Basil and Olivia stood in front of the fireplace, struggling to take in their shock discovery. ''I just can't believe it, William,'' Olivia said in a faint voice. ''Not only Fidget is alive, but he is working for the Viper. I mean, it makes sense, but I saw Ratigan throw him overboard after he tried to have me thrown off.''

''The Viper must've had him rescued, thinking he could be useful,'' Basil said, lighting up his pipe. ''There is no one else we know who leaves footprints like that, it has to be Fidget.''

Olivia reached into the drawer and pulled out one of the Viper's notes. ''William, do you suppose, the 'mystery accomplice' was actually referring to Fidget, and not Ratigan?''

''It's certainly possible, but it could have been referring to both.''

''I'm going to ring Dawson,'' the young woman added, walking over to the phone. ''He did say he wanted us to keep him informed on any developments and we have a lot to tell.''

Basil nodded in agreement.

Olivia picked up the phone and dialled the number. ''Hello?'' said a female voice that sounded similar to Pauline's and Clara's, but was not either of them.

''Is this Sally?'' Olivia said slowly. ''Pauline and Clara's sister?''

''Yes it is, and you must be Olivia?''

''I am. It's nice to finally speak to you.''

''The feeling is mutual, and I do hope to see you in person soon, Olivia. Hiram has been so kind to Pauline, and has told me many interesting things about you, such as how you can calm down Basil's temper.'' Sally chuckled and Olivia blushed. ''I just dropped in to check on Pauline given her condition. She's alright, don't worry, and her belly is starting to get big. I know she can look after herself and David takes care of her, but I still worry. After all, I am the eldest so, naturally, I'm protective of my younger sisters.''

''Of course.''

''And I will be just the same when my own daughter, Susan, becomes pregnant.''

Olivia agreed and smiled as she thought about being pregnant. Hopefully, once the case was over and everything had settled, she and Basil would discuss it.

''Mother, who are you talking to?'' asked a little voice in the background.

''Miss Olivia Flaversham, Basil's love, Susan,'' Sally said.

''Can I speak to her?''

Sally said not right now, and Olivia giggled when she heard Susan huff.

''Susan has heard so much about you, all three of my children have.''

''I'm sure once the Viper has been apprehend, we can meet. By the way, Sally, is Doctor Dawson there? I want to speak to him.''

''I'll get him for you.''

There was silence for a moment before Dawson's familiar voice said, ''Hello, Olivia?''

''Doctor Dawson! You said you wanted us to keep you up to date with the case, and I have some good news. William and I have cracked the Viper's true identity.''

''That is good news, my dear! Who is that scoundrel?''

Olivia told him. ''Upon my word,'' the good doctor said in a stunned voice after a moment of taking it in. ''That's a twist I never didn't see coming, but it does explain why the Viper has never been found out. I will certainly be intrigued to hear the full story when that fiend is apprehended. And I'm guessing that Basil has finally told you about his past?''

''He told everything, that Ratigan was his adopted uncle and what he did that night to William's family, including Beatrice.''

''Poor Basil. It couldn't have been easy for him to relive it – I remember how beside himself he was when he first told me – but I am proud that he has opened up to you, Olivia.''

''I'll be sure to let him know,'' Olivia said, smiling. ''And what's more: Fidget is alive and is working for the Viper.''

''Fidget? But – but we all saw Ratigan throw him off his dirigible!''

''William reckons the Viper had him rescued, deciding he could be useful.''

''Of course,'' Dawson agreed. ''That makes sense. Now we just need to find out exactly how and when the Viper will execute their big plan …''


Fidget hobbled his way back Ratigan's old lair with a spring in his step. Who knew the thought of wanting to do good could feel so pleasant? He was no longer going to help the Viper. He was going to double-cross the Viper and discreetly help Basil and Olivia instead. Of course, he would have to careful to avoid the Viper's suspicions. Yes, Fidget wasn't exactly the most skilled at acting, but he vowed he would use all of the cunning he had gained throughout the years of doing criminal activities to pull this off. The bat looked very much forward to seeing the Viper's face when their plan was exposed thanks to him.

I should've done this years ago, Fidget thought.

