Here's the bar scene and my OC will perform in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it! This might be the longest chapter, but you'll find out because the next one might be just as long.

Chapter 11: The Rat Trap

Third Person POV

At the riverfront, where The Rat Trap bar stood, mist surrounded the area while ships stayed anchored on the river and moderate waves splashed. On top of the docks, stood Toby, who wagged his tail as he watched his master and pal descend on their way to the bar.

"Stay, Toby. Stay," Basil commanded in a whisper.

Underneath the docks, a male mouse walking towards the bar, was wearing an ocean-blue sailor coat, matching his sailor hat, and pants, black shoes, and a magenta turtleneck.

"Uh, Basil," said Dawson, who was in the shadows.

The figure in blue turned around, revealing to be Basil, who had a fake mustache and carried a unlit cigarette. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he motioned for him to follow him and said, "Come, come, Dawson."

"I feel utterly ridiculous," complained Dawson as he stepped out of the shadows and came into the light. He wore a purple hat, an eyepatch to cover his right eye, a small striped pink and red shirt, dark purple pants with a belt and yellow buckle, and a gold hooped earring on his right ear.

"Don't be absurd. You look perfect," Basil assured him.

"Perfect?" Dawson asked in an annoyed voice as he pulled down his shirt, but his belly was exposed. "Perfectly foolish!"

Basil shushed him while he had the cigarette back in his mouth and opened the door with Dawson close behind him. In the pub, happy music was playing.

The room was somewhat smokey due to shady-looking members smoking cigars or cigarettes. Many tables were scattered here and there with people gambling, drinking, smoking, murmuring, chatting, and grumbling. At the very end of the pub was a stage with red curtains.

On stage was an octopus happily juggling colorful balls as the pianist played a merry tune. On the bottom right beside the stage was a mouse pianist playing the piano to go with the octopus's happy-go-lucky state. However, not everyone was interested in watching the octopus playing because they were too busy drinking, smoking, playing darts, chatting, gambling, and murmuring. The barmaid flirted with one of her customers when one customer puckered one of his lips, making smooching noises, but the barmaid punched him, sending him flying off his chair with a grunt.

"Dawson," Basil said, striking a match to light up his cigarette and tossed the burnt match away. Taking a puff of smoke, he exhaled a puff of smoke, adding, "Stay close and do as I do."

Basil placed his hands in his pockets and Dawson followed.

A bartender washed a pint glass until he noticed two mice and raised an eyebrow at them. Basil gave the bar keeper a slight wave with his left finger. Dawson did the same, but with a crabby expression on his face.

Every thug or gangster gave the two a suspicious look in their eyes, but the two paid no attention to them.

As Basil and Dawson continued to walk, a dagger was flung in front of Dawson's feet, making Dawson back away and hit a chair, where a woman was sitting. The woman had red hair and a green dress. She regarded him with annoyance.

Dawson took his hat off, apologizing, "Oh, I do your pardon, madam. Quite unintentional I-" He was interrupted by a woman blowing a puff of smoke in his face, causing Dawson to cough, concluding, "I assure you." As Dawson continued coughing, the lady and the men she was sitting with laughed rudely at him.

Dawson gave her a firm glare. "How impertinent!"

Basil grabbed his partner by the front of his shirt, firmly telling him, "Remember Dawson, we're low-life ruffians!"

Dawson put his cap back on. "Well I was until that-" Before he could say anything more, Basil shushed him before he caused any more spite. The two sat down next to each other, while Dawson stopped to give the lady a superior nod.

In a poof, Kaitlin, Olivia, and her father were already in the bar to watch the octopus perform. Kaitlin stopped to look at the pianist with sympathy, seeing his sad face as everyone else seemed to ignore his playing. The octopus concluded his performance by catching balls with his hat and took a bow. Kaitlin also gave him a glance of pity and clapped a little. Dawson clapped along with her until booing was heard.

"Get off, you eight-legged bum!" a dwarf mouse with a deep voice bellowed from his seat.

The audience began throwing darts, tomatoes, lettuce, and knives at the poor octopus, but he managed to escape.

"What's your pleasure, mates?" the barmaid asked Basil and Dawson.

Dawson behaved politely like he usually did as he ordered his beverage. "I'll have a dry sherry with, uh...Oh, perhaps a twist of-" Basil slapped his partner's mouth shut, finding him acting out of character.

"Two pints, for me and my shipmate," Basil specified Dawson by pointing his thumb to himself and his companion. Just as the barmaid was about to carry out their orders, Basil stopped her and added, "Oh, by the way, we just got into port. We're looking for an old friend of mine. Maybe you know him? Goes by the name...of Ratigan!"

