Now, we all know that Fidget doesn’t hit kids and girls like Olivia, but let’s say he did.
Olivia and Fidget were playing tag. Unfortunately for Fidget, he was competitive and hated to lose. He especially didn’t like being tagged, so he lost control of his temper and hit poor Olivia. How could he do this? She hadn’t done anything wrong; they were just playing.
Suspicious over the fact that Fidget hit her, Olivia rushed inside the house and called Basil of Baker Street. He’ll have the solution to her problem. He’ll know a way. “Hello, this is Olivia, speaking,” she said shakily through the phone, but made sure the mouse detective heard her.
“What can I do for you?” Basil asked worriedly.
“You wouldn’t believe this, but Fidget hit me,” Olivia said, rubbing her sore arm.
“Why did he hit you?” he gasped.
“We were playing tag until he got mad and punched me.”
“Dawson and I will be on our way. If he tries hit you again, try self-defense like you did in your first encounter with Fidget before reuniting with your father and when you and I were inside Big Ben and you bit Ratigan just to save me from being struck again. For example, stomping on Fidget’s foot when he wouldn’t let you get away and see your father. Your father talked to me about this.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure. Goodbye.” Basil hung up the phone.
Olivia slowly hung up hers.
Fidget, who had overheard her conversation with Basil, stood there, glaring threateningly. “I heard you rat me out, tattletale,” he accused with his fist ready to pound the girl. “And you’re going to sell me out!”
“Fidget, it’s not tattling when you really do something wrong!” Olivia retorted through clenched teeth and just as he was about to strike her for his next blow, she slapped him hard in self-defense.
Shocked, Fidget rubbed his cheek that had been slapped and gave Olivia a hurt look, but turned away from Olivia’s stern appearance.
“Olivia, are you alright?” her father asked, “What happened?”
“I should’ve told you this before, Daddy, but Fidget punched me when we were outside playing tag,” she told him, “So Basil taught me self-defense.”
“You mean you called him?” Flaversham asked.
“Yes, I’m sorry I called him without your permission,” Olivia said, “You would’ve been busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
“Not unless it’s for a good reason,” Flaversham replied, “And it was for a good reason, wasn’t it? As for self-defense, I recall the time when you stomped on Fidget’s foot because he wouldn’t let you see me.”
Blinded by rage, Fidget harshly grabbed Olivia, but she bit him in self-defense, which made him want to pound her on the head. Before he could hurt her again, she stomped on his foot. “Ow!” he shouted as he gripped onto his hurt foot.
“You are a bad bat!” Flaversham reprimanded, just as upset as Olivia. Then he eyed his daughter. “I’ll get you some ice.”
Fidget attempted to atone with the girl, whom he upset, but just as he drew closer, Olivia spilled a glass of water in his face. “Leave me alone!”
“Look, Olivia, I’m sorry,” Fidget apologized, wiping off the water.
“You’ve ruined everything, Fidget!” an incensed Olivia exploded, which made Fidget flatten his ears with his head down. He wouldn’t give him on trying to apologize, so he offered her his hand, but she spat in his face before wiping away her salvia.
Basil of Baker Street and Dr. Dawson had burst inside. “Fidget,” Basil said, “You are under arrest for child abuse.” With that, Basil put the bat in handcuffs.
Basil, Dawson, and Fidget came to a cell. “This is where you’ll be staying until you really learn your lesson and when you’re ready to apologize,” Basil told him in an exasperated voice.
Fidget nodded sadly and stepped inside.
With a key in his hand, Basil had the door securely locked, so that Fidget wouldn’t get away so easily.
“Fidget, I know what you’ve done is horribly wrong,” Basil started to say, after at least an hour, “But you can at least explain why you did it.”
“Well,” Fidget began quietly, “Because I can be competitive.”
“So, you hate to lose,” Basil assumed.
“Yes,” Fidget replied, “Yes, I do.”
“You know you need to control your anger, don’t you?” Basil continued.
Fidget only nodded.
“I think he means it, Basil,” Dr. Dawson whispered.
Basil agreed. “Since you really learned your lesson, you are free to go.” He opened the prison door, which made Fidget feel a bit uncomfortable, although he learned from his mistake in the back of his mind. If Olivia never forgave him, he wouldn’t have blamed her; he wouldn’t have forgiven himself, either. He was careless, he was mean, and he abused his close friend.
When Fidget came back to Olivia’s house and smiled at Olivia, she glanced away from him, still mad at him. He sighed and walked away.
An ugly rat saw him nearby. It was the same one who had thrown him overboard. “Oh, yes!” he said to himself and hopped up in front of Fidget. “Hello, Fidget,” Ratigan whispered as he shoved a cloth of chloroform in the bat’s mouth before Fidget could escape.
Fidget woke up, only to find himself in Ratigan’s hideout.
“I heard you got in trouble for something,” Ratigan said, looming over to the drugged bat, “Whatever for?”
“None of your business!” Fidget retorted.
“Oh, I know what you did. You hit a little girl and broke her heart.”
“And why would you care?” Fidget demanded to know.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” Ratigan said sarcastically, noticing that the chloroform was wearing off.
Fidget struggled to get back onto his feet, fighting off the chloroform.
“And because of your pride and temper, you lost your friends and you wouldn’t be so courageous once I give you the punishment you deserve!” With a smile, Ratigan slapped him on both cheeks. Fidget yelped as the rat had done so, which amused the rat. The bat could do nothing more than press his palm onto his face. Ratigan went back a couple steps just to take a glimpse at Fidget’s abused face. “Aww,” he said, smiling wickedly, “Not mouthing off now, are you? How does it feel without any friends?”
