AN- Okay, I felt that M deserved a last song too, so here it is! Artemis, I wondered where you were! Unfortunately, as I near the end of this endeavour, I can't use the song you suggested but it was a great suggestion- maybe a one shot one day, we shall see! But since, you were the last reviewer, and a Moriarty is reading this too, I dedicate this chapter to Artemis Gray, and Tokakeke13! Enjoy everyone, as this could the longest chapter I've written for this, I couldn't stop writing all of a sudden.

In his new found secret base, Professor James Moriarty paced the floor. His new group of miscreants- Satan's sister, tokakeke and wickednlazy- stood watching him pace in thought. 'This time, there's nothing they can do, this plan is FOOLproof!' With my undercover agents working in the palace, it will be oh so easy to infiltrate the building and have a 'meeting' with the queen…' He chuckled, taking a glass of wine and drinking from it. His long coat whipped behind him as he turned to the three.

Moriarty:
From the brain that brought you the Big Ben Caper
The head that made headlines in every newspaper
And wondrous things like the Tower Bridge Job
That cunning display that made Londoners sob

Now comes the real tour de force
Tricky and wicked, of course
My earlier crimes were fine for their times
But now that I'm at it again
An even grimmer plot has been simmering
In my great criminal brain

Tokakeke:
Even meaner? You mean it?
Satans sista:
Worse than the widows and orphans you drowned?
Wickednlazy:
You're the best of the worst around
All:
Moriarty
Moriarty
The rest fall behind
Moriarty
Moriarty
The world's greatest criminal mind

He paused for a moment as the three applauded him slightly and he refilled his glass. Sweeping a load of paper from a nearby desk he seated himself upon the edge.
'Thank you, Thank you. But it hasn't all been
champagne and caviar. I've had my share of
adversity, thanks to those miserable second-rate
idiots, 'the league of extraordinary gentlemen'. Those
insufferable pipsqueaks have interfered with my
plans!
I haven't had a moment's peace of mind'
The girls 'awwwed' in sympathy and he nodded, the smirk suddenly returning to his face.
'But, all that's in the past! This time, nothing, not even they, can stand in my way! All will bow before me!'

Girls:
Moriarty
Moriarty
You're tops and that's that
Moriarty
Moriarty

Voice:
Moriarty the world's biggest twat-

'What? What did you call me?' M turned around angrily to the agents, threatening them with a letter opener.

Wicked: It wasn't me!

Tokakeke: Don't look at me.
S.S- I came from over there!
The professor swiftly made his way to a group of crates, kicking one over onto the floor.. There came a short cry of surprise and M leaned over the box. He grinned, reaching over and pulling the intruder up by the collar of their shirt. 'It seems we have a visitor ladies…tie him up!' He ordered, pushing Thomas Sawyer unceremoniously into a chair. He was bound to it within seconds.
'Comfy?' M asked mockingly, returning to his seat on the desk.
'No.'
'Good. I'll deal with you momentarily, but first,' he looked to the ladies, 'as you were singing?'

wickednlazy:

Even louder
We'll shout it!
satans sista:
No one can doubt what we know you can do
Tokakeke:
You're more evil than even you

He laughed, tipping Sawyer up on the chair and letting him drop again. The chair fell backwards and Tom flinched as his head hit the floor. 'Ow!' He saw M's boots walk past close by.

Ladies:
Moriarty
Moriarty
You're one of a kind
Moriarty
Moriarty
The world's greatest criminal mind!

They rose their glasses of wine and clinked them in M's direction, who rose his own glass with a satisfied smile on his face. Tom saw the boots moving towards him, and felt the chair being pulled upright again.
'You're gonna get it.'
M laughed and slowly brought his gun towards Toms head. 'Oh… I don't think so…'
There came a crash from the other side of the room, and soon Hyde was towering over Moriarty. 'Damn you all!' He shouted as the gun was knocked from his hands and Hyde picked him up from his coat collar. 'Gotcha.' Said a cockney voice from nowhere in particular. 'Not! Haha!' M had someone slipped away from his captors and was now running away successfully.

'Hey, shouldn't we-?' Tom began. Quatermain yawned. 'Oh leave the idiot, we'll be back when he'll be back.'