(As Sora and his friends walk with Olivia and Dawson setting off to Baker Street. The camera moves from the sign on the building that reads Baker Street up to a blinded window, where Sherlock Holmes is playing his violin. 'Down below, Olivia, Dawson and their new friends have arrived at 221 1/2 Baker Street. Dawson knocks, and Mrs. Judson, the housekeeper, opens the door, her arms full of books, blankets and pillows, as well as a teacup and medieval mace. Dawson removes his hat courteously.)

Dawson: Good evening, Madam. Is this the residence of Basil of Baker Street?

Mrs. Judson: I'm afraid it is. He's not here at the moment, but you're welcome to come in and wait. And you unfamiliar mice, go on in and have a wee bite of cheese and wine.

Terra: Uh...only Ven, Aqua and I drink any adult beverages. Axel here is an adult, but he doesn't drink them. Do you happen to have any tea for the others?

Ventus: Terra I not supposed to drink alcohol!

Aqua: Just calm down Ven I'm sure Terra didn't mean to that.

Terra: I'm sorry Ven I shouldn't say what I did about you and you're right you're not supposed to drink alcohol.

Ventus: I may be of age, Terra, but I chose not to do it until I become a master like Aqua.

Mrs. Judson: Well anyway you're all welcomed to come inside, yes young man I do have tea for others.

Dawson: Oh, I-I don't want to impose. It's just…the girl.

(He gestures towards his side, but Olivia isn't there. Dawson and Mrs. Judson look inside, where Olivia is already seated by the fireplace examining a magnifying glass with interest. Mrs. Judson thrusts her load into Dawson's arms and rushes to her side.)

Mrs. Judson: Oh my! You poor dear! You must be chilled to the bone! (She takes off Olivia's hat and wrings it dry, then removes the girl's scarf.) Oh, but I know just the thing. Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my fresh cheese crumpets. (Mrs. Judson rushes to the kitchen and shuts the door.) (Olivia looks around the room, fascinated by what she sees. A small propeller is operating a bellow, and attached to that are several cigarettes and a pipe, all of which are puffing.)(On another table, four different pairs of shoes are being turned in a circular motion, first being brushed with black paint, and then setting a print on a stack of paper. Dawson is hanging up his coat, but a voice coming from the front door distracts him.)

Basil's Voice:(Triumphantly) Ah-ha! The villain's slipped this time! I shall have him! (The door bursts open to reveal a large mouse dressed in Chinese robes. He smiles triumphantly with a gun in his hand as lightning strikes. Dawson is petrified as the mouse bursts inside, rushing towards one of the many tables.) Out of my way! Out of my way!

Dawson: I say, who - (His question is cut short as the mouse's hat is thrown directly on his own head. He takes it off and addresses him once more.) Who are you?

Basil's Voice:(Speaking more normally) What? (He pauses and turns to Dawson.) Oh? (He reaches up and pulls off what turns out to be a rubber mask to reveal the one and only Basil.)

Basil:(Formally) Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow.

(Basil smiles at Dawson's confused stare. He pulls at a tab on his robe, which lets air escape to reveal his slender form, surprising Dawson even more. Olivia, on the other hand, is relieved to see him and approaches eagerly.)

Olivia: Mr. Basil! I need your help, and I-

(Basil is clearly not listening to her as puts on his house robe. He tosses a dart over his shoulder with his eyes closed, scoring a direct bullseye on the dartboard.)

Basil: All in good time.

Olivia: (More desperately) But-but you don't understand. I'm in terrible trouble.

Basil:(Ignores Olivia) If you'll excuse me.

(Basil walks by, and Olivia sighs.)

Riku: What's his problem?

Sora: I don't know but he shouldn't ignore her like that.

Dawson:(Impatiently) Here, now, now. Now see here! (He shakes a finger at Basil, who once more rushes right by the two of them. Dawson pauses momentarily, but soon regains his wind.) This young lady is in need of assistance. I think you ought…

Basil: (Interrupts him by handing him the gun.) Will you hold this, please, Doctor?

Dawson:(Dawson accepts gracefully…) Of course. (…but with his eyes closed, Dawson doesn't realize at first what he's holding and points the gun at his head. He opens his eyes, and then nervously holds it out at arms length until Basil retrieves it.) Ah, wait just a moment. How did you know I was a doctor?

(Basil picks up an ordinary bullet and places it in the gun, all the meanwhile answering Dawson without interruption.)

Basil: A surgeon, to be exact. Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan. Am I right?

Dawson: Why…(Chuckles) Oh, yes. Major David Q. Dawson. But how could you possibly-

Basil: Quite simple, really. (He holds up Dawson's arm to reveal a stitch mark on his jacket.) You've sewn your torn cuff together with the Lembert stitch, which of course, only a surgeon uses. (He continues speaking as he gathers several pillows.) And the thread is a unique form of catgut distinguished by its… (whispers to Olivia)…peculiar pungency…

(Olivia is befuddled.)

Basil: …found only in the Afghan provinces.

