The Great Mouse Detective rewrite

by spinarak54321

When her father, Hiram, is kidnapped, Olivia Flaversham goes to the great detective Basil of Baker Street. In order to find where the Detective lives, Olivia enlists the help of Doctor David Q. Dawson. When the two arrive, they meet Basil and his nephew, Jet (my OC). Now, it's up to Basil, Dawson, and Jet to help Olivia find Hiram and stop Ratigan for good.

2. Chapter 1

Chapter One

Doctor David Q. Dawson was reading a newspaper as the horse drawn carriage carried him across the barren streets of London. When the carriage stopped, Dawson decided to get off. He had spent the better half of the day looking for a place of his own, and it hadn't been easy. Dawson then headed into an alleyway where he heard an unusual sound coming from the alley.

Looking around, Dawson saw a forgotten human rain boot. Looking inside, Dawson saw a young girl sitting on a medicine box, crying softly.

"Oh!" Dawson said. "Oh my! Are you all right, my dear?" Dawson gave her a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "Come now, come, come. Here, dry your eyes."

Olivia then took the handkerchief and blew her nose, sniffling, she handed it back to Dawson as he sat down next to her.

"Ah, yes, that's better," he said. "Now tell me, what's troubling you, my dear?"

"I...I'm lost," the girl said, obviously sad. "I-I-I'm trying to find Basil of Baker Street."

"Now, let me see here," Dawson said as he took the newspaper clipping the girl handed him. Putting on his glasses, Dawson read the headline. "'Famous detective solves baffling disappearance.' Mmm, hmmm. But, uh, where are your mother and father?"

That's why I m-m-must find Basil!" The girl then began crying into her scarf.

"There, there, there," Dawson said, trying to get her to stop. "Now, now, now. Well, I don't know any Basil..."

The girl looked at him, her eyes ready to burst into tears. Dawson then gave her a warm smile as he took off her glasses.

"...but I do remember where Baker Street is." The girl then brightened her face as Dawson stood and reopened his umbrella. "Now, come with me. We'll find this Basil chap together."

Olivia and Dawson then walked outside and headed over to Baker Street.

OOOOO

221 1/2 Baker Street. The mouse-sized home was directly below the home of the great human detective Sherlock Holmes. The one for the mice was owned by a detective named Basil. Or rather, it was rented by him and he was sharing the home with the land lady Mrs. Judson.

Jet Richards, a 16 year old light grey mouse, had a key to the place, and Mrs. Judson knew he would be arriving.

"Hey, there, Mrs. Judson," Jet said as he dropped his backpack and took a stack of books off the woman's hand. "I'm here."

"Hello, Jet," she responded as she gave the books to the boy. "Are you heading up to the room?"

"Yes, ma'am. I can take these up for you."

"Thank you, Jet," she sighed as the boy picked up his backpack and took the stack of books upstairs. Mrs. Judson then began cleaning up more things, believing it would be fairly calm tonight.