[Music playing]
[Dog barking faintly]
[Bell tolling]
[Carriage clattering]
[Snorts]
[Neighs]
[Wheels clattering]
[Splash]
You know, Daddy, this is my very best birthday.
Ah, but I haven't given you your present yet.
What is it? What is it?
[Chuckles] Now, now, close your eyes.
Ah, ah, ah, och, now. No peeking now.
[Olivia giggles]
[Winding]
[Music playing]
[Gasps]
Ohh, Daddy! You made this just for me?
[Grunting]
[Evil laugh]
You're the most wonderful father in the... in the whole world!
[Door rattling]
OLIVIA: Oh! Who's that?
I... I don't know!
Quickly, dear. Stay in here and don't come out.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
[Struggling]
[Glass breaks]
FIDGET: Gotcha, Toymmmaker! Ha ha ha ha ha!
FLAVERSHAM: Unh! Olivia!
[Door slams]
[Creaking]
Daddy! Where are you?
Daddy!
Where are you?
[Echoing] Daddy!
Daddy!
[Happy music playing]
DAWSON: It was the eve...
of our good Queen's Diamond Jubilee...
and the year Her Majesty's goverrmmmert...
came to the very brink of disaster.
She... uh. Oh. Heh heh...
hhh'mmm gettirg ahhhead of mmmyself.
My rammme is Dr David Q. Dawsor...
mmmost recertly of thhhe Queer's 66thhh Regimmmert.
[Horse neighs]
Hhh hhhad just arrived ir Lordor...
after lergthhhy service ir Afghhharistar...
ard was arxious to fird a quiet place...
yes. Preferably dry. Hmmmmmm...
whhhere hhh could rest ard fird a bit of peace.
Little did hhh krow...
but mmmy life was about to chhharge forever.
[Sniffling]
Oh! Oh, my!
[Crying]
DAWSON: Are you all righhht. Mmmy dear?
[Sniffles]
Oh, come now. Come, come, come. Here, here. Dry your eyes.
[BIows]
[Sniffles]
Ah, yes. Now, that's better.
Now, tell me... what's troubling you, my dear?
I... I'm lost.
I... I'm trying to find Basil of Baker Street.
Oh, let me see.
"Famous Detective Solves Baffling Disappearance."
Mm-hmm. But where are your mother and father?
That's why I m-must find Basil!
There, there, there. Now, now, now... I...
Well, now, I don't know any Basil.
But I do remember where Baker Street is.
[Thunder] Now come with me.
We'll find this Basil chap together.
[Violin playing]
[Knocking]
Good evening, madam.
Is this the residence of Basil of Baker Street?
I'm afraid it is. He's not here at the moment...
but you're welcome to come in and wait.
Oh, I don't want to impose.
It's just the girl...
Oh, my! You poor dear. You must be chilled to the bone.
Ohh, heh heh, but I know just the thing.
Let me fetch you a pot of tea...
and some of my fresh cheese crumpets.
[Puffing]
[Clicking]
BASIL: Ah ha! The villain's slipped this time!
I shall have him!
[Thunder]
Out of my way! Out of my way!
I say... Ooh!
[Pop] Who are you?!
What? Oh! [Pop]
Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow.
[Balloon squeaks]
Mr Basil, I need your help, and...
All in good time.
But... but you dor't urderstard. Hhh'mmm ir terrible trouble.
If you'll excuse me. [Humming]
[Sighs]
Now... now... now, see here!
This young lady is in need of assistance.
- I think you ought to listen. - Hold this, please, Doctor.
Of course. Uh...
[Basil humming]
Now wait just a moment.
How the deuce did you know I was a doctor?
A surgeon to be exact.
Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan.
[BIows] Am I right?
Why, heh heh, yes.
Major David Q. Dawson. Uh, but how could you possibly...
Quite simple, really. You've sewn your torn cuff together...
with a Lambert stitch, which, of course, only a surgeon uses.
And the thread is a unique form of cat-gut...
easily distinguished by its peculiar pungency...
found only in the Afghan provinces.
[Muffled] Amazing.
Actually, it's elementary, my dear Dawson.
[Click]
[Gunshot]
[BIows]
What in heaven's name?! Oh! Oh!
My... pfft... my good pillows!
Mr Basil! Pfft! How mmmary timmmes hhhave hhh told you...
There, there, Mrs Judson, it's quite all right.
[Sniffs] Mm. I believe I smell...
some of those delightful cheese crumpets of yours.
Why don't you fetch our guests some?
But... but I...
Now, I know that bullet's here somewhere.
Here... Thank you, Miss.
Flaversham. Olivia Flaversham.
- Whatever. - Yes, but you don't understand.
Shh.
[Clinking]
BASIL: Ah... yes...
Nooooo!
Drat!
Another dead end.
He was within my grasp!
[Sad violin music playing]
Now will you please listen to me?
My daddy's gone, and I'm all alone.
Young lady, this is a most inopportune time.
Surely your mother knows where he is.
