AN;
Okay, here's the idea behind this.. Basil Mouse.. as a televisions show!
Wouldn't that be awesome? I am trying to write this episodic, each chapter being its own new story. There will be spelling mistakes, as English is not my first language, so well. I am looking for a beta!
Also am I looking for.. contributors. I would love to build this into a whole string of fics in a continuity, and working with people always is a great experience! if you have a wish to work with me on this, just contact me at ones and tell me what you got! There's some ground rules though.. Basil is Sherlock Holmes as a Mouse! thus the stories should be Sherlocky! without any magical woodo-hoodo. Just a mystery and a story. At least for now, How-ever, science can be used as madly as you want, nice things about Cartoons, the science doesn't have to make sense, it just needs to do what the plot requires. I wont take one shot cutesy scenes, only a full story, the focus is on the story and adventures not any supposed love. Humour is important! humour is amazing!
But well.. read a couple of chapters to get a feeling what I am going for.. and.. I would love to hear what people think about this idea at all. This first one though is merely an interlude, then we begin.
Hope ya people will enjoy. yours truly, Moonbird.
It was actually a rare thing now, for Doctor Dawson, this past month, ever since the big Ratigan case, his life havd been turned around, fortunately though, it was only to his own likeness. That didn't change how-ever what a rare thing it was, to just sit down in a very quiet living room. Supposedly his own living room all though it was by far his flat mates things filling up the entire place in a big mess.. all though not according to Basil, in Basil head every-thing was in a very delicate filing system in spite of in every-one else's eyes it just looked a mess.
Within a second Basil could always find what he needed, and that was in spite of his pipe being stashed in a slipper on top of the fireplace, his toothbrush standing together with all of the pens in a glass beside the chemistry set, the violin casually and carelessly frown on basils tall armchair, any potential musical notes spread across the floor together with scientific papers and tons of newspapers dating as much as to twenty years back.
Dawson sighed looking down on his own work. In his lap he simply had a piece of paper which he was slowly scribbling down at as he enjoyed the rarity of a… mostly silent living room. You would have to ignore the bubbling experiments in the middle of the works, and then there was a very odd machine like contraption just clicking away to Dawsons left. Wisely Dawson chose to ignore and just enjoy the warmth of the fire and his own little re-creation going on.
Through the door towards the kitchen the kind hearted Mrs. Judson stepped through and sighed by the sight all of the ''mess'' or rather Basils ''filing systems''. "What am I going to do with you Basil?" she asked out loud. "Especially when I am not really allowed to clean anything!"
"Well if he objects, I'll support you rest assured." Dawson commented kindly.
Frightened Mrs. Judson jumped up and then gasped holding a hand towards her heart. "Doctor Dawson!" she exclaimed surprised. "I didn't notice you!"
"So sorry." Dawson turned around to give Mrs. Judson a concerned look. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"Quite all right, quite all right." Mrs. Judson breathed deeply. "It's just, well, it tense to be more obvious when the gentlemen are at home. You are sitting out on this case Doctor?" she asked with a slightly lifted eye-brow.
"I'm afraid I am not as young as I used to be." Dawson chuckled to himself. "Middle age seems to be my new life, there's a reason why I was at last send home from the field, only to enter another one it seems." He joked. "I just can't keep up with dear Basils tempo all of the time."
"I really shouldn't be surprised." Judson commented as she entered starting to dust. "I must say Doctor, it is very nice to have at least one respectable tenant, with prober good manners."
Dawson chuckled to himself. "Why thank you." He stated
"And well, it's nice to know some-one is looking after Basil. A respectable down to earth doctor of all things, heaven bless you! It could not be better." Mrs. Judson continued.
"Well, it seems like has taken pretty good care of himself." Dawson commented. "He's been fine so far hasn't he?"
"Hardly." Mrs. Judson sniffed turning towards the book shelf. "The young man can't take care of himself if his life dependent on it, which I suppose it does. Wearing himself thin he does. You've seen him dashing about."