The barmaid gasped at the mention of the name. The thugs and the pianist, who hit the wrong note also gasped in shock. Dawson winced as they stared at him and Basil.

"I...uh...eh, never heard of him." The barmaid dismissed the subject and went to grab their beverages.

Dawson took a glimpse at a grinning Basil, who was tapping his fingers, confident they were in the right place.

"She's lying," Kaitlin whispered to the Flavershams, "Of course she knows Ratigan."

"Maybe she was just scared," Mr. Flaversham told her.

"I'll be right back," Kaitlin told them without explaining why. She hid behind the piano as the pianist played another happy-go-lucky musical tune. Behind the curtains revealed a chubby frog sitting on an exhausted newt on a unicycle, uncaple of the heavy weight on him. Once again, more booing occurred and the audience tossed vegetables and numerous things at them, knocking them off the unicycle, finishing the performance before it even began. Some of the thugs threw tomatoes and a knife at the piano.

Kaitlin's POV

"Excuse me, sir," I told the mouse pianist.

"Yes?" the pianist asked me.

"I have a song I'd like to sing," I answered and showed him a song with piano notes I printed out from my necklace and the song I wanted to sing "Speechless" from the live-action Aladdin.

"Thank you, my dear," the pianist told me and began to play the melody as I hopped on stage and I started to sing with Mr. Flaversham and Olivia beside me the the spotlight shining on all three of us:

Here comes a wave meant to wash me away,

A tide that is taking me under.

Broken again, left with nothing to say;

My voice drowned out in the thunder.

The thugs stopped their cruelty and stared at me in silence.

But I can't cry

And I can't start to crumble

Whenever they try

To shut me or cut me down.

The pianist smiled at me as he continued playing.

I can't stay silent

Though they want to keep me quiet

And I tremble when they try it.

All I know is I won't go speechless...

The music played a bit more slowly.

Written in stone

Every rule, every word;

Centuries old and unbending.

Stay in your place

Better seen and not heard.

Well, now that story is ending.

This song was gradually starting to touch the ruffian's hearts, especially Basil's.

'Cause I

I cannot start to crumble.

So come on and try.

Try to shut me and cut me down!

The pianist gave his music a more lively feel.

I won't be silenced!

You can't keep me quiet.

Won't tremble when you try it.

All I know is I won't go speechless.

Speechless!

The thugs danced on their seats as I sang.

Let the storm in.

I cannot be broken.

No, I won't live unspoken

'Cause I know that I won't go speechless.

"She can sing?" Basil asked, stunned.

Try to lock me in this cage,

I won't just lay me down and die.

I will take these broken wings

And watch me burn across the sky

As it echoes saying

The thugs whooped and cheered as I sang.

I won't be silenced,

Though you want to see me tremble when you try it.

All I know is I won't go speechless.

Speechless!

"She can sing," Basil said, his smile broadening.

'Cause I'll breathe

When they try to suffocate me!

Don't you underestimate me!

'Cause I know that I won't go speechless!

All I know is I won't go speechless!

Speechless!

When the song was over, the audience applauded and cheered, throwing flowers at me. I took a bow, proud of my performance. "Thank you!" I said, "Thank you!" Then, I said to the Flavershams, "That was a great song, wasn't it, Olivia and Hir-" I turned to see that they were no longer with me. "What? Oh, no! Not again!" I looked at my necklace to see where they were taken and our disguises have worn off. My necklace must've malfunctioned! "How could this happen?!" I rubbed my face with anxiety. "Sorry, guys. I gotta go!" I took off leaving the audience as the crowd started to boo at me. How rude! Have they no shame? Just when things started to go well, between my successful rescue of the Flavershams and the gangsters touched by my song, their booing and Olivia's and Hiram's disappearance came back to haunt me. I sobbed until I bumped into a white mouse lady with a blue bow on top of her head, red lipstick, blue eyes, lavender makeup and eye-shadow. She was wearing a purple-ish red shawl over her shoulders, purple skirt, blue high heels.

"What's the matter, dear?" she asked me and I knew just who it was: Miss Kitty.

"I just go booed at and my friends have been taken from me," I replied despondently.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find them," Miss Kitty assured me sweetly as the two of us hugged and she broke free from her embrace, realizing it was her turn to sing. "Oh, dear! I'm next."

"Good luck with your performance!" I said as I went on my way to find Hiram and Olivia.

"And good luck saving your friends!" Kitty called, waving to me.

I stopped to thank the pianist. "Thanks for letting me perform," I said gratefully as I hugged him.

