Back in Baker Street, Basil whispered Dawson's name, but his partner pretended to be asleep and ignored him because he was obviously still mad at the detective. Dejected, Basil strode to his room and tried his best to sleep. It wasn't long before Dawson had crept in the detective's room after knocking. Who could that be? Basil wondered out loud, as he stormed out of bed. He opened the door and saw his partner, who was now out of bed.
"Dawson, good to see you, old chap!" Basil said delightedly.
Dawson stepped further into Basil's room, causing Basil to walk backwards. Afterward, Dawson pointed to the bed and they both sat down at once.
"What are you here for, anyway?" Basil inquired.
"I am here to ask what you got as a Christmas present when you were young," Dawson answered, holding onto Basil's magnifying glass.
Basil snorted at his partner's comment, but eventually cleared his throat and said, "Well, my dear Dawson, I got a detective sleuth kit and a magnifying glass. I remember that quite well!"
"Christmas isn't just about getting presents," Dawson warned, "Everyone knows that."
Basil nodded convincingly and mulled over what else Christmas was about. "My family gave me the kit and the magnifying glass because I had a tendency of playing pretend to be a detective."
Dawson merely nodded.
"Anything else, doctor?" Basil asked, snatching his magnifying glass back.
"No," Dawson said, shaking his head, "That's all I can think of. Goodnight."
As Dawson departed from his room, Basil climbed back into bed and fell asleep.
It wasn't long before Dawson signaled Toby to wake up and get Olivia after three.
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At 3 AM, Olivia got up to turn off her alarm clock as if someone were playing a prank on her, but nearly forgot that she had to convince Basil to celebrate Christmas and her dad will help her. Mostly to explain the argument they had the night before. Olivia couldn't sleep, anyway. So, she put on her gown and wings on top of her night gown. "I'm ready, Daddy," she said as her father popped into her room.
He solely smiled and took her by the hand and left the house, letting Fidget sleep peacefully in his bed. The bat seemed very comfortable sleeping in his bed, snoring away, although he still liked hanging by his feet.
Once outside, the Flavershams saw Toby bounding towards them. He licked them, causing them to laugh. Seconds later, the dog let the mice on him and off they went to Basil's to negotiate with him.
…
Outside of Basil's flat, Mr. Flaversham momentarily knocked on the door.
"Oh, that's just great!" Basil muttered under his breath as he hopped out of bed and strutted towards the door. Reluctantly, he opened to door. "Oh, it's you, Flavershams," he said, meekly, "What do you think you're doing this time at night? It's Christmas Eve. Shouldn't you be in bed sleeping?"
"That's what we're here to talk to you about, Basil," Mr. Flaversham replied.
"Alright," he said, inviting them inside and closed the door behind them like a gentleman, "Now, what is it that you would like to say?"
"Well, Basil, we understand that you were busy," Olivia explained, "But the way you said it, you were ruining Christmas for all of us."
"You see, what my daughter's trying to say was…" Mr. Flaversham tried to say.
"I know what she was saying," Basil interrupted.
"It's about family, celebrating the birth of Jesus, and hope," Olivia enlisted, "Not tearing each other apart."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Basil apologized, "I'll think about what you said."
"Please do," Mr. Flaversham said.
"However, there is one thing," Basil pointed out with his hand.
The Flavershams stopped dead in their tracks and gave him the "well?" look.
"A little bird told me," Basil clarified, "His name was Dr. Dawson."
"Oh," Mr. Flaversham said, "We might as well be heading back to bring Olivia to bed and get Fidget because he'll discuss something with you, as well." With that, they headed out the door to bring Toby back to their house to gather up Fidget as soon as Olivia made her way back to bed.
…
At 4 AM, Fidget heard his alarm clock go off. "Is this some kind of joke?" Fidget moaned aloud, "Because this isn't funny!"
"Fidget, don't you remember?" Mr. Flaversham reminded.
"It's time for you to go," Olivia, who was out of bed chimed in, "Goodnight and good luck." Then, she veered back into her room.
Without arguing with Mr. Flaversham, Fidget put on his black hooded cape and drew out his plastic Scythe.
"Ready?" Flaversham asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Fidget replied as he immediately whisked out of the house like a vampire of the night. However, that did not stop Mr. Flaversham from following the rushing peg legged bat outside.
Toby had been waiting for the bat and mouse to emerge on sight and let the two friends scramble onboard.
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When they came to Baker Street, Fidget knocked on Basil's door.
"What in Heaven's name is going on?" Basil grumbled aloud as he climbed out of bed and sauntered up to the door.
"Hello again, Mr. Flaversham," Basil said, mildly, "And hello Fidget. You look different this evening."
They said nothing. Fidget and Mr. Flaversham solely closed the door behind them as they started inside.
"So, what brings you here on this fine evening?" Basil inquired, puzzled.
Mr. Flaversham whispered in Fidget's ear in order for Fidget to know what to say.
"I am here to warn you as far as what will happen if you do not start celebrating Christmas," Fidget informed mysteriously, stressing his words with one of his wings being raised.
Basil nodded in acknowledgement as the mysterious and dark cloaked bat spoke without admonishing him.
"Do heed my warning," Fidget warned, darkly, "Because if don't, you will lose all of your friends, close ones, and those you love because they may not speak to you again."
This time, Fidget whispered in Flaversham's ear, "What does 'heed' mean?"
"It means to 'pay attention'," Mr. Flaversham whispered back.
"Okay thanks."
Basil cautiously gave thought to what Fidget had demonstrated earlier before. Finally, Basil stated, "I do heed your warning. From now on, I will celebrate Christmas and thanks to you."
Fidget uttered nothing, but merely nodded.
"Don't mention it," Mr. Flaversham noted, "Good night."
"Same to you and Merry Christmas," Basil said, waving his hand as they departed from his house on Toby's back. As soon as they left, he trotted up the stairs to his room.
On the way back to the Flaversham's house, Fidget had fallen fast asleep in Mr. Flaversham's lap, snoring. Mr. Flaversham didn't mind one bit for he was used to it. Promptly, Toby dropped them off at their house and sprang back to Basil's.
Inside the house, Mr. Flaversham laid Fidget onto Fidget's bed and tucked him in. Right after that, Mr. Flaversham had sauntered to his own room.