"Yeas indeed." Dawson nodded before frowning. "Does he ever slow down?" he then asked.
"Not what I have seen." Mrs. Judson then stated. "only when he passes out in his chair or in bed, and I do mean passes out." she told a little sternly turning around looking directly at Dawson.
"Hmm." Dawson nodded. "Perhaps I should speak to him about that."
"He wont listen." Mrs. Judson made aware.
"Nevertheless." Dawson mumbled putting down his pen.
"Quite frankly I am surprised." Judson continued as she started to dust of shelves.
"About what?" Dawson asked.
"That you would so quickly just take the room." Mrs. Judson stated reaching up on the top shelf, which she could barely reach. "I mean, the life Basil leads is hardly some-thing for a gentleman, you should settle down, some-where nice and quant."
"Ah, but you forget." Dawson smiled lightly. "I am an army doctor, spend my entire life in the Queens army I did, travelling, always either in the middle or on my way to trouble, it quite frankly made me eerie to be back at London having nothing to do, this is most welcoming and Basil well, he rather quickly became a good friend, beside as you pointed out, he seems to need some looking after."
"I don't wish to be crude, but you don't appear as such." Mrs. Judson told honestly.
"Well, looks can be deceiving can't they?" Dawson chuckled to himself. "And just because I have lived a life of being quite adventurous, I am still of good British family, I do believe in being a gentleman towards your fellow man." He told warmly. "Some-thing I admit Basil could learn from, how-ever I am very thankful to be let in so easily, this is far better than just hanging around alone doing nothing, I am very thankful indeed."
"No family you can go to?" Judson asked in a slight frown.
"Oh, three sister." Dawson told in a warm smile. "But all of them having enough to do with their own growing families, I wouldn't want to intrude." He stated.
"But surely they would like to see you." Judson enquired.
"Well, to be frank, having spend all of my life out there on the field, we don't know each other that well." Dawson sighed. "And I don't believe any of them would like having me dashing about, I for one certainly wouldn't be happy as a long term guest in such a house, so it's all neither here or there. This how-ever, suits me splendid Mrs. Judson." Dawson told. "Maybe in time I can even set up a practise, that was my first plan actually."
"Heavens, in here?" Judson blinked.
Dawson chuckled to himself. "Of cause not, this environment is hardly a place for patients!" he gestured around at all of the fumes, the things impossible to dust, and the experiment in the middle of their progress. "All though, it would be nice to have a corner devoted to my things." He then mumbled thoughtfully looking at new of how Basil took up all of the space in their shared home. "Just a shelf to emergency medicines and such."
"Well, if Basil says no you'll have my support." Mrs. Judson winked.
Amused Dawson smiled and then shook his head. "Much appreciated." He chuckled slightly.
Just in time for the door to slam up, startling both Dawson and Judson as a lean mouse, drenched to the bone, wearing a top hat far to big for him which he had to push up to be able to see, a scarlet cape and a saber dashing in his belt strode in. "HAHA! Success is in my brilliant grasp ones again!" the dripping Basil exclaimed gladly waltzing inside completely forgetting to close the door after him, or even seeing the two other occupants as he drippingly went towards his chemistry set.
"Is it raining?" Dawson asked without thinking.
"What?" Basil looked around. "Why on earth would it be raining? Have you yourself noticed any rain?" he asked returning to his experiments.
"Basil, you are soaking." Mrs. Judson informed.
"I am?" Basil asked and then looked down at himself as if he first now realised. "So I am." He stated. "How quint." And he merely returned to his experiment staring down a stethoscope.
Warily Dawson and Judson exchanged looks, before Dawson at least cleared his throat. "And why, may I ask." He started. "Are you that wet?" he asked.
"Hm, took a swim in the river Thames, rather unfruitful though." Basil mumbled. "The item I need was long since taken by the tie, but some-times one have to try." He shrugged.
"Basil for heavens sake, at least take off your coat! You'll catch your death this way!" Mrs. Judson proclaimed.