I... I don't have a mother.
[Strings squeak] Well, um... then perhaps...
See here, I simply have no time for lost fathers.
I didn't lose him! He was taken by a bat!
- Did you say "bat"? - Yes.
- Did he have a crippled wing? - I don't know...
- but he had a peg leg! - Ha!
I say, do you know him?
Know him? That bat, one Fidget by name...
is in the employ of the very fiend...
who was the target of my experiment!
Thhhe hhhorror of mmmy every wakirg mmmommmert!
The nefarious Professor Ratigan!
[Whoosh]
[Thunder]
Um, Ratigan?
He's a genius, Dawson. A genius twisted for evil.
The Napoleon of crime!
As bad as all that, eh?
Worse! For years I've tried to capture him...
and I've come close, so very close...
but each time he's narrowly evaded my grasp.
[Thunder]
BAShhhL: Not a correr of Lordor's safe...
whhhile Ratigar's at large.
Thhhere's ro evil schhhemmme hhhe wouldr't corcoct...
ro depravity hhhe wouldr't commmmmmit.
Whhho krows whhhat dastardly schhhemmme...
thhhat villair mmmay be plottirg...
ever as we speak.
[Gears rattling]
[Chugging]
[Gears clicking]
[Chuckling]
Quite an ingenious scheme, eh, Flaversham?
And aren't you proud to be a part of it?
This whole thing, it's... it's monstrous.
RAThhhGAN: We will hhhave our little device...
ready by tommmorrow everirg. Wor't we?
You krow whhhat will hhhapper if you... fail.
[Bell rings]
I... I... I don't care!
[Boom]
[Squeaking and popping]
[Splat]
FLAVERSHAM: You car do whhhat you wart withhh mmme.
I won't be a part of this... this...
this evil any longer!
[Exhales]
Oh, very well, if that is your decision.
[Chuckles] Oh, by the way, I'm taking the liberty...
of having your daughter brought here.
O-Olivia?
[Laughs] Yes. I would spend many a sleepless night...
if anything unfortunate were to befall her. Heh.
FLAVERSHAM: You... you wouldr't!
[Music playing]
[Screeching]
[Boi-oi-oing]
Finish it, Flaversham!
[Ominous music playing]
[Door closes]
[Humming]
Oh, I love it when I'm nasty.
Fidget.
[Snoring]
[Laughs]
Fidget!
Bright and alert as always. Heh heh. Here's the list.
You know what to do, and no mistakes!
[Giggles] No... no mistakes.
[Reading aloud]
Now, Fidget!
I'm going! I'm going! I'm going!
[Grate squeaks]
[Cheering and applause]
[Exhales]
My friends, we are about to embark on the most odious...
the most evil, the most diabolical scheme...
of mmmy illustrious career.
A crimmme to top all crimmmes.
A crimmme thhhat will live ir irfammmy!
[Cheering]
Tomorrow evening, our beloved monarch...
celebrates her Diamond Jubilee.
And with the enthusiastic help...
of our good friend, Mr Flaversham...
[Chuckling]
It promises to be a night she will never forget.
[Sizzling]
[Chuckles] Her last night and my first...
as Supreme Ruler of all mousedom!
[Cheering]
Ha ha ha ha ha!
# Frommm thhhe brair thhhat broughhht you #
# Thhhe Big Ber caper #
# Thhhe hhhead thhhat mmmade hhheadlires ir every rewspaper #
# Ard wordrous thhhirgs like thhhe Tower Bridge job #
# Thhhat currirg display thhhat mmmade Lordorers sob #
# Now commmes thhhe real tour de force #
# Tricky ard wicked. Of course #
# My earlier crimmmes were fire for thhheir timmmes #
# But row thhhat hhh'mmm at it agair #
# Ar ever grimmmmmmer plot hhhas beer simmmmmmerirg #
# hhhr mmmy great crimmmiral brair #
# Ever mmmearer? You mmmear it? #
# Worse thhhar thhhe widows ard orphhhars you drowred? #
# You're thhhe best of thhhe worst arourd #
# Ohhh. Ratigar #
# Thhhe rest fall behhhird #
# To Ratigar. To Ratigar #
# Thhhe world's greatest crimmmiral mmmird #
[Playing harp]
Thank you, thank you...
but it hasn't all been champagne and caviar.
I've had my share of adversity...
thanks to that miserable, second-rate detective...
Basil of Baker Street!
ALL: Boo!
[Sobbing] For years, that insufferable pipsqueak...
has interfered with my plans...
and I haven't had a moment's peace of mind.
ALL: Aww!
[Sobbing]
But all that's in the past.
This time, nothing...
not even Basil, can stand in my way!
All will bow before me.
# Ohhh. Ratigar #
# You're tops. Ard thhhat's thhhat #
# To Ratigar. To Ratigar #
# To Ratigar. Thhhe world's greatest rat #
[Gasps] [Glass shatters]
[Gasping]
What was that?
[Hic]
What did you call me?
Oh, he didn't mean it, Professor.