"You're welcome, young lady," he said and I pulled away.

"Goodbye!" I said as I continued to search for the Flavershams in hot pursuit, knowing I'll never see the man in person again.

"Goodbye!" he cried.

Third Person POV

The pianist fearfully played a gentle 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 and she started to sing:

Dearest friends, dear gentleman,

Listen to my song.

The crowd put their soon-to-be-thrown weapons away and calmed down as they listened to her sing.

Life down here's been hard for you;

Life has made you strong.

The audience sat down and one thug sadly took off his cap, placing it by his chest.

Let me lift the mood

With my attitude.

The pianist, feeling motivated and inspired, continued to play, but with an up-beat tune.

Hey, fellas!

The time is right;

Get ready

Tonight's the night.

The audience swayed their heads back and forth in sync.

Boys, what you're hopin' for will come true.

Dawson looked up to the singer as if he'd fallen in love with her and sighed.

Let me be good to you.

Miss Kitty danced as she continued to sing and placed both her hands to her chest.

You tough guys,

You're feelin' all alone.

As Dawson continued to gaze at Miss Kitty in admiration, Basil turned to glance and grin as he watched the barmaid whisper in the bartender's ear for her idea. Getting the gist of her plan, 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

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 evacuated from behind the curtains as the beat of the music grew stronger. The curtains opened up again as she withdrew her shawl, revealing her tight blue suit with her back exposed and black gloves. Beside her, were two mice ladies, resembling Kitty with white fur, but with moles on each of their sides, identical 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 grab 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 booty at the patrons before she winked at Dawson, who bushed. 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 returned to Basil's and Dawson's table with the two drinks, smiling slyly. "I say, on the house." As she left them, she gave them a look that said "nothing personal".

"Oh, I say, how very generous!" Dawson said, very pleased with the barmaid's generosity and dragged his drink over to himself.

"Dawson," Basil warned as he eyed his drink suspiciously and tasted it a little, "The drinks have been...drugged!" But the last word he said, he saw Dawson already lapping up his drink, too late to stop him.

"Has a rather nice bite to it," Dawson said in a drunken manner and giggled as the drugs inside the drink started to take effect. "Jolly good, ladies! Jolly good!" he shouted at the ladies as she stood up.

Basil dragged him back by the shirt, muttering, "Dawson, get a hold of yourself!"

Alas, it was no use since the drugs controlled Dawson, who lifted his eyepatch and applauded. "Oooh, bravo! Bravo!"

Before Basil could sulk any further, he heard the thumping of footsteps and Basil smirked as he saw the one who was limping and smiling up to the ladies on stage was Fidget. The bat was distracted until his pegleg got caught in a whole. "Whoops!" he cried. He grunted as he attempted to unstuck his pegleg 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 clumsily hobbled 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 found that Dawson's chair was empty and watched in alarm as he saw Dawson happily on stage with the three dancing ladies. "DAWSON!"

Dawson was twirled around by Miss Kitty.

Your baby's gonna come through!

Let me be good to you!

Embarrassed by the sight, Basil facepalmed. Two female mice in pink kissed both Dawson's cheeks and he let out a coy giggle before swirling about and landing on the pianist's piano, much to the pianist's shock.

"Yeah!" Miss Kitty exclaimed, ending her song.

An image of the ladies who kissed him danced above a dazed Dawson's head. The pianist swung his wooden plank about to hit him, but hit a muscular mouse thug, instead, who grunted and scowled at the pianist.

The pianist shook as he placed the broken plank behind his back until the giant mouse picked him by the throat, strangling him before punching 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 broke in as the thugs hit each other with chairs and clubs. Two thugs swung on the lamps above the ceiling. Seeing the chaos, the barmaid looked in horror 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 took a gun from another thug and a gunshot hit the lantern up on the ceiling.

Basil went to look for Dawson, who was lying on the floor, so Basil helped him up and lightly slapped his cheek to snap him out of the alcohol he drank. "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 the bat was still in the bar, but Fidget was nowhere to be seen and the bar fight continued. Basil helped Dawson back to his feet, saying, "Come on, old fellow. There's not a moment to lose."

As the brawl pursued with breaking bottles in the process, Basil grinned at the trap door because he figured that was where Fidget had escaped. Dawson went down there first and Basil was the last one to check the violent atmosphere before quietly closing the trapdoor. A chair bounced off the trapdoor.

AN: The part where Basil and Dawson get trapped is coming up next. My OC is going to help them, though, just as I promised.

Olivia may also sing the song my OC sang, as well.