Alright, for this chapter, Liz is going to get in trouble. But the big question is, with Redeye, or her father. Maybe both. These are the questions that haunt me in my dreams when I'm asleep. Sorry, I got that line from my best friend. The Great Mouse Detective is not mine in any way, shape or form. the only characters that belong to me are Liz, Redeye and Ridget. Anyone who wants to use these characters must ask my permission first please. Oh, and Ridget's origin MIGHT come up in this chapter. It all depends on whether or not it's this chapter or the next chapter.
"Olivia, my how you've grown." Said Dawson, trying to make conversation while they walked down the street. Toby had passed away of old age six months ago, and the new dog Holmes had adopted was not fully trained by Basil, yet.
"Why thank-you, Doctor." She said.
"Basil, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we doing." asked Olivia. Basil realized that he only stormed out because he was upset at Liz.
"Well, Olivia, I meant for you to lead us to the sight of the crime. I guess I sort of forgot to let someone besides myself lead this one time." He said, motioning for her to take over the lead.
"Well, we just got back from Scotland. We had sold our home planning to stay there longer than we had. my father and his brother got in a fight while we were there, and my father stormed out, I followed after him and my uncle slammed the door on us. We were in our hotel room at the time." She said.
"Did you tell the hotel manager." asked Dawson.
"Actually, yes." She said. Then she turned in shame.
"What is it?" asked basil.
"I never even thought of The Great Mouse Detective." She said blushing. "the hotel manager had to tell me to search for the famous detective if my father had gone missing." She looked down. "But then I looked down in shame. I couldn't imagine your reaction would be as it was when you heard my father was missing... again!" She said. "I expected you to be sort of cross with me about how I always seem to lose him, and how I should probably get a leash for him, or something." She continued. "But you just said, 'we've not a moment to lose' the way you always did." She said.
"Is this it?" asked Dawson.
"Yes, we were on the third flour in room 312." She said. They walked in.
"Ah, hello ." She said, greeting the man like an old friend. The mouse behind the counter wore small lense glasses, a black suit with a red yellow striped tie. He had brown tuffs of hair and a mustache.
"Hello, young Olivia. I see you found our famous mouse detective." Said Mr. Garrison. He reached out to shake hands with Basil. He welcomed the handshake.
"Ah, . I see you've had less bandits in your hotel for the past three months. Remember, just call when you suspect someone." Said Basil, revealing that he had done many cases with this mouse in the past.
"Well do, Mr. Basil." he said. "Now, how can I help you?" He said, resuming his post. They explained their story and he allowed them in the room.
Liz looked around the alley way. She wore a coat like her father's, though they wore nothing alike underneath. he wore sweater vests, and buttoned shirts, and ties. She wore a blue tank top, and black pants, which were just right, seeming how it was dark out. I also forgot to mention, she had inherited barely anything from Sarah. She inherited most from Basil, including her long curly brown hair, which fell to the middle of her back. She inherited that from her grandmother on her father's side.
"I'll make you proud, dad." She said. She looked around and realized she had reached where the water connects to the riverfront. She knew that this was the same pub that her father had gone to. She quickly pulled out her backpack, filled with many disguises.
She tied her hair up in a bun and slipped on the black wig, which had hair down to the shoulders. She pulled out a red belly shirt and very tight jeans. She would make heads turn, which is what grown women tried to do in these pubs. She figured Redeye would be much smarter than that to take Ratigan's old hideout, but she had to try.
"Hello sweet thang!" said numerous guys. They also tried to grab her ass, which is when she punched one of them dead in the face. that's when they stopped grabbing her ass and just complimented her. She went to a table. She wasn't even sure if this was the place. Her dad had told her about that case numerous times, but she wasn't sure which pub it might of been. a woman came over. she was plump, had curly hair, and wore a purple dress and apron.
"What's your pleasure hun?" She said.