Lifting the manhole cover, Fidget found himself back at his old and new boss's hideout. Reminiscing on how he had first met Ratigan and suffered much mistreatment at his hands, he remembered he had actually manged to get on Ratigan's bad side the very next day, when the professor had returned from his ''important business'' and overheard him telling Bill and the others that he also admired the Viper's intelligence. Ratigan had been overcome with his usual violent rage, displeased he wasn't the only criminal genius whose smarts the bat admired, especially since the Viper had snatched half of Ratigan's crown. Bill and the others had later privately informed him that Ratigan also hated the Viper because he had killed the professor's girlfriend, Ruby Mortimer, the daughter of the famous aristocratic rat Ronald Mortimer, who Fidget had heard of. However, they also informed him that they found it puzzling given how Ratigan had reacted to the news that Basil had burnt the Viper's left arm just weeks before, but after mulling it over they figured out why – or so they thought.

Fidget hobbled over to the area where Ratigan had nearly fed him to Felicia for losing the list. Another memory came flooding back to Fidget: that night only two months after Fidget had entered his employment – around the time of the professor's birthday to be exact – when Ratigan had left for his ''important business'' and Fidget had unwittingly stumbled upon the rat's big personal secret when he witnessed the two individuals together in this very spot. Fidget had kept what he had witnessed to himself for fear of being devoured. Even Ratigan had never known Fidget had uncovered his secret. He had never seen the second figure's face or heard a name, but since then he had pieced together the basics of who it was, and he had every intention of letting Basil and Olivia know about it when the time was right.

Fidget made his way back to the main area and saw Butch crouching on the steps that led to the main barrel. Curious as to what he was doing, Fidget climbed the steps and Butch immediately put out a finger to his lips to indicate Fidget was not to say a word. The two peeked in and saw their boss, a glass of water in hand, standing in front of the shelf and staring at the Basil and Olivia dolls, which now had a small bowl of water next to them. The Viper's hooded father-figure was also standing with his master, wiping their forehead under the hood. After finishing off the water, the villain placed the glass on the floor and picked up the two dolls.

''Oh, Olivia, I have missed you so much these last nine years,'' the Viper said, and Fidget and Butch were stunned to hear their boss talking in Basil's voice, it was so accurate it was as though the detective really was there. ''Will you marry me and become Mrs Basil?''

''William Michael Basil, I will,'' the Viper said, now in Olivia's distinct Scottish voice. ''I do!''

The Viper made smoochy noises as they made the dolls kiss, then moved the Basil doll again and resumed talking in the detective's voice. ''And all these years I made a point never to get close to anyone, until you entered my life. You are mine and we shall show our love to the world.''

''Yes, we will, William. We are happy. With our brains combined, no villain shall ever get the better of us, because we are the smartest.''

Butch and Fidget looked at each other, unable to believe what they were seeing. Their boss was playing with dolls like a child. Perhaps he was even more insane than they thought?

The Viper placed the two dolls on the floor and then produced two more dolls from their cloak pocket: a Viper doll and a Ratigan doll, which the criminal waved in front of the Basil and Olivia dolls. Are you sure about that, you pathetic pipsqueak?'' the villain said in their own snake voice. ''I, the Viper, and Professor Ratigan, you two greatest foes, will never allow you to be happy.''

''Yes, Basil, my dear, scrawny nephew.''

Fidget felt chills down his spine when he heard the familiar deep evil voice. If he didn't know it was the Viper imitating his voice, the bat would've believed it really was Ratigan in there.

''I am not dead. Everyone just assumed my death and I used that to my advantage. These last nine years I have been in hiding, working with my Evil Viper on the ultimate elaborate plot against you and your precious Olivia. I always knew there was something special between you, and now we will destroy your happiness the way you denied us ours. Oh, my dear, Olivia, look at how beautiful you have become. It's amazing a rodent can transform in nine years, isn't it?''

''Indeed, it is. Not it's time for these two to pay!''

''Please spare us! We were wrong to compare our intelligence to yours, uncle!''

''William's right! We will do everything we can to make up for what you lost!''

''Shut up! You can never erase the pain we've been feeling all these years!''

In a sudden fit of rage, the Viper screamed and threw Basil and Olivia dolls against the wall, so ferocious some of the pins fell out. The Viper breathed heavily in and out as though they had just had a scary dream, their fists shaking. ''I guess it didn't help this time, master?'' the elderly figure said gently.

''No,'' the Viper said, sounding thick and choky and, without warning, sunk to the floor and started howling hysterically. The elderly hooded figure knelt down and pulled his boss into a hug.

