"You won't feel a thing, I promise," Basil vowed, drawing out a tranquilizer dart gun, "Not with this."

Fidget shook his head in disbelief and discomfort.

"I'll bring a friend over to you," Basil returned, trying to cheer him up and went inside to bring Olivia Flaversham outside. She held a cheese crumpet in her hand just so she can distract Fidget. Fidget's eyes softened at the sight of her.

While this was going on, the mouse detective shot Fidget, leading the bat bear to fall asleep. That was the perfect time to inject the needle in Fidget's furry right arm, drawing out blood. When the victim finally shifted back into his normal self, Basil of Baker Street pulled out the dart so Fidget can see the girl mouse who stood in front of him.

"Fidget, would you like a crumpet?" Olivia asked, holding a crumpet for him.

"Yeah, sure, Livy," Fidget said, standing up no matter how exhausted he was, taking the crumpet, and embracing the girl mouse.

"I'm so glad to see you back to normal," said Olivia.

"It's good to see you again, too," Fidget said and gobbled up his cheese crumpet.

Olivia giggled at the sight. "You're silly," she said, handing him a napkin and he wiped his face.

"Would you like some tea to celebrate?" Basil asked.

"You bet!" Fidget replied excitedly and inside the house, they sat down and simply enjoyed themselves.

…

That night after Basil and Olivia drank their tea, while Fidget didn't touch his, the two mice trudged up the steps, leaving the bat to stare out the window as if he may shift into a bear again. Knowing that it wouldn't happen again and thanks to Basil's cure, he was safe.

However, as Fidget gaped out the window, the rat dipped a barbarate that dissolved in his tea without him noticing.

Once the tea had been sipped, Fidget collapsed on the floor, into a heavy slumber as if he were a bear that was hibernating.

Ratigan checked to see if the bat was deeply asleep. "Hmm, is he sleeping?" Ratigan wondered as he poked him, "Good."

He heard Fidget snore, but what did Ratigan care? He didn't give a rat's tail whatsoever!

The rat started writing a letter to Basil and his gang about what he'd done and bent down to pick up the sleeping bat.

…

The next morning, on the dock near the Thames River, the professor set him down and found an anchor and a rope. He placed Fidget on the anchor, tied him and dipped him into the water. "Everyone'll think he drowned in his sleep."

…

Meanwhile, on that same morning, Basil discovered a letter that lie on his living room table. It read:

Dear Basil of Baker Street,

You and your friends must meet me at the docks beside the Thames River. If you don't hurry, your friend will surely die!

Sincerely,

Professor Ratigan

"Fidget's in trouble!" Basil said, "But let's see." He checked Fidget's tea cup. "It wasn't quite finished. That means, Ratigan must've drugged him. Quickly, let's get Toby before it's too late!"

…

With Toby, it was possible to make it to the dock in time. "Ratigan, pull him up!" Basil demanded.

With a smirk, Ratigan did just that. "But he could have drowned," Ratigan accentuated.

Basil untied Fidget.

"He's waking up, Basil," Dr. Dawson said.

"Fidget, are you alright?" Mr. Flaversham asked.

"Fidget, it's us," Basil said, trying to get Fidget's attention.

Fidget coughed.

"I think he's snapping out of it," Basil said.

Fidget coughed once more. When the coughing stopped, he wondered, "Oh, Basil? Dawson? Olivia? Flaversham? Toby?"

"Oh, Fidget, you're alright!" Olivia cheered and she gently hugged him. It was just what he needed.

"You're lucky the barbarates in your tea didn't come in a large dose," Basil told Fidget, "Otherwise, you would've been killed."

"That's touching," Ratigan said sarcastically, "When he really recovers this evening, meet me at St. James Park because I, myself need a cure."

Basil hoisted Fidget up. The bat looked up at the detective with imploring eyes, "Did you hear that, Basil? It's dangerous, but worth a shot."

Everyone started on their way back to Baker Street. "And if it still doesn't work, then you and Olivia will have to fight when he tries to get to us and it'll have to be the silver bullet," Basil said to the pleading bat.

Fidget smiled at the thought.

…

When Fidget renewed his strength, Basil and his friends returned to St. James Park with a vial filled with a cure for Ratigan and gun, where the rat anticipated. "Great to see you again, Basil," Ratigan sneered, "And Fidget, you have recovered. Good for you."

"Well, Ratigan, since you've been waiting for a cure, here it is," Basil said, elevating a vial.

The professor gingerly snatched it from him. "Thank you, master detective," said he, "I'll take it then." He swallowed it all up, but to Basil's astonishment, it didn't work. Fear etched in his and everybody else's faces as they watched, holding each other in horror as Ratigan growled immensely. Now, they were acutely aware that this rat was a beast he had always been. Not only that, he still wanted revenge against Fidget and Olivia, so he loomed over to them, ready to kill them.

At this point, Fidget and Olivia had gained enough energy to go berserk and piled up on him, scratching him with all their might, leaving bite marks, and the bat jabbed Ratigan's bear form in the eye with his peg leg.

After the brawl, the two jumped off him. Fidget landed as gracefully as he could on the ground with Olivia in his wings.

Since Ratigan's cure wasn't functioning like Basil wanted, he drew out his gun and shot the rat and Ratigan collapsed to his death.

The assembly took a long glance at the dead rat.

"It's all over," Dr. Dawson said.

"It just happened so suddenly," Mr. Flaversham agreed.

"He's gone," Olivia stated.

"Gone for good," Fidget concurred.

"Let's go, troops," Basil urged, "We're out of here."

They all climbed aboard the dog and off to Baker Street, they escaped.

…

"Fidget, you were lucky it wasn't you," Basil said.

Fidget was speechless at the moment.

"If it weren't for your idea, we wouldn't have been saved, now would we?" Dr. Dawson pointed out.

Fidget grinned.

"Well, at least you didn't have to grin and bear it," Basil joked.

"Oh, cut it out," Fidget said as he playfully punched the detective with one wing and everyone, including Fidget started chuckling at Basil's joke.

The End

Phew! After every thought I put into this story, I decided, why not end here? I'm sorry if it's rushed to some, but I chose to just call it done because I have no further inspiration for this story.