It was just a slip of the tongue!
I am not a rat!
'Course you're not. You're a mouse.
- That's right. Right, a mouse. - Yeah! A big mouse!
RADIGAN: Silence!
Oh, my dear Bartholomew.
I'm afraid that you've gone and upset me.
You know what happens when someone upsets me.
[Groaning]
[Rings]
[Gasping]
[Thumping]
# Ohhh. Ratigar. Ohhh. Ratigar #
# You're thhhe tops. Ard thhhat's thhhat #
[Hic] Oopsy.
# To Ratigar. To Ratigar #
# To Ratigar #
BOTH: Ohh!
# Thhhe world's greatest... #
[Cat gulps and smacks lips]
[Meow]
[Sniffles]
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, Felicia, my precious. My baby.
Did Daddy's little honeybun enjoy her tasty treat?
[Belches]
I trust there will be no further interruptions.
Ahem. And now, as you were singing...
[Gasp]
# Ever louder. Let's shhhout it #
# No ore car doubt whhhat we krow you car do #
[Laughs]
# You're mmmore evil thhhar ever you #
# Ohhh. Ratigar #
- # Ohhh. Ratigar # - Ehhhhhhhhh.
# You're ore of a kird #
# To Ratigar. To Ratigar #
# Thhhe world's greatest crimmmiral mmmird #
[Thunder]
BAShhhL: Thhhis case is mmmost irtriguirg...
with its multiplicity of elements...
its many twists and turns.
Now, you're certain you told me everything?
The slightest detail may be important.
It's just as I said. And then my father was gone.
What do you make of it?
Mmm, Ratigan's up to something.
A crime of the most sinister nature, no doubt.
The question is, what would he want with a toymaker?
[Thunder]
- Aah! - Aah!
Quickly, Dawson! We've not a moment to lose!
I... I'm right behind you, Basil!
No sign of the blackguard anywhere.
Not quite, Dawson. He left some rather unusual footprints.
They obviously belong to the same fiend...
who abducted the girl's father... Ratigan's peg-legged lackey!
Uh, Basil...
Ah ha!
Excellent work, old man! Ha ha ha!
Now, there's nothing to be afraid of, my dear.
The scoundrel's quite gone.
Ah ha ha, but not for long, Miss Flamhammer.
- Flaversham! - Whatever.
Now, we simply pursue our peg-legged friend...
until he leads us to the girl's father.
Then you'll get my daddy back?
Yes. Uhh.
And quite soon, if I'm not mistaken.
Now, hurry along, Dawson. Must be off to Toby's.
- Toby's? - Oh, you must meet him.
- He's just the chap for this. - You... you want me to come?
Ha, I should think a stout- hearted army mouse like you...
would leap at the chance for adventure.
Heh heh. Well, I am rather curious.
Wait for me! I'm coming, too!
Ah! Oh!
What? Certainly not. This is no business for children.
Are we going to take a cab?
Ohh. My dear, I don't think you understand.
It will be quite dangerous.
[Violin crunches]
Ohh! Why, you... Look... Fff...
[Growls] Young lady...
you are most definitely not accompanying us...
[Notes play] And that is final!
[Ominous music playing]
[Creak]
And not a word out of you...
- is that clear? - Shh!
HOLMES: I observe that there is a good deal...
of German music on the program.
It is introspective, and I want to introspect.
But, Holmes, that music is so frightfully dull.
HOLMES: Commme or.
[Creak] [Door closes]
Toby!
[Whispering] Who is Toby?
Well, my dear, Toby is... Well, he's, uh...
I say, Basil, who is this Toby chap?
[Rumbling]
Ahh, here he is now.
[Panting]
Dawsor. Toby.
[Toby sniffs] Heh. Charmed, I'm sure.
[Growls]
BAShhhL: Now. Toby... Toby. Stop thhhat!
Toby, cease! Desist! Ha!
Frightfully sorry, old man.
Toby has the most splendid sense of smell...
of any hound I've trained, but he can be deucedly frisky.
Ha hhha.
[Sniffing]
Hello, Toby.
[Giggles] Silly doggy.
Would you like a crumpet?
[Slurp]
[Smack, gulp]
Now, Toby, Toby, to the matter at hand.
I want you to...
[Giggles]
[Basil whistles]
[Clears throat]
Good. Now, Toby...
Toby, I want you to find... this fiend.
[Growling]
Yes, you know his type. Rrr.
A villain! Rrr grr! A scoundrel! Grr grr!
Low brow. Close-set eyes. Broken wing.
Oh. He's a peg-leg bat with a broken wing.
[Growling]
Yes! Rrr! Yes! Rrr rrr! That's the spirit!
- Got his scent? - Ruff!
Good boy! Good boy! Ha ha!
Miss Flamchester...
- Flaversham! - Flaversham!
Whatever. Your father is as good as found.
Toby...
[Boing]
Sic 'em! [Thud]
Ah ha! Yoiks! Tally-ho!
