Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 25 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.

The trio arrived at an electronics firm outside Glasgow hours later.

Local authorities were on the scene as they exited their aircraft.

"Good Evenin', lad and lasses." An inspector greeted them.

"I'm Agent Flamingo, Inspector McVernock."

"I'm pleased to meet you and your companions," he answered in a thick brogue. "Several of the perpetrators got away, but we have one in custody," he gestured behind himself. "Would you like to question 'im?"

They all walked up to a handcuffed man sitting on the street curb dejectedly. He wore a costume similar to those worn by male lead ballet dancers in romantic shows such as 'Swan Lake' or 'The Nutcracker'.

"Well, if it isn't Prince Charming," commented Don as they approached.

The man scoffed.

"We have some questions for you, Char," said Flo, trying to keep a straight face.

"Go to Hell." The crook never looked up.

"Who are you working for?" asked Flo.

The man was obviously determined to stay quiet, but then he suddenly looked nervous. "What's that!"

They followed his eyes to find he was looking at Bill, who was poking his upper body out of Don's pocket.

"Bill," said Anne. "He's -"

"A Peruvian Jackal Rat!" cut in Don, trying to look as mean as possible. He scooped up the rather bewildered naked mole rat and held him by the back of his neck and head as though he were a cobra. Don held him at arm's length and stepped toward the henchman. "And if you don't tell us who you're working for, he's going to chew right through you."

Hearing this, Bill started viciously chattering his teeth and growling.

"Gaaah!" cried the princely dressed crook, showing genuine fear. "Queen Prima!"

"Who?" asked Flo, surprised.

"I work for Queen Prima!" he scooted away from the ferocious looking rodent. "Get it away!"

Don mischievously swung Bill around to face Anne, who gave the rodent a kiss. Don then put the pet back in his pocket.

"Thanks, buddy," said Don.

Bill gave a thumb's up sign in response. "Heyah," he mumbled.

Seeing all this, the criminal's mood changed. "You won't laugh once Queen Prima rules!" he ranted. "She will-"

Flo told the inspector, "We're done."

At a nod from the inspector, several policemen picked up the still ranting henchman.

"Just one more thing," said Anne as she pulled a hair off the ranting prisoner's head. "Please and thank you," she sing-songed.

The officers then carried him to a waiting car.

"With all the ranting," said Anne, "you'd think HE was the villain."

"He's compensating for something," said Don in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Maybe that outfit," said Flo.

Anne stuck the hair into a compartment in her handheld computer and manipulated the controls. "Different guy, same hair gel," she reported.

Flo thought that over. "Your mom's not going to like this."

Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.