''But everything my dolls just said is true,'' the Viper sobbed. ''It makes me sick that those two are happy when –''

''I know, master,'' the elderly figure said soothingly, rubbing his boss's back in a fatherly fashion. ''I know. I have not seen you like this in a very long time. I know you've been having more outbursts recently but … It's all come back to you, hasn't it, the true insecure feelings you've been hiding under your Viper exterior? Now that your plan is nearing its conclusion, it has reminded you what it will mean for you?''

''Yes!'' the Viper said in strangled voice. ''I will finally have the love, respect and acceptance I deserve – what I have wanted for many years. It's not fair. Why have I always felt so alone and unloved? I don't want to be alone and rejected! I was nothing more than a freak to everyone! A freak! Didn't those fools realise I was just born that way? It's not my fault I look the way I do! He was he only one who understood and accepted me, and still is!''

The Viper buried their head against their father figure's chest. ''Let's get you cool and calmed down, master, don't want you passing out again.''

He stood up and picked the bowl of water off the shelf and placed it on the floor, pulled out a small cloth and dipped it into the water. He removed the hood down with one hand, just enough for Butch and Fudge to glimpse a few golden locks once more. The second he saw his boss's face, it was though the elderly figure had gone back in time; the Viper's face was utterly crippled, tears streaming down the face uncontrollably like rushing water, looking like a lost, broken child, just like the day that tragedy had occurred, the day the Viper had finally snapped. The Viper had grabbed his sleeve and broken down, pleading with him.

''You're all I have left; you can't leave me! I need to have my revenge, it truly is all I have left now, but I can't do it without you! I need you, now more than ever! You've always been there for me, promise me that will never change! Stay by my side just as you always have done, PLEASE! Promise you won't abandon me!''

He held his boss tight and promised.

''Remember that day, after … you-know-what, when you begged me not to abandon you?'' he said, wiping the Viper's forehead with the wet cloth once more. ''I promised you then, even though I didn't need to. You always had me, always have done and always will. How many times have I told you? From the moment you were born, I have loved you as if you were my own child, and that will never change. Both me and him have –''

''I know. It's just that –''

''You don't have to explain yourself to me. Now, let's dry those eyes. You feel cooler?''

''A lot.''

As the elderly figure sorted out the Viper, Butch and Fidget stared right at their boss, utterly shocked to the core. Butch could not believe it. This was the first time he had seen the Viper display any kind of true vulnerability, but it was undoubtedly yet another secret he liked to keep private, and Butch felt ashamed he had witnessed it. Looking back on it, despite the calm and self-confident demeanour he always displayed, Butch did often sense a sad vibe from the boss. He also remembered his words: ''Someone always has always been a real rock to me and made my miserable and lonely life bearable.'' Was this why he was so attached to Ratigan? Had the Viper always felt so lonely and unloved? Suspecting the answer, Butch knew what it was like to feel like an outcast, and found he wanted to help his boss now more than ever.

After he had finished cleaning his master up, the elderly figure wordless pointed a finger, the Viper wheeled around saw Butch and Fidget's ears poking out in front of the barrel's mouth. Clearing their throat, the Viper said, ''Come in, come in, my dear boys. We mustn't lurk in doorways. It's rude.''

Cringing, Butch and Fidget walked in shame toward their employer. ''Boss,'' Butch said in a surprisingly sincere tone, hugging the Viper, ''I know you didn't want us to glimpse your vulnerability, but … I am so, so sorry. I had no idea you carried this burden of loneliness inside of you this whole time. It's as if I have a whole new perceptive on things. From now on, I pledge that until the day you no longer need me, I will remain by your side as a faithful employee.''

There was a pause before, to everyone's surprise, the Viper hugged Butch back. ''I very much appreciate that, Butch, as long as you never,'' he brushed his lacky away, ''spy on me when I'm having a moment of privacy ever again. If you do, I won't go easy on you. Understand?''

Butch nodded. In the past, he would not have understood why the Viper wasn't enraged that he had spied on him on a private moment, but he understood now: the Viper was too emotionally drained to raise his voice. Speaking of which …

''That aside, boss, I'm amazed. I didn't know you could imitate voices?''

''Yes, it's a talent I always have possessed,'' his master said in a boasting and prideful tone. ''I always use it to my advantage. It's how I lured poor Gideon Richmond into my trap. In fact, thanks to my voice talent, no pitiful, insignificant fool has ever managed to figure out my true identity. Even Basil has always fallen for it. So much for the Great Mouse Detective, the poor, unfortunate soul.''