[Basil laughing]
[Sniffing]
[Howls]
The thrill of the hunt, eh, Dawson?
Uh, quite, heh heh!
Ho ho ho! Our peg-legged quarry can't be far now!
[Grunting]
"Get the following." Tools, check. I got the tools.
Gears, double check. I got gears.
Girl? No, didn't get girl.
Uniforms? Ha ha! I got plenty of uniforms.
[Toby howling]
Oh, no, no! I gotta hide! I gotta hide!
I gotta hide!
[Toby howls]
Splendid job, Toby!
[Growling]
[Pfft]
Unh!
Now, Toby, sit!
Toby... sit.
Sit, Toby.
Good boy. If you'll excuse me.
You be good now.
We're going to find my father.
[Humming]
Aha! Here is our friend's entrance.
But, Basil, how could he fit in through such a tiny...
Observe, Doctor.
[Thunk]
Basil, you astound me!
Shh, shh.
[Clink]
I beg your pardon. I...
Oh, my.
Upon my word...
I've never seen so many toys.
Behind any of which could lurk our bloodthirsty assassin!
So, please, Doctor, be very careful.
[Shoes creaking]
[Music playing and drums banging]
Oh! What the de... Ohh!
[Click]
[Music winds down and stops]
Please! Quiet.
Don't let this girl out of your sight.
[Whispering] Now, Olivia, dear, stay close.
Hmm.
Checkmate.
Aha!
Evidence of our peg-legged adversary!
[Humming]
Hmm. How very odd.
DAWSON: What is it, Basil?
Isn't it painfully obvious, Doctor?
These dolls have been stripped of their uniforms.
And not by any child, either.
[Gasps] Hello.
Someone has taken the liberty of removing...
the clockwork mechanisms from these toys.
Basil.
Please, I'm trying to concentrate.
But. Basil. Hhh...
[CIockwork winding]
[Music playing]
[Ruff]
[Crunching]
[Playing violin]
[Toys whirring, music playing]
[Eerie cackling]
[Bubbling]
[Whirring]
Raah!
[Olivia screams] Olivia!
Got you! Ha ha ha!
Quickly, Doctor!
[Jingling] Aah! Look out!
[Creaking]
[Crash]
[Grunting]
Yeah! Ha!
[Whirring]
[Thunk]
[Marching band music playing]
[Clattering]
[Ding]
[Laughs] Bye-bye!
[Growls and barks]
[Ka-ching]
Stop, you fiend!
[Boinging]
[Thump]
[Clattering]
[Metal clanging]
Ha ha ha!
OLhhhVhhhA. MUFFLED: Help! Mr Basil! Help! Help!
FhhhDGET: # hhh got thhhe gears. Hhh got thhhe tools #
# hhh got thhhe uriformmms #
# hhh got thhhe girl. Hhha hhha hhha hhha hhha hhha hhha hhha hhha #
Basil! Basil!
DOLL: Mammma.
Mammma.
[Basil struggling] Mama.
Basil! Olivia! Olivia. Shhhe...
Yes, she's gone, Dawson!
Confound it! I told you to watch over the girl!
[Boing]
Now she's been spirited away by that maniacal little monster!
Soon to be in the clutches of the most depraved mind...
in all of London! I should have known better than to...
thhhar to...
Um, I...
[Sighhhs] Dawsor?
Dawsor?
I say, Dawson, old chap...
Ohh, that poor girl. [Sniffles]
I should have watched her more closely.
Don't worry, old fellow.
It's not entirely hopeless.
We'll get her back.
Do... do you think there's a chance?
There's always a chance, Doctor, as long as one can think.
[Puffing]
[Sniffing] Mmm.
"Get the following...
- "tools, gears..." - What?
- "Girl"? - "Get the following."
Dawson, you've done it!
This list is precisely what we need!
What?
[Toys squeak] Quickly! Back to Baker Street!
[Door unlocks]
[Creaking]
Ahh, Mr Flaversham. [Chuckles]
Allow me to present...
your charming daughter.
- Olivia! - Father! Mm!
Ow! My foot! My only foot!
[Sniffling] Father! I thought I'd never find you!
Oh, there, there, there, my bairn. I'm all right.
Och, I was so worried about my little girl.
[Sniffles] Oh, how sweet.
Oh, I just love tearful reunions.
Now... come along, my dear.
Oh, please! Please!
- Father! - Olivia!
Oh, please, Professor!
Now, now, Fidget will take good care of her.
Heh. That is, as long as we have no further delays.
Yes! Yes! I'll finish it!
Oh, just don't hurt my daughter.
Remember, it must be ready tonight!
[Slam]
Stop! Let me go!
You ugly old thing!
That'll hold you.
Help! Let me out! Let me out!
See how you like that! Pbbt!
Ah, the uniforms! Oh, Fidget, I knew I could rely on you.
[Chuckles] Now, you didn't forget anything?
[Laughs] No problem. I took care of everything.
Everything on the list. Uh-oh.
What's wrong?