"I'll have a beer." She said. The woman started to walk away. "Oh, and I just got into port, I'm looking for a buddy of mine." she said her fake ancent. "Maybe you've heard of him. Goes by the name of Nigel. Nigel Redeye?" She said.
everyone stopped and gasped at her. She just looked around and smiled. Now she knew she was in the right place. The woman started to say something, then stopped.
"Never heard of him." She walked away to give the order to the other guy. she turned her head to the stage.
So far every performance had been a disaster. a man came over to her and said, "Hello, my name is Jenkins. Mr. Jenkins. We're having trouble with the stage performance, and we need you to do a little performance.
"Alright." She said in her fake ancent. "I can sing and dance."
"Can you shake your ass?" He said smiling.
"When do I start?" She said, walking with him backstage.
"Basil, look." said Dawson, holding up a earring. Basil snatched it from him. They had been suspecting the hotel this whole time.
"Well done Dawson." He said. He ran back towards the stairs. "Quickly, this may lead us to finishing this case as fast as ever!' He ran down the stairs and they were back to Bakerstreet in the blink of an eye.
Basil observed it carefully. "The thing that wore this was in quite a hurry, if he didn't even notice it was ripped out of his ear. a scrap of an ear is still in it. It was batskin, so our best guest is Fidget. It is of the purest iron made near the ocean. Dawson," said Basil turning to his colleage, "I'm sorry to say, but I think we have to go back to the same pub as last time." Dawson got a look of concern across his face.
"But Basil. I threw those clothes away years ago."
"Oh, don't worry. I've got spares. Remember, this time check the drinks, and we won't even ask if she knows Redeye. We'll just go back to the same trap door when the counter is unoccupied. Until then, we will just have a drink and watch a few performances.
Liz looked out in the audience and dreaded what she saw. Hopefully her dad wouldn't recognize her, because right when she got on the stage, she saw him and two others walk in the door, Olivia and Dawson. It was a good desguise, but in the end, she knew her father's eyes. She started singing and knew she would need help in this next performance. She had already performed Concrete angel, broken, and Circus. they seemed to like the ones she danced to better. She went to Mr. Jenkins quickly after that last performance.
"I can't perform again." She said.
"Why not, they love ya hon." He said, setting down some ropes. "Why can't you perform?"
"Well..." she thought of a better reason than the one she had. "I don't have anyone to sing with me. it's a duet, and I need a guy to do the part." Mr. Jenkins went out into the crowd and went straight to Basil!
"Excuse me sir, do you know Ding Ding Dong?" he asked.
"Yeah, my daughters plays it as loud as she can. I know every word." He said. "Why?"
"We need you to sing with our singer." Basil stood up to follow him, then he turned to Dawson.
"Dawson, keep your eyes peeled for a time when the counter won't be crowded, than signal me with three sneezes in a row. Make sure they're loud enough for me to hear." He whispered.
"Mr. Jenkins, I can't work with that man." Liz said when he got back to her.
"Oh, he'll be great for the act." He said, walking by her trying to ignore her protests. Basil walked behind stage at that moment.
"Ah, hello young lady, and what's your name?" He asked her. She used her fake accent.
"My name, sir, is Beth." She said. Her full name was Elizabeth. Beth was also another name for it, and she usually used it as her disguise name.
"Ah, my name, miss, is Harold Ginna." He said. Ooh, that was a good name, but now she knew he didn't know it was her. They went out on the stage. Basil started dancing to the music as it started to play.
oh, you touch my tra la la he said to the music.
She started dancing to the music and singing lalalalala.
deep in the night, I'm looking for some fun. Deep in the night, I'm looking for love. Deep in the night, I'm looking for fun. Deep in the night, I'm looking for some...
She started to sing the girl part. "You tease me, oh please me, I want you to be my love toy. Come near me, don't fear me, I just can't get enough of you boy!" She sang. Basil looked at her strangley and stopped dancing and just stared at her.
"Liz?"
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