A/N: Also, RustyPete12, I'm not sure if Tolansky is parodying anything or not, he's Scrappy Doo Fan's OC, so maybe he can tell ya for me.

Fievel turned around and heard crying and went to go over to it and saw a certain mouse girl. "Olivia?"

"Oh... Fievel!" Olivia cried and soon hugged him. "It's terrible! My father was taken! The worst part is that this has happened before!"

"Oh... Olivia..." Fievel gasped, hugging her to try and console her.

Olivia sniffled and soon hugged Fievel right back as she began to cry since her father was gone like when Ratigan took him away from her and she had to go and find Basil for help.

"C'mon, Five, you get Olivia outta here," Lionel advised. "We'll take care of the fire."

"Okay... Come on, Olivia." Fievel nodded.

Olivia soon followed Fievel, holding paws together so that they could get to safety.

Meanwhile, Lionel, Atticus, Darla, and Cherry did their best to put a stop to the roaring fires going on around the area, and in a few minutes, the flames were extinguished. Cherry wiped her forehead once the fire was taken care of.

"I guess all that fire safety you had as a kid with mass hysteria over paid off." Atticus teased Cherry.

"Time for jokes later," Lionel advised. "Any clues in the wreckage?"

"Hmm... Let's see..." Atticus said before using his telescopic vision. "Some burnt clothes and food... This fire was no accident though. Someone did this."

"Yeah, no kidding," Lionel remarked. "Question is, who was it?"

"Time for Detective Fudo to get on the case." Atticus said before taking out his magnifying glass.

"Yeah, and us too." Lionel remarked.

Atticus soon picked up a strand of fur and examined it as it was a clue.

"Find anythin', Poirot?" asked Lionel.

"Hmm... There appears to be some fur, but it doesn't look like it belongs to a mouse." Atticus informed.

"So... Then what kind of fur IS it?" Darla wondered.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's from a dog." Atticus narrowed his eyes.

"Then it was Mousey!" Lionel exclaimed. "We better get going and find her lair!"

"Shouldn't be too hard to find," Atticus glared. "I knew I couldn't trust that psycho poodle."

"She and Tolansky are planning something for sure," Darla said. "I overheard them when they were talking with Tony and Tiger."

"Then let's hurry and find them!" Lionel replied.

"They could be anywhere by now!" Cherry added. "Let's make like a tree and get outta here!"

Everyone nodded, and exited.

"Uh... Isn't the phrase 'Make like a tree and leave'?" Darla asked.

"Don't question it, Darla." Atticus replied.

"Yeah, it's just how Cherry is," Lionel added. "But I like it!"

"I don't know much about this Tolansky guy, but he must be Mousey's little right hand pet." Cherry suggested.

"Sorta like Alonzo to Cruella." Atticus muttered.

"I dunno who that Alonzo mook is, but yeah, you have the right idea," Lionel nodded.

"Cruella's driver," Atticus said. "Pretty much more of a lackey than Horace and Jasper themselves."

"I see..." Lionel nodded.

"Anyway, I smell a rat... Make that a rat dog..." Atticus smirked. "Come on, guys."

Everyone nodded, and rushed off.

"Guys? Guys!" Fievel called out as he was with Olivia.

"Yeah, Five?" Lionel asked.

"There you guys are." Fievel frowned.

"We thought ye left us." Olivia added.

"As if we'd do that to ya," Lionel scoffed. "Now c'mon. Methinks this mystery is just about solved!"

"I can't find anyone anywhere." Fievel frowned about his family being gone.

"Well, I think we might know where they were taken." Lionel explained.

"Really?" Fievel and Olivia asked.

"Yes, perhaps you should come with us." Cherry suggested.

The two mice looked at each other, then nodded as they followed behind. They then stealthed around as they had a new place to visit. Someone began to follow them which worried Fievel and Olivia.

"THE MONSTER!" The young mice cried out before running from the frightening looking shadow.

"Five! FIVE!" Lionel yelled. "It's just Tiger... Relax, man."

"Tiger?" Fievel replied.

"It's okay, kiddo," Cherry said. "No need to panic. Tiger's not gonna hurt ya, after all, you guys are a duo."

"I saw the m-monster..." Fievel stammered.

"Monster?! Where?!" Tiger yelped, his eyes darting around wildly.

"Philly! Livvy!" Tony called out, panting heavily.

"Tony, the monster-I mean Madame Mousey-They-She-They got my family!" Fievel cried out.

"I know!" Tony replied. "Mousey's gone nuts with that monster of hers! Whatever it is... All over town, she's grabbin' mice like it was a fire sale!"

"With a big emphasis on the fire part." Lionel added.

Tiger looked like he was going to leave.

"Tiger, we can't stop Mousey by ourselves, we need help!" Fievel told his feline best friend. "You got to go to the dogs!"

"D-D-D-D-D-Who...?" Tiger blinked.

"That's right!" Tony told him.

"You gotta go and find that Lone Woof character and get him to the hideout!" Lionel explained.

"I'm a cat, ya know, a feline," Tiger reminded. "Dogs and I, we just don't-"

"Tiger, you're the only one who can get there fast enough!" Fievel replied.

"Yes, well, that might be, but-" Tiger replied.