- The list... but I know I... - Where's the list?
The list... yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, you see it was like this.
I was in the toy store getting uniforms...
when I heard a "aroo aroo."
You're not coming through.
[Panting] A doggy! I ran!
I had baby bonnet, girl in bag, and Basil ch-chased me!
What? Basil on the case?
Why, you gibbering little...
Hmm! Unh! Ungh!
Heh heh heh.
Oh, my dear Fidget. Heh heh.
You have been hanging upside down too long.
You mean you're not mad?
[Laughs] I'm glad you're taking it so well.
[Bell rings]
[Fidget screams]
Not me, you idiot! No, stop, you stupid furball!
[Grr]
Oper up! Oper up! Ay yi yi! Ohhh! Oohhh!
You're hhhurtirg mmmy wirgs!
How dare that idiot Basil poke his stupid nose...
into my wonderful scheme and foul up everything?
Let mmme out! Let mmme out!
Help! [Pop]
Oh, I can just see that insufferable grin...
on his smug face.
[Fidget struggling]
Yes.
Yes, I can just see it. Hee hee hee.
Felicia, release him.
FhhhDGET: Hhh'mmm too yourg to die!
[Gack]
Oof!
Fidget, you delightful little maniac.
You've presented me with a singular opportunity.
[Squish]
Poor Basil. Oh, he is in for a little surprise.
[Squeak]
Offhand, I can deduce very little.
Only that the words are written...
with a broad-pointed quill pen which has spattered... twice...
that the paper is of native Mongolian manufacture...
No watermark.
And has... been gummed... if I'm not very much in error...
by a bat who has been drinking Rodent's Delight...
a cheap brand that is sold only in the seediest pubs.
Hmm, amazing.
Oh, not really, Doctor.
We still don't know where it came from.
Perhaps a closer inspection will tell us something.
Hmm. Hmm.
Mmmm-hhhmmmmmm. Coal dust.
Clearly of the type used in sewer lamps.
[Whoomf]
But, Basil, I...
Shh. Don't speak.
[Grinding]
Excuse me, Dawson.
Steady, hand...
[Foomf]
[Bubbling]
Yes. That's good.
Come along, come along, come along, come along.
[Chuckles] Yes, yes. Good, good.
No. Bad... good. Good. Ohhh. Commme alorg.
[Muttering]
Yes, yes...
[Poof]
Ha ha! We've done it, old fellow!
This reaction could only have been triggered...
by the paper's extreme saturation...
with distillation of sodium chloride.
Salt water? Great Scott.
It proves beyond a doubt... ah!...
this list came from the riverfront area!
Ah, now, steady on there, Basil.
No, no. Elementary, my dear Dawson.
We merely look for a seedy pub at the only spot...
where the sewer connects to the waterfront.
BAShhhI. WHhhhSPERhhhNG: Stay. Toby. Stay.
DAWSON: Uhhh. Basil?
Come, come, Dawson.
I feel utterly ridiculous!
BAShhhL: Dor't be absurd. You look perfect.
Perfect? Perfectly foolish.
Shh, shh, shh.
[Piano playing, men cheering]
[Tap dancing]
Ha ha ha!
[Smooching] Oof!
Dawson...
stay close and do as I do.
[Gasps]
Oh, I do beg your pardon, madam.
Quite unintentional... [Coughs]... I assure you.
[Laughing]
How impertinent!
Remember, Dawson, we're low-life ruffians.
Well, I was until that...
Shh, shh.
[PIop plop plop]
[Clapping]
[Crowd booing]
Get off, you eight-legged bum!
[Crowd yelling]
What's your pleasure, mates?
Well, I'll have a dry sherry with, oh, perhaps a twist of...
[Thick accent] Two pints for me and my shipmate.
Oh, by the way, we just got into port.
We're looking for an old friend of mine.
Maybe you know him. Goes by the name of Ratigan.
[AII gasping]
I, uh... never heard of him.
[Booing]
[Glass breaks]
[Laughter]
# Dearest frierds. Dear gertlemmmer #
# Lister to mmmy sorg #
# Life dowr hhhere's beer hhhard foryou #
# Life hhhas mmmade you strorg #
# Let mmme lift thhhe mmmood #
# Withhh mmmy attitude #
# Hey. Fellas #
# Thhhe timmme is righhht #
# Get ready #
# Torighhht's thhhe righhht #
# Boys. Whhhat you're hhhopirg for will commme true #
# Let mmme be good to you #
# You toughhh guys #
# You're feelirg all alore #
# You roughhh guys #
# Thhhe best of you sailors ard bummms #
# All of mmmy chhhummms #
# So dreammm or ard drirk your beer #
# Get cozy #
# Your baby's hhhere #
# You wor't be mmmisurderstood #
# Let mmme be good to you #
# Hey. Fellas #
# hhh'll take off all mmmy blues #
[Whistling and howling]
# Hey. Fellas #
# Thhhere's rothhhir' hhh wor't do #
# Just foryou #
There you are, boys.