Butch smiled, pleased his boss had cheered up.

''The fool,'' Fidget repeated, doing his best to sound enthusiastic. ''I bet no-one could ever imitate voices like you can, boss.''

''Oh, my dear Fidget, for you to say such flattering things, you have been hanging upside down too long,'' the Viper said, in their perfect accurate Ratigan's voice.

Fidget shivered again at hearing his old master's voice. ''Good one,'' he said nervously.

''Does that mean your snake voice isn't your real voice?'' Butch asked.

''Of course, this is my Viper voice. My real voice is completely different but I won't reveal it just yet. When I first assumed my Viper alter-ego, I needed a voice that would make rodents fear me, that could stand on its own, and that could distinguish my Viper and civilian selfs.''

So that's why the boss's voice changed after Smithy said the R word, Butch thought, and hesitated. Given the Viper was now in a good mood, perhaps he could try asking him again about his link to Ratigan?

''Boss, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.''

''What is it, Butch?''

Butch swallowed. ''About Ratigan … I've been putting some pieces together and … I think I know how you know him, why you seem really fond of him … As you said, he was the only one who understood you and … he was you mentor, wasn't he? You looked up to him as a father-figure. That's why he didn't bother you despite not liking sharing the crown with you, because he still had lot of respect for his pupil, wasn't it?''

''Mr Mitchell,'' the elderly hooded figure said angrily, ''first you spy on the Viper having a moment of vulnerability, now this! What did I say about –?''

The Viper held up their right hand for silence. He stood right in front of Butch and looked down at him. Butch cowered. Had he just signed his own death warrant?

''Clever boy, Butch,'' the Viper said cheerfully, patting his head as if he was a dog. ''You're more perceptive than I thought. You are correct, Professor Ratigan was my mentor; he taught me everything he knew about the criminal underworld. Isn't that right, old friend?''

''Of course. While he could not outshine my master and resented sharing his crown, he admired the Viper's genius.''

The Viper placed his arm around his father-figure's shoulder.

Fidget, meanwhile, turned away so no-one could see him smiling.

''What do you know? I was actually right about something,'' Buch said, bemused by his own deduction. ''But,'' he added, looking puzzled, ''didn't he also hate you because you killed Ruby Mortimer, his girlfriend?''

There was a long pause before the Viper started to laugh. ''Oh, yes, he did. As much as I looked up him, I must admit I did enjoy seeing his heart ripped out over Miss Mortimer's tragic demise.'' He shrugged. ''But these things happen, and I'm sure Ratigan got over it soon enough.''

Ratigan and the Viper sure have a complex relationship, Butch thought.

''By the way, Fidget,'' the Viper added, and the bat turned back round, doing his best to act as though he was still scared, ''how was your visit to Basil and Olivia?''

''Same as always, boss,'' Fidget lied, feeling good about it, ''they are still none the wiser.''

''Excellent!'' the Viper cheered, and stumbled as though about to faint, the elderly figure catching his boss in time.

''I think it's time you turned for the day, master.''

''You're right, we have a busy next few days ahead of us, boys, and if everything goes according to plan, we will soon be celebrating in a more permanent home.''

Butch and Fidget cheered.

''Good night, boss,'' Butch said, and the Viper and the elderly figure left the barrel. That two henchmen heard the click of another barrel's door lock. ''Poor boss,'' Butch sighed.

Fidget picked up the Basil and Olivia dolls and stared at them. He felt a relucent twinge of pity and sympathy for his boss. He had seen these kinds of outbursts from the Viper before, back in the early days when they first took him in after Ratigan threw him overboard. Whenever the Viper thought they were alone, they would break down, unaware Fidget was watching (Fidget was good at spying on people due to his four years in Ratigan's service, though he wasn't always proud of it.). While he had never grasped the concept of empathy before, now that he had reflected on his past, the bat was beginning to realise he had not stayed in the Viper's employment entirely out of fear. He knew very well what it was like to be shunned, bullied by schoolmates because of the way he looked, something Fidget could not change about himself. He felt for his boss, he really did, but regardless, the Viper had caused too much trouble for a lot of rodents, including Basil and Olivia, so Fidget was not going to budge on changing allegiances.


Olivia sat in the green chair reading one of Basil's journals, the one that was dated 1898, just a year after her case. Basil was standing by her side, smiling as he watched his love read.

''Are you finding Mr Basil's cases entertaining, Miss Olivia?'' Mrs Judson asked.