(One by one, Basil tosses the three pillows at Dawson, who holds them against his body, his face mostly covered.)

Dawson:(Muffled) Amazing!

Basil:(Simply) Actually it's…elementary, my dear Dawson.

(Basil spins the revolver and aims it at the pillows. Dawson looks around in terror and throws the pillows onto an armchair. As Basil calmly readjusts his aim, Dawson jumps behind the opposite chair, seizing Olivia's arm and bringing her behind it. The gun fires, and pillow feathers fly as they cautiously peek out. Mrs. Judson rushes back out at the stentorian report.)

Mrs. Judson:(Panicking) What in heaven's name?! (She soon discovers her pillows are nothing but feathers.)(Distraught) Oh! Oh! My… (She spits out several feathers.) My good pillows! (She glares angrily in Basil's direction. He is kneeling in the chair, tossing the feathers aside.) MR. BASIL! (He pops his head above the chair as she spits out more feathers.) How many times have I told you not to…?

Basil: There, there, Mrs. Judson, it's quite all right. (smells cheese crumpets from the kitchen.) Ah…(Sniffs) Mmm! I believe I smell some of those delightful cheese crumpets of yours. (He gently pushes Mrs. Judson back to the kitchen.) Why don't you fetch our guests some?

Mrs. Judson: But, ah, but, but…

Basil:(shuts the door, silencing her.) Now… (He gets on his hands and knees and searches on the floor) I know that bullet's here somewhere.

(Olivia has found it and is holding it up for him. He takes it.)

Basil:(Grudgingly) Thank you, Miss…

Olivia: Flaversham. Olivia Flaversham.

Basil:(Distracted) Whatever.

Olivia: Yes, but you don't understand--

Basil: Shhh! (Basil opens a small box and pulls out another bullet. Taking the one he just fired, he puts them under a microscope and compares their markings. The first reading matches…)Yeah… (…so does the second one.) Yes! (However, from the third direction, the markings go off in separate directions. He yells.) NOOOOOOOOOO! Drat! (Depressed) Another dead end. (Dejected, Basil tosses the extra bullet aside and slowly walks over to his chair.) He was within my grasp.

(He flops into his chair and slowly reaches for the violin sitting beside him. As Basil plays a mournful tune, Dawson nudges Olivia encouragingly, and she walks towards him, determined to make him listen now that Basil is unoccupied with his detective work.)

Olivia: Now will you please listen to me? My daddy's gone and I'm all alone.

Basil:(pauses temporarily, feeling still depressed) Young lady, this is a most inopportune time. (He resumes playing, but after seeing Olivia's sad face, decides to reassure her.) Surely your mother knows where he is.

Olivia: I--I don't have a mother.

Roxas, Xion, Naminé and Axel: Neither do we!

Riku: What did I tell you about making references to bad sequels?

Roxas, Xion, Naminé and Axel: Sorry

(Basil screeches the violin as he abruptly sits up.)

Basil: Well… um… well, then perhaps… (Firmly) See here! I simply have no time for lost fathers. (He turns away. Olivia is now annoyed, and puts her hands on her hips.)

Riku: You'd better make the time for it, or else I'm gonna get...sarcastic!.

Olivia: Calm yourself, Riku... And you see, I didn't lose him. He was taken by a bat.

(Basil's eyes widen and he leans towards Olivia intently; clearly, this information is of great importance.)

Basil: Did you say…BAT?

Olivia: Yes.

Basil: (Expectantly) Did he have a crippled wing?

Olivia: I don't know. But he had a peg leg!

(This information is key to Basil, who stands up on the arms of the chair, his arms wide.)

Basil: HA!

Dawson: I say, do you know him?

(Basil is by now sitting on the top of the chair, as if building up to a shocking revelation.)

Basil: Know him? That bat, one Fidget by name, is in the employ of the very fiend who was the target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment. The nefarious Professor Ratigan!

(Basil points his bow in the direction of the fireplace, where a picture of a well-dressed rat sits on the mantle frame. The flames in the fire burst and lightning strikes as we see a close up of Ratigan's sinister grin.)

Dawson: Uh…Ratigan?

(Basil leans over the top of the chair and delivers the next few lines from different locations, accenting Ratigan's character.)

Basil: He's a genius, Dawson. (He ducks down and reappears at the side.) A genius… twisted for evil. (Then he moves in front of the chair.) The Napoleon of crime! (More thunder booms.)

Dawson: As bad as all that, eh?

(Basil is now behind them, poking his head through a banister.)

Basil: Worse! For years, I've tried to capture him and I've come close…(He stands and holds his fist out towards the picture.)…so very close. But each time he's narrowly evaded my grasp. (Basil's voiceover continues as the camera takes us deeper and deeper through London's sewers.) Not a corner of London's safe while Ratigan's at large. There's no evil scheme he wouldn't concoct! No depravity he wouldn't commit. (We come to an empty barrel on its side, and an iron door with bars.) Who knows what dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting even as we speak…

Naminé: And where there's a villain like Ratigan, there could well be Maleficent, Pete, Organization XIII or Vanitas...