Pleakley was feeling a sense of accomplishment at that time. He had a new Earth disguise, Basil was happy with what he had done, the bath robes were getting destoyed--
Wait a minute...
Pleakley's eye widened as he saw the mouse shred away the robes like they were some sort of evil parasite. Oh, the people weren't going to be happy about this... Just think of all the two-eyed people without bathrobes. They'd be the ones most affected!
The alien quickly pulled out his red communicator out of a side pocket and dialed Nani's cell phone number. "Hello, Nani?" he said with a lowered voice after she answered. "This is Pleakley. Say, you know how that little mouse thinks he's a knight? Well... we're at a store right now, and he's taking some things a little too far. ... unless you're SUPPOSED to shred bathrobes into pieces before puchase, that is. My point is, I think I'm going to back-up. Talk to you later."
Thanks for the set, Melody! My forest friend: Vixey My Brazilian amigo: José Carioca
Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 22:29:20 GMT -5
Dawson, having heard the commotion up ahead, walked over to investigate. To his surprise, he found Basil--Basil of all people--ranting on like a madman.
"Oh, dash it all," the doctor muttered to himself as he walked towards the other mouse, clambering after him. "My good fellow," he began to say when he noticed the security guards. "Oh, deuce take it!" he muttered before moving to Basil's side. "Basil, old chap, I think you had best come with me."
If this turned out to be worse than Dawson was beginning to suspect, the doctor was going to kill Basil for all this trouble.
Post by Professor Ratigan on Mar 14, 2009 0:19:07 GMT -5
Ratigan surveyed the scene with interest. Basil of Baker Street was causing a path of destruction everywhere he went, believing inanimate objects to be monsters sent to destroy him.
"Well well..." He mused as he watched the doctor drag Basil away before the security guards could find him. "Quite an interesting turn of events. The Great Mouse Detective, bumbling around like a fool."
Ratigan cackled. The irony was just too delicious. He was not dealing with his brilliant rival, but a foolish mouse who fancied himself a knight. Ratigan was never one to waste opportunity when it came knocking at his door. And this was indeed a prime opportunity, one that would give him the perfect chance to rid himself of Basil once and for all.
Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 14, 2009 14:17:33 GMT -5
"If it is 'Sir Basil', then I am Her Majesty Queen Mousetoria," Dawson muttered to himself as he tried to lead Basil away. "Come along, old boy. It's Dawson, old chap! Dr. Dawson. You're partner and friend. Where is that confounded mutt of yous? He knows me."
Looking around, dawson frowned as his eyes found Toby standing over the two of them. Ah. There he was. Dawson really didn't like dogs that much. He didn't hate them, certainly, but there was no incentive for him to enjoy a dog's company.
Post by Miss Bianca on Mar 14, 2009 14:35:04 GMT -5
((I do hope you don't mind another mouse joining in.))
Miss Bianca was spending the day in the Animal Kingdom for the first time since her arrival at the Walt Disney World resort. She’d taken a liking to the park, for although it was full of all manner of large, dangerous creatures, it had an air of nature to it that she adored. Scurrying through Asia section, the small white mouse noticed some sort of commotion going on near to the Expedition Everest ride; for several passers by were shooting confused looks at the source of it.
“Why, what’s going on?” she muttered, changing course and crossing the square to investigate herself. She’d always been drawn to solving problems and mysteries, it was part of the reason she’d joined the Rescue Aid Society, so it was only natural for her to be drawn to the source of the confusion. When she did find the truth however, it was the last thing she’d been expecting.
“Oh Mr. Basil!” she exclaimed, rushing over to the familiar mouse with concern filling her eyes, “whatever is the matter?” The mouse was speaking in the strangest manner, and talking about all manner of impossible things.
<<I laughed so hard at that Mousetoria remark, that I had to Exalt Dawson for it>>
Having chewed off part of the costume he'd been forced to wear, Toby glanced over to see his master with another mouse. Oh...him...