"Tiger, you have to go through with it," Darla said. "Lone Woof knows you, and if you help us, you won't be just helping us, it'll be the future of mousekind for everybody! Please, Tiger, we need you! You're our only hope!"

"Besides, Lone Woof knows who you are." Lionel added.

"He d-d-does?!" Tiger yelped.

"Sure, back in the park, remember?" Tony asked. "Course, you WAS unconscious for most of that..."

"Sometimes I think it's better that way." Tiger replied.

"Tiger!" Darla called.

"WHAT?!" Tiger replied.

"Tiger, you really have to do this, it's about the fate of mice everywhere!" Darla told him.

"D'oh... Fine..." Tiger sighed reluctantly.

"It'll be all right, Tiger, I promise you." Atticus reassured.

"Okay... Central Park... Here I come..." Tiger replied as he turned around and headed off.

"Maybe I should go with him?" Atticus suggested.

"Good thinking." Lionel replied.

"All right," Atticus said. "You all be careful. I'll be back."

"Atticus?" Darla frowned out of worry.

"Yeah, little sis?" asked Atticus as he turned to face her.

"What if you don't come back?" Darla frowned.

"Darla, don't think like that." Atticus frowned back.

"Of course they're gonna come back." Lionel replied.

"Listen, kid, it'll be all right," Atticus told Darla. "I'm your big brother, and I promised I would never let anything hurt you. So stay here with the others, and I'll go with Tiger."

"Ohh... Okay." Darla replied.

Atticus soon gave Darla a hug before he would leave with Tiger to help comfort her.

"Now get moving," Lionel stated. "You got yourself a mission."

"All right," Atticus said. "Cherry, take good care of Darla for me."

"Sure thing." Cherry replied.

Atticus nodded and soon went to leave with Tiger. "To Central Park!" he then proclaimed.

And Tiger and Atticus took off into the night. Darla soon waved with a soft sigh, feeling worried about Atticus already.

"Come on, Dimples, we gotta go." Cherry told the former child star.

"So now, what do we do?" Tony asked.

"Find my family!" Fievel narrowed his eyes.

As the mice panicked and ran about the scene, the group snuck over to Mousey's caravan. Tony managed to pick the lock and get them inside. They soon took a look around and it seemed like a typical fortune teller's hideout.

"Somethin' really smells about this place." Tony commented.

"I know what ya mean." Fievel said as he found a crystal ball.

"Yeah, and the fragrance happens to be Eau de Baloney." Lionel added.

"Hold on!" Cherry replied as she suddenly had an idea. "It's that phony baloney dogbane stuff that Mousy was trying to sell to those mice to protect 'em from the Night Monster!"

"No kiddin'!" Lionel remarked. "But it also reeks... Like a sewer pipe, like that one from the old house."

"Remember what Tanya said?" Fievel smiled. "Madame Mousey's owner was the wife of the public work's chief!"

"So?" Tony replied.

"So that means he's the guy in charge of sewers!" Fievel clarified.

Lionel spotted a nearby trap door under the table and lifted it up. "And this, no doubt, is her doorway." he remarked.

"Trap door... Classic." Cherry commented.

They all looked down and saw a long pipe leading down to the sewer.

Meanwhile, Tiger and Atticus ended up in Central Park.

"Eh... Yoo-hoo... Dogs... Anybody home?" Tiger asked as he climbed onto a fountain.

"Come on out, we're not gonna hurt ya!" Atticus added.

But nobody said anything back.

"Oh, well... Must be their night off." Tiger shrugged as he leaned back to the fountain.

"WHO GOES THERE?!" A voice demanded.

Tiger yelped and then fell into the water.

"It is I, Atticus, with Tiger," Atticus replied. "Show yourselves, O High Council of Dogs."

At this, the dogs emerged from the shadows.

"S-So... M-Many...!" Tiger gulped in abject terror.

"How dare you defile the sacred fountain?!" A dog glared at Tiger.

"Listen, sorry about that, but we gotta talk." Atticus replied.

"You are a cat and a mouse," The dog sneered. "A shifty and unworthy eater of mice and cheese."

"No, no," Atticus replied. "Tiger would never eat a mouse."

"Yeah, I like mice," Tiger explained before backpedaling. "Um, er, not in the way that you're thinking, I mean I don't like to eat mice-"

"SILENCE!" The dog snapped at both of them.

Tiger fell to his knees. "Oh, please, I didn't even WANNA come here, honest, but the mice, see, they need help!" he explained frantically.

"We have no interest in the affairs of mice." Another dog sneered.

"You're supposed to help us out!" Atticus glared. "What is wrong with you mutts?!"

The dogs just snarled at them, and Tiger covered his own eyes.

"Okay, fine; chew me to bits, I don't care anymore," The actual rather scaredy cat replied. "You're all nuthin' but a bunch'a bullies, going around, scaring people like that crazy poodle!"

"Yeah!" Atticus added. "You're just as bad as she is!"

"Poodle?!" The other dogs replied once they heard that word.

"Did you say... 'Poodle'?" One of the dog asked.

"Yeah, at least that's what she says she is, looks like an extra medium rat to me." Atticus huffed.

"Hmm... Tell us more..." The lead dog replied out of vast intrigue.