Chapter 12: Miss Kitty's Song
The pianist timidly played a soft melody as the thugs were about to make another stink over his performance by preparing to throw darts, tomatoes, and chairs at the next entertainer, who was already on the spotlight.
It was a white lady mouse with lavender make-up and eyeshadow, red lipstick, and blue eyes, wearing a purple-red shawl over her shoulders, purple skirt, and blue bow and high heels. To calm the patrons, she began to sing:
Dearest friends, dear gentleman,
Listen to my song.
The patrons set down their objects to listen to her voice.
Life down here's been hard for you;
Life has made you strong.
The audience sat down and one thug glumly took off his cap, putting it by his chest.
Let me lift the mood
With my attitude.
The pianist, encouraged to go one, pursued to play, but with an optimistic melody.
Hey, fellas!
The time is right;
Get ready
Tonight's the night.
The patrons swayed their heads left and right in sync.
Boys, what you're hopin' for will come true.
Dawson sighed as he stared at her in silent bliss as if he was in love. Even Clover and Eve were enjoying Kitty's performance.
Let me be good to you.
Miss Kitty danced, while singing and put both hands to her chest.
You tough guys,
You're feelin' all alone.
As Dawson continued to eye Miss Kitty in appreciation, Basil turned to peek and smirk at the barmaid and bartender. The barmaid whispered in the bartender's ear for her scheme. Getting the point of her method, he popped open a bottle of pink liquid into two pints, creating fizziness.
You rough guys,
The best o'you sailors and bums;
All o'my chums
The barmaid whispered in the bartender's ear for her scheme. Getting the point of her method, he popped open a bottle of pink liquid into two pints, creating fizziness.
So, dream on
And drink your beer.
Get cozy,
Your baby's here.
You won't be misunderstood.
Let me be good to you.
Miss Kitty shifted from behind the curtains as the volume of the music increased. A band of mice rolled the drums and a mouse blew the trumpet. The curtains opened up again as she removed her shawl, unveiling her tight blue suit with her back uncovered and black gloves. Beside her, were two mice ladies, who looked just like Kitty with white fur, but with moles on each of their sides, matching pink layered dresses and pink feathered hats, and the same color gloves as Kitty.
Hey, fellas
I'll take off all my blues!
Miss Kitty removed her skirt, exposing light blue feathers and on her right thigh was a frilled garter-belt. The crowd started whooping and cheering at the sight of her. One of the members climbed up to her to reach her, but the others held him back. Miss Kitty winked at him, but pushed him off the stage with her foot.
Hey, fellas,
There's nothin' I won't do
Just for you!
Miss Kitty shook her bottom at the patrons before she winked at Dawson, who blushed. Miss Kitty's sisters who danced beside her did the can-can as the patrons continued to cheer for them.
"There you are, boys!" The barmaid came back to Basil's and Dawson's table with two alcohol beverages. "I say, on the house!" She departed from the duo.
"Oh, I say, how very generous!" Dawson said, delighted with the barmaid's nobility and dragged his drink over to himself.
"Dawson," Basil informed him as he observed his drink suspiciously and tasted it a little, "The drinks have been...drugged!" But the last word he said, he warned him too late.
"Has a rather nice bite to it," Dawson said in a drunken manner and chuckled as the drugs inside the drink started to kick in. "Jolly good, ladies! Jolly good!" he shouted at the ladies as she stood up in praise.
Basil dragged him back by the shirt, muttering, "Dawson, get a hold of yourself!"
Unfortunately, it was no use since the drugs controlled Dawson, who lifted his eyepatch and applauded. "Oooh, bravo! Bravo!"
Before Basil could mope any further, he heard the thumping of footsteps and smiled as he saw the one who was hobbling and grinning as he gazed at the ladies was Fidget. The bat was preoccupied with them until his peg leg got stuck in a whole. "Whoops!" he shouted. He grunted as he tried to free his peg leg and lifted his cap away from his face.
"Well, if it isn't our peg-legged friend," Basil said as he discovered Fidget, who finally managed to get his peg leg free, but awkwardly stumbled backwards.
So, dream on
And drink your beer!
Get cozy;
Your baby's here!
Hey boys, I'm talkin' to you!
"Dawson!" Basil chortled triumphantly, "Ooo-hoo! What luck!" At that moment, he realized Dawson was no longer with him and watched in shock as Dawson danced on stage with the three ladies. "DAWSON!"
Dawson was swirled around by Miss Kitty.
Your baby's gonna come through!
Let me be good to you!
Disgusted by the sight, Basil facepalmed. Two female mice in pink kissed both Dawson's cheeks and he let out a shy giggle before wheeling around and landing on the pianist's piano, much to the pianist's surprise.
"Yeah!" Miss Kitty exclaimed, finishing her song.
An image of the ladies who kissed him danced above an astounded Dawson's head. The pianist waved his wooden plank to hit him, but hit a muscular mouse thug, instead, who grunted and glowered at the pianist.
The pianist nervously shook as he placed the broken plank behind his back until the giant mouse grabbed him by the throat, strangling him before hitting the piano with Dawson still lying on it. The thugs were knocked over like pins were by a bowling ball and Dawson fell to the floor from the piano.
Then, a bar brawl began as the thugs struck each other with chairs and clubs. Two thugs dangled on the lamps above the ceiling. Seeing the uproar, the barmaid looked in terror and she along with the bartender brought a club for defense. Fidget just sat there, drinking his Rodent's Delight like the bar fight was just normal for him.
A mouse patron pulled a gun away from another thug and the gun shot the lantern up on the ceiling.
Basil searched for Dawson, who was lying on the floor, so Basil helped him up and gently slapped his cheek to snap him out of the alcohol. "Dawson? Dawson!"
"Ah, what?" Dawson exclaimed, the drug wearing off. "Wha-what? What in heaven's name is going on here?"
"I've just spotted our peg legged-" Basil turned around to see if Fidget was still in the bar, but Fidget was nowhere to be seen and the bar fight kept going. Basil helped Dawson back to his feet, saying, "Come on, old fellow. There's not a moment to lose."
"Basil! Dawson! Follow us!" Clover and Eve urged, motioning them to follow, pointing to the trap door.
As the brawl carried on with breaking bottles in the process, Basil smiled sly at the trap door because he finally saw what the girls were talking about and that was where Fidget had vanished. Clover and Eve were the first ones to climb down. Dawson went down there next and Basil was the last one to check the fierce atmosphere before quietly closing the trapdoor. A chair bounced off the trapdoor.