Author's Note: Brand new chapter, folks! Let's get the ball rolling.
The Rescuers belong to Margery Sharp and Disney, The Great Mouse Detective also belongs to Disney. I don't own anything.
Chapter 4
At this very moment, inside a barrel, (which happens to be Ratigan's lair) Hiram Flaversham is locked away in a room, tinkering away on a project. His assignment: create a robot replica of Queen Mousetoria. While the idea sounded intriguing, however it proved to be a sinister scheme. Ratigan wanted the queen killed and replace her with a robot!
As the toymaker sat and pulled the levers, controlling the mechanical figure; someone blows smoke from behind.
It is Professor Ratigan, himself. A large sewer rat, Ratigan wore a black and grey two-piece suit, a pink and purple striped tie, and black shoes. A long, black cape with red lining inside is draped over his suit. His short black hair was combed back neatly and he had yellow eyes. He held a long, cigarette holder in his hand; chuckling.
"Quite an ingenious scheme, eh Flaversham?" Ratigan asked, with a hint of glee.
"Aren't you proud to be a part of it?" He pinched Hiram's cheeks.
"This-this-whole thing-is-is…it's monstrous!" Hiram exclaimed, appalled.
"We will have our little device ready by tomorrow evening, won't we?"
"You know what will happen if you…fail." Ratigan added, as he held a small, gold bell.
Hiram stares at the professor and then glared at him.
"I don't care!" He angrily pulled both levers, causing the robot to act amuck: pouring tea over itself and throwing a teapot at Ratigan who ducks. Finally, the animatronic sputters and gives out. Oil squirts and lands on Ratigan's cape.
Disgusted and seething, Ratigan wipes away the liquid with a handkerchief.
"You can do what you want with me, I won't be a part of this, this evil any longer!" Hiram said indignantly.
Ratigan frowned, masking his anger with a stoic expression. He shrugs.
"Very well, if that is your decision." Ratigan replied, blasé.
"Oh, by the way, I'm taking the liberty of having your daughter brought here." He added, taking the same toy Hiram had given Olivia for her birthday.
Ratigan winds up the object.
Hiram stared wide-eyed. "Olivia?"
"Yes," Ratigan responded, as he put the toy on the table. The doll comes to life and danced. "I would spend many a sleepless night if anything unfortunate were to befall her."
"You-you wouldn't!" Hiram protested as Ratigan picked up the mouse doll between his fingertips. Once it was in his hands, Ratigan immediately squeezed the doll, causing the head to pop off. He feigns sadness.
"Finish it, Flaversham!" Ratigan shouted, rage in his eyes.
Dejected, Hiram had no choice but to get back to work, or else Ratigan will harm Olivia.
Ratigan left the room, satisfied.
"Ooh, I love it when I'm nasty." He mused.
He walks over to his lackey, Fidget.
"Fidget," He called softly.
The bat continued to snore.
"Fidget!" Ratigan yelled, louder. Fidget immediately wakes up, falling to the ground.
"Bright and alert as always." Ratigan remarked. He gives Fidget a list he created.
"Here is the list, you know what to do and no mistakes!" Ratigan instructed.
Fidget blinks, before looking at the list, chuckling.
"No, no, no mistakes! Get the following: tools, gears, girl, uniforms…"
"NOW, Fidget!" Ratigan screamed.
Fidget jumped up, startled. "I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!"
He ran towards the sewer gate. Opening it, the bat goes in, closing the gate behind him.
A/N: Well, that was a rather short chapter.
But fret not, the next chapter is going to be longer. Up next is The World's Greatest Criminal Mind number and I look forward to typing it up.
Bye for now!