It's, uh, on the house.
Oh. I say, how very generous.
Dawson...
these drinks have been... drugged!
[Smacking]
Has a rather nice bite to it. Hmm. Heh heh.
Jolly good, ladies. Jolly good!
Dawson, get ahold of yourself!
Ooh, bravo! Bravo!
[Thumping]
# So dreammm or ard drirk your beer #
[Grunting]
BAShhhL: Hhhf it isr't our peg-legged frierd.
Dawsor! Ho hhho! Whhhat luck!
Dawson? Dawson!
# Your baby's gorra commme thhhroughhh #
# Let mmme be good to you #
[Smooch]
[Giggles]
[Crash]
Yeah!
[Dreamy music plays]
[Knees knocking]
Mmf!
Aah!
[Crash]
[Grunting]
[Gunshots]
Dawson! Dawson!
Oh! What... what... what...
What in heaven's name is going on?
I've spotted our peg-legged...
Come on, old fellow, there's not a moment to lose.
[Gunshot]
[Shouting]
[Fidget humming]
[Grunts]
# Let mmme be good to you #
[Humming]
[Echhhoirg] # So dreammm or ard drirk your beer #
# Your baby's hhhere #
- Basil... - Shh, shh, shh.
Follow me.
DAWSON: Great Scott. Hhh car't see a thhhirg.
BAShhhL: Shhhhhh! Grab orto mmmy coat ard follow alorg.
No. Ro. Ro. Not thhhat way! Dawsor. Iook out foryour...
[Clarg] Oww!
Ohhh. Corfourd it!
Do you hhhave ary idea whhhere we're goirg?
BAShhhL: But of course. Left turr.
Righhht turr hhhere. Doctor.
[Squeak]
Aha! Dawson, we've found it!
Ratigar's secret lair!
And it's filthier than I imagined.
Ohhh. Dawsor. Thhhe bottle!
Unh! It's stuck!
Olivia.
[Smooch]
THUGS: Surprise!
[Applause and laughter]
Bravo! Bravo!
A marvellous performance!
[Cackling]
Though, frankly, I expected you fifteen minutes earlier. Heh.
Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy?
Ratigan, no one can have...
a higher opinion of you than I have...
and I think you're a slimy, contemptible sewer rat!
[Click]
[Chuckles]
Oh, by the way, Basil, I just love your disguise.
[Laughter]
Really... one would hardly recognize you.
[Chuckles]
The greatest... detective...
in all mousedom! Ha ha ha!
Ratigan, so help me, I'll see you behind bars yet!
You fool! Isn't it clear to you the superior mind has triumphed?
I've won! Ha ha ha!
[Laughing]
[Laughter echoing]
Ha ha ha!
Oh, I love it! I love it! Ha ha ha!
Oh, I love it! I love it! I love it! Hoo hoo hoo!
[Creak]
You dor't krow whhhat a delighhhtful dilemmmmmma it was...
trying to decide on the most appropriate method...
foryour demmmise.
Ohhh. Hhh hhhad so mmmary irgerious ideas...
I didn't know which to choose.
So I decided to use them all.
Marvellous, isn't it?
Ha hhha! Here... let mmme shhhow you hhhow it works.
Picture this...
first. A sprighhhtly ture...
hhh've recorded especially foryou.
As thhhe sorg plays. Thhhe cord tighhhters...
ard whhher thhhe sorg erds. Thhhe mmmetal ball is released...
rollirg alorg its mmmerry way urtil...
Snap! Boom! Twang!
Thunk!
Splat!
And so ends the short, undistinguished career...
of Basil of Baker Street.
You're... despicable.
Heh heh. Yes.
- Ha ha ha ha. - Everything's ready, Fidget?
All set, boss.
[Chuckling]
Oh, this is wicked.
So delightfully wicked!
Mr Flaversham, let me congratulate you...
on a superb piece of craftsmanship.
[Clink clink] See what you can do with the proper motivation?
[Laughs]
You all know the plan.
ALL: Right, Professor!
[Meow]
It was my fond hope to stay and witness your final scene...
but you were fifteen minutes late...
and I do have an important engagement at, uh...
Buckingham Palace.
Now, you will remember to smile for the camera, won't you?
Say chhheese. [Chhhuckles]
You fiend!
Sorry, chubby.
You should have chosen your friends more carefully.
[Happy music playing]
RAThhhGAN ON RECORD: # Goodbye so soor #
# Ard isr't thhhis a crimmme? #
# We krow by row... #
Adieu! Auf wiedersehen! Arrivederci!
Farewell!
Bye-bye, Basil.
# ... your separate way #
# Withhh timmme so shhhort. Hhh'll say so lorg #
# Ard go. So soor. Goodbye #
# You followed mmme. Hhh followed you #
# We were like eachhh othhher's shhhadows for a whhhile #
# Now as you see. Thhhis gammme is thhhroughhh #
# So. Althhhoughhh it hhhurts... #
What did he mean, an engagement at Buckingham Palace?
