The Great Mouse Detective: A mouse detective, a mouse doctor, and a human mouse

Basil of Baker Street

221 Baker Street. This is the residence of the world's greatest detective of the human world; Sherlock Holmes.

The man himself was inside judging by the shadow of his figure, playing a gentle tune on his violin, despite the gloomy atmosphere outside.

Down below within the bowels of Baker Street, it was also the home of the world's greatest detective of the rodent world; Basil of Baker Street.

It was here where Dawson, Olivia, and Borra had at last reached their destination. Dawson knocked on the door. Olivia looked up at them with a smile on her face. Dawson and Borra were both pleased to see the little girl had cheered up.

The door opened, and there stood a middle aged female mouse who was Mrs. Judson, the housekeeper and landlady of the house. In her arms, she was carrying an odd hefty weight of some books and plates and a mace.

"Good evening madam," Dawson greeted, politely removing his hat. "Is this the residence of Basil of Baker Street?"

"I'm afraid it is," Mrs. Judson replied, looking quite tired from all the weight she was carrying. "He's not here at the moment, um, but you're welcome to come in and wait." Smiling, she moved aside beckoning them to come inside.

"Uh, we don't want to impose. It's...it's just the girl..." Dawson gestured to where Olivia stood, only to find her not standing where she was.

Surprised, Dawson and Borra looked around wondering where she had gone to. The two of them and Mrs. Judson looked inside the residence. Olivia had already made herself comfortable by the fireplace in a red chair, curiously looking through a magnifying glass.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Judson cried, immediately passing over the pile of strange objects she had been holding to a baffled Dawson with Borra helping him as she rushed over to the little girl.

"You poor dear! You must be chilled to the bone." She removed Olivia's hat and wringed the water out of it over the fireplace. Glancing back at Olivia, Mrs. Judson chuckled, "Oh, but I know just the thing. Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my fresh cheese crumpets." She removed Olivia's scarf and, going back to the kitchen.

No sooner had she gone, Olivia stared over at a table where a teapot sat on a fire. The steam from the teapot was turning the fan mechanism to make a bellow puff smoke out of a pipe. While Olivia smiled in wonder, she looked over to the next desk that had more equipment. A strange device that made a paint brush paint black on the soles of some boots and shoes. They were turned over on a pinwheel making them rotate to step on paper as sheet after sheet came off with black prints.

Dawson is still carrying the objects that Mrs. Judson handed to him. Seeing him a little suffer, Borra took the things from, "Here, let me help you."

"Oh, thank you, Borra." Dawson said as he removed his coat.

When he put the pile of objects aside, Borra approached the table, and wanted to touch those few things, but he can't as he thought they were dangerous and might kill him. He just looked at them and observed what they are doing.

Dawson, who had hung up his coat, had been staring at these strange experiments as well. Then, looked to Borra, "Borra, won't you just remove your coat? We're inside and it's warm in here."

The human mouse was afraid that if he remove his coat, his wings might expose, and it might scare Olivia, "Um, no thanks. I'm good with it."

Suddenly there came a faint excited cry from outside. "Ah ha! That villain slipped this time! I shall have him!"

The door burst open. Lightning flashed and thunder roared sinisterly to reveal a terrifying white mouse with a wide insane smile, wearing a red robe and his face looked Chinese due to the clothes and his long thin moustache.