''Very, as well as informative. I have made it my goal to read about everyone of William and Doctor Dawson's cases for the last nine years, since I missed out on them. I thought I'd start with a random one.''

''There are some cases I am grateful you did miss out on, darling,'' Basil said. ''Some of them were just too gruesome. In fact, I wonder why I even wrote about them. Force of habit, I guess.''

''Now this seems like an interesting case: 12th July 1898, the case of robber Jack Bones.''

''Ah,'' Basil said, grinning down at the open pages. ''Yes, I remember that case. Dawson and I were called to investigate a series of robberies in various homes across London. Like most robbers, money was the object of his thievery. With mine and Dawson's combined efforts, the trail quickly led to a mouse named Jack Bones, who had recently separated from his wife. He had stolen money so she would take him back. Jack Bones was arrested and shortly after he died of starvation in jail, apparently having refused to eat.''

''It's his poor wife I felt sorry for, and their little boy,'' Mrs Judson said sorrowfully.

''They had a son?'' Olivia repeated, stunned.

Basil nodded. ''I believe his name was Saul. From the sounds of it he was about 11, your age, Livy. Dawson and I never actually saw them, though. We did visit their house to see how they were doing, but Mrs Bones refused to answer the door. She died herself, apparently, not long after from a broken heart, and Saul was sent to an orphanage.''

''Poor Saul,'' Olivia said. ''I hope they managed to find a new loving family for him.''

Basil held her.

Mrs Judson looked at the clock. ''Oh, my! It's seven and we have no evening paper. I will go out and buy it right now. We need it.''

''Be careful, Mrs Judson,'' Basil said, as his housekeeper shed her apron and put on her coat.

''I will, Mr Basil, you and Miss Olivia just look after each other.''

Grabbing her umbrella in case it rained again, Mrs Judson left the house.

''Olivia,'' Basil said hesitantly, ''with the talk about little Saul being left an orphan, it has got me thinking about something I've been meaning to ask for a long time now, but I never wanted to seem rude.''

''What is it, William?''

''Well ... it's about your mother … how did she die?'' He looked at Olivia's innocent face. ''I mean no disrespect.''

''It's okay, William. Truth be told, I'd been wondering when you were going to ask. I knew you were bound to wonder.'' She took in a deep breath. ''I was born in Scotland, of course, but Mummy and Daddy soon moved to London. Father opened up the toy shop to fulfil his dream of making children happy, and Mother wanted to open up a flower shop next door, even though it was disapproved of. Mummy never followed the traditional housewife ways.''

''Just like you. Hiram was right; you really do take after Annabel.''

''I really do. For the first four months of my life my parents were happy, but one day we went out for a walk when it started raining, we had just started to cross a road when a horse and carriage appeared. The wet surface caused Mother to slip and hurt her leg badly so she couldn't walk, but all she cared about was keeping me safe. The horse had skidded, the carriage broke off and was sliding towards us. She had just managed to hand me over to Father when the carriage … the carriage …''

Olivia began to sob. ''Oh, darling,'' Basil said, holding her close, his heart sinking. ''I'm so sorry, I should never have asked.''

Olivia shook her head. ''You've told me about your parents so it's only fair I do the same. It wasn't easy for Daddy when I first asked him, but he knew I deserved to know. After Mummy died he was beside himself, but he carried on for my sake. He often makes toys with a flower motif as a tribute to Mother's memory, including my own. Not a day goes by when we don't miss her, but I know she is watching over us.''

''She is, darling, and she would be so proud of you. Wait a minute!'' Basil said suddenly. ''A horse and carriage accident … Mrs Radcliffe said at the party that was how she lost her own parents, and now that I think about it, she also said Elsie lost her parents at sea – which is how Amanda lost her parents!''

''Amanda? You mean Roger's wife? Her parents died too?''

''When she was six her parents drowned after sailing due to a storm. After that, her paternal grandma, Josephine, raised her.''

''Is Josephine still alive?''

Basil nodded. ''I believe she is several years younger than Samuel. Trust me, Josephine Johnson has a very strong personality, she was overprotective of her granddaughter and did not approve of Roger at all, but I suspect it was because of his link to Ratigan. After Father's and Aunt Violet's deaths, Josephine moved with them to Wales. According to Roger's letters, Josephine started to warm to him after Duncan was born, but she still gives him a hard time everyone now and then.''