Ohh, haven't you figured it out yet, Doctor?
Thhhe Queer's ir darger. Ard thhhe Emmmpire's doommmed.
The Queen?
[Band playing "Rule Britannia"]
[Humming]
[Thump]
Psst. Over here. Come on. Over here.
[Knock on door]
Hmm.
Come in!
Uh, begging Your Majesty's pardon.
A present has just arrived in honour of your Jubilee.
A present? Oh, how wonderful!
Ahh, I just adore Jubilees.
Here you are, sweetheart.
Have you been with us long?
"To our beloved Queen...
"this gift we send...
"as her sixty-year reign...
"comes to an end"?
[Creaks]
[Gasps]
How extraordinary.
[Chugging]
Goodness gracious!
[Wheels squeaking]
Amazing likeness, isn't it, Your Majesty?
Professor Ratigan!
Guards, seize this despicable creature!
Heh heh heh.
Guards, seize this...
ROBOT QUEEN: ...despicable creature!
Ha ha ha ha!
Oh, how dare you!
Take her away. [Ringing bell]
Let go of me, you ruffians!
- Move along, honey. - You fiends!
Traitors!
# hhht's thhhroughhh. So althhhoughhh it hhhurts #
[Struggling]
# hhh'll try to smmmile as hhh say goodbye #
# So soor #
# Ard isr't thhhis... #
- Basil? - Ohh.
Basil!
Oh, how could I have been so blind?
We all make mistakes...
but we can't let that stop us. We have to...
Ratigan's proved he's more clever than I. Ha.
He would never have walked into such an obvious trap.
Oh, pull yourself together! You can stop that villain! Why...
[Record skipping]
Basil! Thhhe record!
Oh, it's finally happened. I've been outwitted.
- Basil, please! - Beaten, duped, made a fool of!
- Ridiculed, belittled... - That's enough!
[Screechhh] # As you see... #
Dash it all, Basil! The Queen's in danger!
Olivia's counting on us!
We're about to be horribly splatted...
and all you can do is lie there feeling sorry for yourself.
Well, I know you can save us, but if you've given up...
why don't we just set it off now and be done with it?
# We krow by row thhhat timmme krows hhhow to fly #
Heh heh. "Set it off now."
"Set it off now"?
Yes. Ha hhha hhha!
Yes! We'll set the trap off now!
Basil, wait! I didn't mean that we ought to... [Gasps]
[Music stops] [Needle scratches]
[Gasps]
Angle of the trajectory multiplied...
by the square root of an isosceles triangle...
[Clanking]
Dividing Guttermeg's principle of opposing forces in motion...
[Muttering]
And adjusting for the difference in equilibrium...
[Rattling]
Dawson, at the exact moment I tell you...
we must release the triggering mechanism.
Get ready, Dawson. [Dawson grunting]
Steady...
- Now! - Aah!
[Pop]
[Bang]
[Thunk]
[Wham]
[Clink] [Pop]
[Gasping]
[Whoosh]
[Fanfare]
Thank you, Dawson. [PIop]
Smile, everyone!
[Poof]
[Fanfare]
[Murmuring and clapping]
[Creak]
On this most august occasion, we are gathered here...
not only to commemorate my sixty years as queen...
but to hhhorour ore...
FLAVERSHAM: ... Of truly roble stature.
I present to you a statesman among mice...
a gifted leader...
[Whirring and clicking] A crusader for justice...
Over here, honey. Heh heh. Your turn, toots.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Time for mouse chow.
[Bouncing]
A mmmajestic mmmourtair of hhhummmility...
and my new royal consort...
Professor Ratigar!
[AII gasp]
Pbbt!
[Whistles]
[Toby barks]
[Splash]
BAShhhL: Toby!
[Panting]
[Slurp] [Giggles]
The game's afoot, Toby! Our Queen is in mortal danger!
[Growling]
To Buckingham Palace!
[Barking]
Thank you, Your Majesty.
And now, as your new royal consort...
I have a few slight suggestions.
[Ratigan clears throat]
Item one...
[Fidget grunting]
Ooh! Ooh! Stop it!
[Struggling]
[Barks] [Neighs]
[Fidget laughs]
[Barks]
[Panting]
FIDGET: Uhh! Open wide!
Ha ha ha! Bye-bye!
Aaah! No, no! Ohh!
Down, down, kitty! Down!
[Toby barking and growling]
Mreow!
Item 96. Hee hee.
A heavy tax shall be levied...
against all parasites and spongers...
such as the elderly, the infirm...
and especially... heh heh... little children.
That's ridiculous! You're insane!
Perhaps I haven't made myself clear.
[Thump]
I have the power!
Of course you do.
- I am supreme! - Only you.
This is my kingdom! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
[Laughter echoing]
Ahem. That is, of course, with Your Highness's permission.
Most assuredly...
you insidious fiend.
- What? - You're not my royal consort...
What a sense of humour.
You're a cheap fraud... an imposter!
Flaversham!
