Hey folks, I'm back! I'm just pouring out the chapters here (then again, I've had this story planned out for a while, I just have been waiting to type it up and share it with the peoples of the Internet!)

FairyTales And Pixie Dust: That's our Ratti; a ruthless crime lord and a dastardly villain, but a loving father. Yeah, I know, I wish he could've survived, too, but in order to make the story work he kinda has to be dead. But at least he gets to be with Mary again (I fully believe that God forgives all our sins, no matter what they may be, and that we will all go to Heaven.)

In this chapter, we meet the villain of our story and find out what his evil plot is. Again, I don't own the movie, just my OC's.

As Danielle climbed down the sewer entrance to get to her home, she was being watched by a young male mouse of about twenty-five, standing in front of the cemetery gate. This mouse had very pale gray, almost white fur and gray-green eyes, and he wore a black suit with a red cravat, black shoes, a black overcoat and a black hat. He puffed on a cigarette as he watched her go into the sewer.

Interesting, the mouse thought to himself. I always thought that only sewer rats lived in the sewers, and she's much too pretty and small to be a sewer rat. He turned to the groundskeeper. "Excuse me, my good man, but who was that lovely young woman that just went into that sewer opening?"

"Danielle Ratigan, daughter of the late Professor Ratigan," the groundskeeper explained. "Comes here every week to visit his grave. Sweet kid...unlike her old man, the vile bugger." The groundskeeper spat on the ground. "Hope he's rotting in Hell. The only reason I let 'em bury that bastard here is because she paid me a handsome amount of money."

"And she's living alone in the sewers?"

"Yep, in Ratigan's old secret lair...though it ain't much of a secret anymore. He left his daughter a big chunk of money when he died...a lot of it in stolen goods, which she gave back almost immediately. Like I said, sweet kid. Still left her a pretty hefty sum, what with him being an old professor and all. She said that even though she can afford to live anywhere she wants, she grew up in that old lair, and she's not about to leave it any time soon."

"And the mother?"

"Died within minutes of giving birth to her. Poor kid never knew her mum."

The young mouse nodded. "Interesting..."

Later that morning, the young mouse arrived back at his flat, where he was greeted at the door by his butler. "Welcome home, Master Wallace. Did you enjoy your morning walk around town?"

Wallace responded by taking off his coat and hat and shoving them into the butler's arms. "Hang these up for me, will you, Jenkins? I'm going up to my study." He left the foyer.

Jenkins sighed. "Of course, Master Wallace." He shook his head and grumbled to himself as he hung Wallace's belongings. Ever since his parents died when he was a boy and left custody to their faithful butler, he had been stuck taking care of that ungrateful brat. Never once did Wallace ever say "please" or "thank you," or even treat him as any decent gentleman would treat another living being. No, to Wallace he was little more than a labor-saving device. How Jenkins wished that he could tell the bastard off, but he knew that that would lead to certain unemployment, or even death if Wallace were in a bad enough mood. No, he knew that he would have to suffer through his servitude in silence.

In his study, Wallace picked up his robe from the back of his desk chair, then took three darts out of the desk drawer. He was thinking about Danielle, hatching a plan.

"Gorgeous, single, and wealthy," he described her. "Not to mention the daughter of that idiotic Professor Ratigan. All I wanted after my parents died was to join his band of thugs and live a life of adventure and crime, but would the bastard let me in? HA! "You're too young," he said. "You don't have enough experience," he said. "Come back when you're a little older, son." SON! That wretched sewer rat had the gall to call me SON!"

Wallace turned to face a dartboard hung on the wall with a picture of Ratigan tacked to it. "The World's Greatest Criminal Mind indeed. Bah! Without his loyal henchmen I doubt that Ratigan would have been able to rob a florist's shop, much less attempt to murder Queen Mousetoria and take over the kingdom!" He snorted. "Well, Professor, how's THIS for an evil plan? FIRST, I'm going to woo your daughter." He threw a dart, which landed in the picture's left ear. "Then, I'm going to MARRY her." The second dart hit the picture's nose. "And last, I'm going to slash her throat, dump her corpse into the Thames and take her inheritance for myself!" The third dart landed in the picture's left eye.

"Oh this is going to be glorious! No longer will I be the poor son of the stupid nobleman who gambled his fortune away. I will have riches, fame, power! No one will dare laugh at Michael J. Wallace the Third again!" He laughed wickedly, then opened the door. "Jenkins, fetch me a cab. It's time to meet my future wife."

Yeah, Wallace is one petty little S.O.B., ain't he? I seriously doubt that a guy not letting you into his club justifies plotting to murder said guy's daughter after he himself is dead...but then again Maleficent plotted to murder Princess Aurora all because her boneheaded parents didn't invite her to their party, so I guess overkill is just standard for baddies.

For those of you wondering, yes, the picture of Ratigan that Wallace has tacked to his dartboard is the same picture that Basil had on his mantle in the movie. How did he get a copy of it? I have no idea!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you soon for more!

All my best, DiscordantPrincess.