''I bet,'' Olivia laughed, and looked thoughtful. ''Hmmm … I wonder …''

The couple jumped when the phone rung abruptly.

''Who could that be?'' Basil asked, walking to the phone. ''Hello?''

''William!''

''Oh, hello, Hiram,'' the detective greeted the toy maker, and hearing her father's name Olivia walked over. ''Olivia and I are doing just fine, as I'm sure Sally and Dawson have told you.''

''Indeed. Dawson also told me what you have discovered about the Viper, and I must admit I am truly shocked, but if that's what you say I don't doubt it for a second. That's actually why I've rung, William, I will be moving back in the toy shop tomorrow.''

''What?'' Olivia screeched, and grabbed the phone. ''Daddy are you sure?''

''Don't worry, my wee bairn, this time I will be prepared in case Mitchell comes back. Dawson has left me borrow one of his clubs. Don't forget, darling, we Flavershams are made of stern stuff.''

''I know, but I still worry about you, I do trust you, but I can't help it.''

''You don't have to apologise, Olivia,'' Hiram said. ''I – Doctor, what's the matter?''

''Hiram, I need to speak to Basil and Olivia right away!'' said Dawson's voice, sounding very frantic, which alerted the couple. ''Look at this!''

''Oh, my goodness!'' Hiram gasped, and Basil and Olivia looked at each other. ''I'll pass you over!''

Olivia handed the phone back to Basil, who held it up so both could hear Dawson's voice clearly. ''Basil, have you seen the evening paper yet?''

''Mrs Judson has just gone out to get it, old chap. What's wrong?''

''You need to read the front page! It's –''

They were interrupted when the door swung open, and the couple looked over their shoulders to see Mrs Judson, holding a rolled-up paper and looking pale. ''Mr Basil! Miss Olivia! You need to see this!''

''Mrs Judson's just returned, Doctor,'' Olivia said into the receiver. ''We'll call you back in a minute.''

Basil placed the phone down and grabbed the paper from his housekeeper. Olivia stood next to him and watched as her detective slowly unfolded the newspaper as though it was delicate. He turned the paper around so they could see the front-page news and the instant they saw the contents, it was as though they were facing an old fear they had conquered. On the front of the paper was a picture of an enormous, muscular rat with a familiar-looking grin that sent shivers down their spines. He was wearing smart black suit, complete with a top hat and holding a cane. Above the picture was the headline which said, to Basil's and Olivia's nausea: ''RATIGAN RETURNS?''


Cliff-hanger! Did you see that coming? As the evening paper says, it appears as though Ratigan has resurrected. Did the Viper somehow save him that night? Have they secretly been plotting together these last nine years, using Ratigan's ''death'' to their advantage, as Basil speculated? Or is it some sort of trick?

Ah, so Ratigan had a personal secret that only Fidget knew, but even his boss never knew Fidget had discovered it. First the ''important business'', now this. Just what was Ratigan hiding?

The Viper has been quoting Ursula a lot in this chapter. I know it's a bit late, but I would like this to be a tribute to Ursula herself, the talented Pat Carroll, who sadly passed way just last month. I was really shocked and saddened when I heard the news, and unfortunately, I had already uploaded the previous chapter featuring the Viper before I'd heard, so I said to myself the next chapter I wrote the Viper in, I would do something with my villain to honour her, one Disney Villain to another. May you rest in peace, Pat, and thank you so much for bringing life to our favourite sea with for many years. Ursula will never be the same again without you.

In another surprise, it appears our slithery friend has a more vulnerable side that has been kept well-hidden. Perhaps the Viper is more complex than we thought? Not only that, but the Viper has also unveiled hidden talent for imitating voices, which explains a few things. It also appears our friend has confirmed their true link to Ratigan via Butch's theory, but is it true? After all, you can never tell with the Viper if they are telling the truth or not.

Time to answer some reviews:

duchessofbooks: Yes, it is sad about Fidget, I figured he had had a reckless streak in his youth, and I was always curious as to how he got his peg-leg and crippled wing. Watching the film, you get the impression that, despite how he acted, Fidget was never actually evil, just misguided and intimidated by Ratigan, and that he could be redeemed if given the chance, like Nathaniel in Enchanted. While he retains some comical and child-like traits, Fidget has started to grow-up a little, so once his redemption is complete, let's hope he does reconcile with his family, and perhaps also reunite with Lavender?

Next time, our heroes will investigate further to gather evidence against the Viper and catch Ratigan as well.

See you soon!