckston cackled.

And just as he was about to get his paws on it, a huge dog suddenly raced in and two mice dropped down dressed as first-rate detectives.

Their names, as mentioned before, were Basil Of Baker Street and Dr. David Q. Dawson who have come to stop the theft with the help of their companion dog named Toby.

"Keep your paws away from that crown, Mr. Buckston,"" said Basil and Toby growled angrily at his men. They all ran away in fear.

"Wait, where all you all going," cried Buckston and chased after them.

"How in god's name did that all happen at once?" asked Dawson curiously.

"Dawson, my dear boy, we are two of the most trusted detectives in all of London. I thought you should know that by now."

"Oh, yes. Why of course, Basil but...but..."

"No buts. I think we have a ceremony to prepare for. Come Dawson, come."

And they hopped on Toby and took off.

At the ceremony, everyone cheered for Basil and Dawson. They have saved the day again.

After the ceremony, Basil and Dawson reunited with Olivia Flaversham and her father: Hiram Flaversham.

"Basil, Dawson."

"Olivia!"

"Why, Olivia. Dear girl."

And Olivia jumped into their arms.

"Why, it's awfully good to see you, Olivia."

"Yep, my daddy and I decided to come and watch the ceremony so we did."

"Why, thank you, Olivia."

"Yes, yes. Very kind. And your father too."

"Mr. Basil," muttered Hiram and shook hands with him and Dawson.

Then Olivia saw Toby.

"Why, Toby. You silly dog."

And she hugged him so tight that he licked her back, making her laugh.

It was splendid to see them again.

Meanwhile, back in the Thames River, Fidget, Ratigan's henchbat or ex-henchbat as we might say after what happened to him, managed to wash up on shore using a buoy as and his own crippled wing as a paddle for protection. He really hated Ratigan at the moment. He walked up on shore, singing a short tune about him:

Oh Ratigan, oh Ratigan,

You're a scoundrel, a fiend and that's that,

Oh Ratigan, oh Ratigan,

The world's...nastiest...rat!

And he dropped to the floor, exhausted.

"I'm so glad I'm alive."