It had been a month or two after a new friend emerged from the darkness of his past. As of now, the Flavershams, including their newly reformed house mate bat, Fidget took a trip back to Baker Street to pay a visit with Basil and Dawson.
"Now, when we return to Baker Street, promise you'll be good while we're there. Can you do that?" Mr. Flaversham asked.
"I'll try," Fidget answered, then he paused, "I mean, I will."
"It'll be fun!" Olivia said as she bounced up and down from her seat, thrilled to see the great mouse detective and the doctor once again.
Now Fidget's grin widened up a notch. "You know, Livy? I'm just as excited as you are!" he also bounced up and down excitedly.
"Now, now, children, settle down," Mr. Flaversham warned, "We're only halfway there."
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By the time the Flavershams and Fidget finally made it to Baker Street, it was late noon, but it wasn't to say that Basil and Dawson didn't have time to catch sight of them. Basil's housekeeper, Mrs. Judson opened the door for the visitors.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," Mr. Flaversham greeted.
"Afternoon, sir," the housekeeper greeted back.
"We're here to visit Basil and Dawson," Mr. Flaversham said.
"Yes, you came to the right place," said Mrs. Judson, "Come in."
Without a second to waste, they've done so. "Oh, they're here!" Basil said as he set down his newspaper and got up from his seat.
"Greetings, dear Flavershams and Fidget," Dawson greeted.
"Dawson, that's my line," Basil corrected.
"Well, you should've said something."
Basil wanted to argue, but knew it wasn't worth it. So, to the two mice and bat, he said, "Well, now that you're all here, make yourselves at home from this long journey back here."
"Thanks," Fidget said.
To celebrate the Flaversham's and Fidget's return, Basil played the new violin the Flavershams bought him since Ratigan's death from Big Ben.
In the living room, the boy bat set the girl mouse on his lap on Basil's chair, while the girl's father sat on the green chair on the right.
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That night, the lawful detectives and a family of two mice and a bat went out to eat at a fancy restaurant. They were glancing at their menus until they decided what they wanted. They chose to have spaghetti for dinner.
Minutes later, the waitress approached them. "So, what would you like to eat?"
"Well, we'll have spaghetti," Basil replied.
Dr. Dawson, Fidget, and the Flavershams smiled at the mouse detective.
"Okay," the waitress said, "I'm sure it can be done." With that taken care of, she walked off.
In that moment, Fidget was checking out the waitress saying, "Ooh la, la. She is hot."
Basil's gaze turned sharp as he said, "Fidget, that's not how we speak to someone, including employees in public."
At this point, Fidget did not say anything. He just sipped his water.
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A half hour later, their meal had been served. "There you go," the waitress said as she set the plates of spaghetti on the table.
"Oh, thanks!" Fidget said and Basil smiled at him.
"Thanks a lot!" Olivia said.
"My pleasure," the waitress said and the bat held his tongue because he didn't want to offend such a pretty lady. He would've been kicked out and he didn't want to embarrass his friends, especially not in front of Basil of Baker Street and Olivia Flaversham. So, Fidget and his friends started eating until Fidget dropped his napkin. He bent down to pick it up when he accidentally had his hand caught under the waitress's skirt. Basil saw what was happening, but knew Fidget didn't do it on purpose, although everyone at Fidget's table, including the waitress gasped in shock.
"Sorry, Miss," Fidget said, "I just dropped my napkin and had to pick it up."
"Oh, sure," the waitress said sarcastically, "I've never been so violated in my entire life."
"He didn't mean it," Basil said, speaking in the bat's defense.
The waitress looked very skeptic. "What was that? Another offender like yourself?"
"Sure, he has a way with pretty women like you sometimes," Basil continued, "But he didn't mean for it to turn out this way, even after working for that criminal, Professor Ratigan, my enemy."
"He worked for that criminal, you say?"
Basil nodded. "That rat forced him to kidnap people, including all of us here."
The waitress's expression began to soften. "That Ratigan character sounds very nasty."
"Very nasty, indeed," Basil agreed.
Fidget looked at the waitress with pleading eyes. "I'm really sorry," he said sincerely.
She looked at him carefully and said softly, "I can tell."
Basil patted Fidget on the back. "Excuse me, Miss?" Basil said as the waitress turned to leave.
She halted. "Yes, sir?"
"You earned yourself a tip and take it from us when we're finished."
"Oh, okay," the beautiful mouse waitress replied and walked away, letting her guests eat.
"This is the best time I've ever had in my life," Fidget announced.
"We're very glad to hear it," Basil stated.
At random, Fidget burped and everyone at the table, including Basil laughed their heads off in merriment. "Excuse me," Fidget apologized.
After a while, Basil paid for the food and they were off to feed some leftovers to Toby, the dog, who stood outside the restaurant next to the fire hydrant. "Hungry, Toby?" Basil asked the Basset Hound.
Toby barked vibrantly.
"Here you go boy," Basil said as he gave his box of spaghetti to the hungry hound. The mouse detective petted him and he and his friends climbed aboard to start heading home.
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Out in the shadows approached a rat, the one who should've died when he landed in the Thames! "I'll get that Fidget and Basil just as soon as I retrieve my bell!" he promised himself.