Toby liked most everyone, unless his master told him they were evil. Almost everyone. Now and then, he developed a dislike for someone on sight. That's how it was with Dawson. For some reasoon, the hound growled every time they met.
Glaring down at the doctor, Toby began to rumble deep in his throat.
Dr. Dawson. You're partner and friend
Doctor? Partner? Basil frowned at the words, and frowning only made his head ache worse.
"Thou art a leech? Well, good fellow, I have no need of thy services at present, though it be a noble profession."
When Bianca hurried over, Basil turned his attention to her and felt at home in his knightly persona once more.
"Ah, fair maid, thou seemest sore distressed. May a bold knight aid thee? Art under some enchantment? Hast some knave treated thee rudely?"
Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 14, 2009 14:42:49 GMT -5
"My good man," Dawson said, eyeing Toby warily as he continued to lead the mouse along. "Believe me, if you weren't in need of my services, then I would not be here at all. I would be enjoying a nice glass of sherry in my hotel room with a book in my hands."
Glaring at Toby for a moment, Dawson debated whether or not he would have to use the normal tactic he did in these moments. Namely a sound swat to Toby's nose to remind him that he was not to be trifled with in matters that concerned Basil.
"Now come along, Basil. And tell that blasted mutt of yours that I am not a snack."
Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 14, 2009 15:04:37 GMT -5
Dawson eyed the mouse in front of him and then sighed heavily. "Now see here, my good man!" he cried in protest. "If you keep this up, I shall be forced to take drastic measures!"
He didn't want to have to sedate Basil, but he would if it came to that. He had the sedative and needle in his bag, and he was ready and able to use it in such cases as these. Glaring at the dog in question, Dawson made a shooing motion and turned his full attention back to Basil.
"Now come along, my dear man. Don't make me angry with you. It would be most unfortunate if I were to get angry."
Post by Miss Bianca on Mar 14, 2009 15:09:21 GMT -5
“Oh my,” replied Bianca cautiously, rather unsure how exactly to respond to Basil’s questions, as well as being flustered over the compliment given to her. “Are you feeling alright Mr. Basil?” She glanced over to Dawson for answers, for he seemed to be friends with the delusional knight; however the Doctor appeared to be just as confused as she herself was.
“You’re not a knight Mr. Basil,” she explained kindly, not wanting to upset the mouse, who seemed to be completely immersed in his fantasy, “you’re a detective. Don’t you remember?” She wrung her hands nervously, eyes sparkling as she looked over the detective in concern, “You saved me when that… horrible cat attacked in the mansion!” She paused, suddenly realizing that this wasn’t the best sentence to use when trying to convince Basil that he wasn’t a knight of old, for in hindsight it did seem rather outlandish. Then again, the entire incident with Lucifer (as she’d later discovered the cat to be called), had seemed like something out of a story rather then real life.
That was when she was seized from behind.
Screaming involuntarily, she tried to twist around and escape her assailant but the fiend's grip was simply too strong for her. Looking back to Basil, her eyes widened as she called out.
"Oh... Mr. Knight," she began, deciding this was the best way to get his attention in his current state, "seems I do need help with a knave!"
Don't make me angry with you. It would be most unfortunate if I were to get angry.
<<Ha! Sounds like the Incredible Hulk. 'Dr. David Dawson, physician, sidekick, searching for a way to tap into the hidden strength that all rodents have. Then, an accidentaly overdose of gamma radiation alters his body chemistry. And now when David Dawson becomes angry or outraged, a startling metamorphosis occurs.'
Sorry, I digress>>
Bianca's words served to confuse Basil further. These two talked to him so strangely, saying things that sounded half-familiar, that he was beginning to doubt his own identity.
As the lovely mouse was seized from behind, Basil reverted instantly to his medieval fantasy. Here, surely was a rogue knight kidnapping a fair damsel.
"So, villainous churl, wouldst attack a lady? Base coward, stand and fight for her! To me, my steed!"
Ignoring Dawson now, Basil leapt onto Toby's back to give chase.