"Hm, yeas sure, what-ever." Basil stated without even looking up but simply slithed his coat and scarlet cape off to reach the items towards Mrs. Judson dropping it in her arms so it landed there in a great shash, dripping even more on the floor.
"Basil!" Mrs. Judson scolded before sighing defeated just hanging up the coat for drying at the fireplace.
"And urh Basil.." Dawson hesitated.
"Not now, busy." Basil commented a little impatient picking up his sample and walking towards another table.
"Why the saber?" Dawson asked pointing at Basils belt.
"Had to pose as a guard, but only for a minor minute, I suppose I forgot to put it back." Basil shrugged.
"And the top hat?" Dawson asked.
"Top hat?" Basil blinked. "What top hat?" he now looked genuinely confused at Dawson.
In return Dawson merely pointed up at Basils head where upon the to large top hat had several down fallen down Basils eyes forcing the detective to push it back.
Confused Basil reached his hands up and felt, then his face broke into a grin. "EUROKA!" he yelled gladly taking it of looking happily at it. "And to think I had it all along! He didn't destroy it?"
"Excuse me what?" Dawson asked confused.
"This is the top hat of the Baron Rathbone and as is so obvious made out of Irish leather, it has been in a room with many soaps lately." Basil commented sniffing to the hat. "Meaning a washing room, Herald wanted to get rid of any evidence so he took the hat and tried to hide it away which means that the Butler did it!" Basil stated triumphantly. "BRILIANT! Don't you think dear Dawson?" Basil asked Dawson directly.
"Urh.." Dawson blinked. "Some-thing tells me you would have to had been there."
"Well I suppose the re-telling of a story wont ever capture the essence of the adventure, quite correctly." Basil stated turning the hat in his hands as was it a price. "Now I'll just return this to my client in the morning, and another case solved! A shame you decided to sit out on this one Watson."
"Well, it only took you a day to solve." Dawson commented kindly. "There'll be another one tomorrow no doubt."
"Ah, but the one tomorrow wont be like the one that happened today!" Basil stated. "Dear Watson, no case is the same, and thank goodness, how dull would that be?" he asked placing the hat on the table before walking towards his chair and grabbing his violin, starting to plug it.
"Well I suppose." Dawson shrugged and returned to his own chair, putting on his reading glasses and picked up pen and paper.
Silently Basil started to play a soft tune, one of those Bach tunes he was so fond of, giving Dawson good space to continue his work.
That was until Basils violin halted.
Slowly Dawson looked up and met Basils look who looked disgusted back at him. "The fall at Big Ben?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.
"You read my writing upside down." Dawson commented. "Basil that is rude."
"You're the one writing down the case, which I was involved in, Dawson that happened a month ago, time to move on." Basil stated.
"Well, I thought it was interesting enough for a re-telling and maybe storing." Dawson shrugged continuing to write.
"Repeating the same thing over and over is boring." Basil muttered. "Why would you do that?" he asked. "Spending all day writing down cases that has all ready happened when new ones out there awaits our arrival?" he asked.
"Well, as sure as I am today was very exciting for you." Dawson hesitated. "I just needed to relax, and well. Basil you may don't care, but there are things to learn from your unique working habits, your scientific obscurities, the world could be richer for it if you just.. shared a little bit."
"So you are trying to educate the world based on my intellect?" Basil asked.
Dawson frowned slightly. "I wish you wouldn't put it like that, but basically yeas Basil."
"Well good luck with that, old chap." Basil sighed leaning back in his own chair replacing his violin on his chin. "I have been trying to do that for years, usually people don't want to listen." He stated before going back to the prior melody. "In fact, the term out of my mind is one frequently appearing." And then as he played, simply just dismissed Dawson.
Dawson shook his head. "Well, some-thing tells me this has to catch the attention of some-body." He told. "Some-thing your life is not Basil, it's not boring. I would say it's quite interesting." He stated putting a final dot on that days story, having tons of blank pages ready for the next ones to come.