First, a Disclaimer. The Great Mouse Detective and all ideas based upon it are owned by Disney. Basil of Bakerstreet and all characters from it are owned by Eve Titus. I own only Max...or at least the idea. I'll fight that one out later.

Vamp: I return! I am sorry. Basil was being all...mean and crap and had me stuck in a basement for three months until Dawson and Ratigan came and got him to go away. Apparently he's not a fan of me making him cry.

Now, once again this chapter was not beta-read, so if anyone finds any mistakes, once again, please let me know. As we've assablished, I'm very OCD about that stuff.

And thanks to Noelle M., SuZkU07, and Tess for reviewing this chapter. These 5 reviews mean alot to me.

Now, let's go to the next chapter of To Ratigan, the World's Greatest Rat


Journal Entry 4 Date October 20, 1897

From the mind of Padric 'James Patrick' Ratigan

It has been two weeks since that pesky mouse Max forcibly joined my gang. And I am not above admitting, at least to myself, that every time I see him I find myself wanting to rip his throat out, if only for being called a-

I can't even say it, it sickens me.

So far, though, despite my beliefs and wishes, he has turned out to be a fairly….adequate thief. In the past two weeks he has stolen the following items and brought them to my possession:

- A diamond broach

- A set of silk shirts

- An embroidered handkerchief with my initials, which I found pleasing

- And a copy of Queen Mousetoria's Royal Seal

I admit to being particularly pleased with the seal. I have no idea how he could get his hands on it, as she only uses it to send letters to other royals or nobles. However he did so, I am extremely impressed.

However, I have reason to believe that this Max has also been taking cuts from my earnings and hiding it for himself. I would normally ask, and by ask I mean order ruthlessly, Fidget to investigate, but the worthless bat seems to almost have made friends with him.

There is more to this Max than meets the eye, I am sure of it. It's in the way he walks, as if his mind and body are separate, It's almost as if his mind is expecting to be working something larger, and his body isn't big enough for the results. He walks too fast and finds himself over-correcting, making it look like he's sauntering, or on a bad day, drunk.

That's another thing. He never drinks. He says that he has never done so in his life, nor ever intends to. I find it peculiar. For he has no trouble conversing with my drunken men, and in fact seems to almost enjoy it….

If I was a paranoid man, I would think he is gathering information,

However, I am not a paranoid man.

I am a smart one. I will send William and Fidget out to gather information on that American.

American, hah! What a foolish little creature. He has no working knowledge of the place he has found himself in….and yet he seems to have no trouble whatsoever.

A strange creature.

And speaking of annoying creatures, I find myself without my favorite, and I say so as bile rises in my throat, mouse Basil of Baker street. I almost flew into a rage when I heard he had been knighted. Knighted! The pipsqueak. However, my fall from Big Ben had taken it's toll, and I had still been confined to my bed. It's a wonder how much damage one can go through falling into a bucket of water on a scaffolding. I'm just lucky that the curtain didn't fall for me as well.

But back to Basil. The Great Mouse Detective. The Sherlock Holmes of Mouse Dom, I've heard it all before. Why hasn't he come? Surely these thefts around the city must have perked those big ears of his into action. By now, he should have started searching for me.

Could…..could that trip on Big Ben have caused more damage than I realized? I amdit I had been in a crazed state, and even now as I draw back into my memory I am admittedly frightened that I had sucome to those basic instincts and attacked so wildly. Could I have…..

No. He is still out there. I know it.

I'll send William and- no, I have them after Max.

..Basil can wait a little while longer.

..yes. Just a little while.


Vamp: And there we go! Shorter than my last two, but no less suckish! As promised, I give you a Ratigan POV. And I think it's pretty on the ball.

We've finally gotten into Ratigan's head, figured out how he survived the fall, AND established that he's susspision/hates Max and is worried (Slightly) about Basil.

Now, I'm not sure who I'll be writing (or what I'll be writing) about next, so suggestions are accepted and will be credited. I'm also looking for Beta-Readers. Brains required.

Stay tooned for the next instalment of To Ratigan, the World's Greatest Rat!

Also, side note, I may be starting a Batman fanfic, but I'm not quite sure yet. Thought I'd mention.