All this has happened before. And it will all happen again. But this time, it happened in London.

The year was 1904, seven years since I, Dr. David Q. Dawson, first became acquainted with the great mouse detective, Basil of Baker Street.

Now, our story begins in the sewers of London.

The Crown Jewels have gone missing, and it was up to Basil and I to retrieve them.

Little did we realize that this was the beginning of our biggest adventure of all.


"And that, Dawson..." said Basil as we went through a drain pipe "...is how the sewers lead to any part of the city."

"Whew," I said while holding my nose. "I can hardly imagine."

Without a word, Basil held out his arm in front of me, saying. "The Crown Jewels are close, Dawson. I can feel it...up there!"

While holding our lanterns with our teeth, we climbed up the pipe to a grate, which we opened...and saw a most unwelcoming sight.

"Well, Dawson, there's good news and bad news." said Basil as we climbed out. "The good news is we have reached the end of the rainbow. The bad news is...it is in the one place I didn't expect to find...Ratigan's old haunt."

"Well, at least we're not getting a welcoming ambush." I said.

"Don't try to jinx us, Dawson." said Basil. "You never know what may be in store for us. Stay close."