A/N: Basil-lovers, I bet you'll be giggling soon…
It was a lovely day. Mr. Flaversham and Olivia were having tea in the courtyard of their small but rather successful toyshop.
While Olivia's father was whittled away a wooden frog, Olivia was eating crumpets.
While occasionally throwing some over her shoulder to Toby.
Toby was not a mouse. In fact, he was a dog, large and cute. His head to the ground with his floppy ears, he eagerly snatched the mouse-sized tidbits with great care from Olivia's tiny hands.
Through the many courses of their adventures, Toby had taken a great liking to Olivia. He was a constant companion to Basil, and when not on duty hung around to play with Olivia.
"Well speak of the devil…" Mr. Flaversham said as he saw Basil and Dawson stride into the courtyard.
Toby barked happily at his other master mouse, sitting up and wagging his tail. Olivia giggled and ran up to him, hugging his leg.
"Tea time? We have plenty of room!" Olivia said as Basil patted her head.
"No time at all. We need Toby to track down Professor Ratigan!" Basil calmly said with a smile. Olivia's eyes widened with excitement.
"Can I come can I come?" She said as she bounced up and down. Lauren couldn't help but smile as she saw her again. Thomas smiled nervously.
"I'm afraid not Olivia. Tracking down him, and where I suspect we'll be going will be very, very dangerous." He sighed as he slumped in the chair. Toby still had the doggy smile on his face.
There was a pause before Mr. Flaversham spoke up.
"You say…Professor Ratigan?" He spoke, shivering visibly.
"Indeed I did Mr. Flavergamer. He is on the loose! But do not fear, I doubt you are in danger. He has another, more hideous plan up his sleeve…" Basil said with beady eyes…then took on a look of concern.
"Flaversham, if you please." He corrected as he usually did.
"Whatever. Anyways, I would like to introduce to you Ms. Lauren and Constable Thomas. Lauren was a bargirl working for Ratigan at Mickey Finn's saloon, and Thomas is a bumbling young police officer dumped on me for my personal safety. I would have introduced Anette to you, but ten minutes ago she was captured by some of his mice thugs right under our noses."
Lauren and Thomas bowed, Thomas giving an apprehensive look at Basil's 'compliment'.
"A pleasure to meet you. Of course then Olivia isn't going if it deals with Ratigan…" Flaversham quickly set his hand on Olivia's shoulder as she pouted.
"I wanna help put him in jail daddy!" She murmured as Basil walked over to Toby.
"He's dangerous! Imagine what he would do to you if he saw you again! He would kill you!" Her father hissed with a worried tone.
Basil sighed, pulling out a handkerchief from Anette and a wet napkin, soaked in the smell of the bike's tire treads. Toby eagerly bent down to sniff the evidence.
"Good boy…good…yes, get the scent…oh and here…" Basil quickly pulled out a cigarette. "Here's a bit of Ratigan!"
Toby growled and gave one last sniff before loudly howling to the sky, bending down in anticipation to get after the scent!
"Sorry to cut chit-chat short but we have two ladies to rescue and a rat to bag!" Basil said as he ran up Toby's ears and seated himself on his head.
Dawson kissed Olivia goodbye as he clambered up, Lauren and Thomas following.
Who knew he had the powers over a dog? Lauren thought, quickly finding a seat behind Basil.
As Toby trotted out the narrow passageway to the street, Basil sat erect and gripping the fur. However, he also noticed two white female arms around his midsection.
Blushing, Lauren was clinging to him as Toby turned into a run. She squeaked, smothered against Basil's back and holding on for dear life seeing she never rode dog-back before. Thomas was gripping the fur behind her, his teeth chattering loudly as he hung for dear life. Dawson, of course having done this before, sat comfortably and smiled, despite his inner hatred of riding Toby.
Basil coughed as he held unto his hunter's hat, still having warm female arms around his body. He turned, seeing Lauren looking around at the sights of London and clinging to him desperately. Her purple dress ruffled with the wind, her long golden hair glimmered in the sun as it blew in the breeze of the galloping dog, the ribbon in her hair rippled…
Turning his attention back to the road, He was taking notes in his head the streets they passed and such to get their bearings. Occasionally Toby stopped, sniffing corners and sidewalks to pick up the scent. And then off they would gallop, Thomas screaming all the way as Basil could not stop blushing.
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