A corrupt, vicious demented, low-life scoundrel.
There's no evil scheme you wouldn't concoct.
[Boing] [Honk]
[Squeaking]
No depravity you wouldn't commit!
[Crash]
You, Professor, are none other than a foul stenchus rodentus...
commmmmmorly krowr as a...
- Don't say it! - Sewer rat!
- Aaah! - Arrest that fiend!
[Shouting]
[Grunting]
[Screeching]
[Barking]
[Hissing laugh]
[Screeching]
[Barking]
[Shouting]
The girl! The girl!
- Ooh! - Unh!
Stay whhhere you are. Or thhhe girl dies!
Hurry, Dawson!
There he goes!
[Gears squeaking]
BAShhhL: Dawsor! Flavershhhammm! Gathhher up thhhose balloors!
[Thunder]
[Grunting]
Just wait! Basil's smarter than you!
He's going to put you in jail.
He's not afraid of a big old ugly rat like you!
Would you kindly sit down and shut up?!
[Whoosh]
Let her go, chaps!
[Sputtering]
[Gasping]
[Whoosh]
[Coughs]
We have to lighten the load.
Oh, you want to lighten the load.
- Ha ha ha ha ha. - Excellent idea.
No! Not me! Wait, I can't fly! I can't fly-y-y-y!
[Splash]
[Squeaking]
Steady!
- Aah! - Heh.
Aaah!
[Crash]
[Thunder]
[Wood creaking]
[Gears clanking]
Mmm mmm mmm!
Ah! Basil, look out!
Oof!
Unh!
[Cruch]
Aaah!
[Fabric tearing]
Aah!
[Clank]
[Rattling]
[Clang]
[Thunder]
[Rip]
[Growling]
[Thunder]
[Panting]
BASIL: Closer, Dawson!
Closer!
Daddy, I can't reach! I can't reach!
[Scraping]
[Thump]
DAWSON: Basil! Over here!
Yaaaah!
[Ratigan growling]
There's no escape this time, Basil!
Unh!
Yaah!
Rrrr!
[CIock chiming]
[Thunder]
Aaah!
I've won! Ha ha ha ha ha!
BAShhhL: Or thhhe cortrary!
The game's not over yet! [Ring]
[Click] [Bong]
Aaah!
Unh!
[Crack]
RATIGAN: Yaah!
[CIock chiming]
[Sobbing]
[Gears squeaking]
[Happy music playing]
DAWSON: Ho hhho! Hooray!
- Hooray! - Good fellow! Oh, jolly good!
Ha!
DAWSON: To be thhharked by thhhe Queer hhherself...
Oh, how very thrilling, eh, Basil?
All in a day's work, Doctor.
Oh, Dr Dawson, you were wonderful.
[Chuckles]
Indeed. Och, my, we're late to catch our train.
Come along, Olivia.
Yes, Father.
Goodbye, Basil. [Sniffles]
I... I'll never forget you.
Nor I you, Miss... Miss Flangerhanger.
[Chuckles] Whatever.
Goodbye, Dr Dawson.
Goodbye, my dear.
[Whispers] Goodbye.
Well, um, ahem. Not a bad little girl, actually.
Not at all. [Sighs]
Well, it's time I was on my way, too.
But, um, but I thought...
Well, the case is over...
and perhaps it's... well, perhaps it's best...
I found my own living quarters.
[Knock on door] But... Oh, now, who can that be?
I-Is this the home of the famous Basil of Baker Street?
Indeed it is, miss.
You look as if you're in some trouble.
[Crying] Oh, I am.
I am!
Then you've come to precisely the right place.
Ah, allow me to introduce my trusted associate, Dr Dawson...
with whom I do all my cases. Isn't that right, Doctor?
What? What?
Oh, yes. Yes, by all means.
Heh heh. Hmm.
As you can see, Dawson, this young lady...
has just arrived from the Hampstead District...
and is troubled about the mysterious disappearance...
of an emerald ring missing from the third finger...
of her right hand. Now, tell me the story...
and, pray, be as precise as possible.
DAWSON: Frommm thhhat timmme or...
Basil ard hhh were a close teammm...
ard over thhhe years. We hhhad mmmary cases togethhher...
but hhh shhhall always look back or thhhat first...
withhh thhhe mmmost fordress...
mmmy irtroductior to Basil of Baker Street...
Thhhe Great Mouse Detective!
# Goodbye. So soor #
# Ard isr't it a shhhammme #
# We krow by row thhhat timmme krows hhhow to fly #
# So hhhere's goodbye. So soor #
# We'll go our separate ways #
# Withhh timmme so shhhort. Hhh'll say so lorg #
# Ard go. So soor. Goodbye #
# Goodbye. So soor #
# Ard isr't it a shhhammme #
# We krow by row thhhat timmme krows hhhow to fly #
# So hhhere's goodbye. So soor #
# We'll go our separate ways #
# Withhh timmme so shhhort. Hhh'll say so lorg #
# Ard go. So soor. Goodbye #