Ratigan hightailed to his drawer and drew out a small, sharp knife. Then, he spun it around in Fidget’s direction, making Fidget shrink and cower in horror. The rat didn’t plan to cut or stab him; he only wanted Fidget to think he would. So, Ratigan put his knife away and watched his gang jeer at the bat without feeling a sense of remorse.
This made Fidget really angry, so he yelled, “Shut up!” But this only made them laugh at his humiliations even more and he lost all hope.
Ratigan also laughed at Fidget. “Fidget got dissed by a girl!” Ratigan sang mockingly, “And I’m loving it!”
He continued to torment the bat for at least a few minutes by scratching and slapping him so hard, he fell to ground. Ratigan narrowed his eyes at the bat, who now lie on the floor, without signs of regret. “Just another stupid detective,” he said to himself.
Ratigan and his men had bound Fidget with ropes. “There. You can’t get away this time.” He scratched one of his cheeks. “You will stay here, but this time to die of grief.”
Fidget was too weary to say a thing after the torture he now experienced and the rat had left him alone.
Basil, Dawson, Toby, and the Flavershams wondered where Fidget went. In order for them to find him, they searched for clues. They found footprints. They belonged to a sewer rat, who had stolen Fidget. “He must’ve taken Fidget to the sewer,” Basil concluded, “And we’re going to find Fidget.”
Fidget had shivered, sobbed, and whimpered, waiting to be let out of the sewers for good.
“Fidget!” Basil called.
“Basil?” Fidget asked shakily.
“Yes, it’s us!” Basil replied as he and the others climbed down the sewers.
“Oh, Basil, I thought I’d never see any of you again,” Fidget said, “I can’t walk anymore. I don’t think I’ll make it out alive now that the rat came back and tortured me.”
“Oh, Fidget stop beating yourself up!” Olivia scolded.
“And you’ll never forgive a now permanently damaged bat,” Fidget pouted weakly.
“Yes, I will,” Olivia said gently.
“No, you won’t. You were right all along. This is all my fault…”
“ENOUGH!” she snapped firmly, finally having enough of his complaints. Then, she took a deep breath, but continued sternly, “Now, I want you to stop feeling bad about yourself and for goodness sakes, control your anger!” In a huff, she folded her arms and turned her back on the bat.
“You’re right,” Fidget sighed. Suddenly, he had an idea. “Can you pass me a knife or I can try to get it?”
“Now, you’re thinking,” Basil said, “I went through the same ordeal you had.”
Slowly, but steadily, Fidget picked up the knife’s handle with his teeth. When he was through, he allowed Basil to take it out of his mouth and cut the rope. The now loose rope bounced onto him, making Fidget giggle in sheer delight. “Oopsy!”
“That’s funny, isn’t it, Fidget?” Olivia giggled.
“What a mess,” Basil said as he untangled the loose rope and removed it from himself.
“We brought you some goodies,” Dr. Dawson said as he picked up a picnic basket.
“Wow! No wonder why I feel so weak!” Fidget exclaimed, “I haven’t eaten anything all day!” Everyone sat down and ate their fill until the sewer rat came back.
This made Fidget sick to his stomach. So sick, he threw up on a mousetrap. Fidget must’ve been sick of me, Ratigan thought. He thought right. Fidget was sick of him. Ratigan made a run for it, sickened by the sight.
“Well, at least you had something to eat,” Basil said, “You’ll feel better once we take you home, where you can rest. You had a long and hard day. What’s more is you’re sick of Ratigan.” He cradled the bat in his arms.
“But I did good, didn’t I?” Fidget asked.
“Oh, yes, you did,” Basil praised as he rubbed his nose against Fidget’s, which caused Fidget to smile.
Olivia laughed at the sight.
Back at the Flaversham residence, Fidget was recovering from his sickness. The next day, he felt better. Better enough to play tag with Olivia, but this time, whenever he lost, he no longer hit her in anger. Instead, he swooped down and tagged her in return. Either way, he still had fun.
AN: In the past years when I was growing up, I never considered comparing one of my favorite characters, Fidget to Basil, but as I read chapter 3 of The Little Mouse Detective on Fanfiction, it was at the point where I started to say that Fidget was too much like him. What caused me to think so? Basil and Fidget both suffer hardships with Ratigan and when they get yelled at by their close ones, they eventually feel as if they deserve it, they are too crabby, especially if someone tried to be nice to them, they yell at people as if they want nothing to do with them (for example, Olivia had, especially when she asked Fidget important questions as to why he put her and himself in the closet to begin with. Also, when Basil ignored her pleas and she shushed him in a scolding manner as Sherlock Holmes and Watson arrived, which I believe she also did in anger for the fact that Basil was bossy and bitter towards her), they’re energetic, and they both disguise themselves when necessary. If Fidget and Basil can’t cut down on their tempers, they’ll lose a lot of friends either for a while or permanently.
*When I finished writing this story to get if off my chest, I felt better, especially the part where Ratigan let out his rage on Fidget and when Olivia sternly lashed out at Fidget for the fact that like Basil, he suffered a mental meltdown. What is Fidget going to do? Hit me, too? I wouldn’t be afraid to report that to anyone, including the police and have them throw him in prison. I especially wouldn’t be afraid to yell back at him whenever he does something stupid.
*Even though Fidget hit poor Olivia in this story, he doesn’t hit her in any other fanfics I’ve encountered, but he was a little rough on her the way he held her back from her father in the film, which was way she stomped on his foot to get what she wanted. Either way, my buddies and I like the fact that he does not hit her. He’s not like the bear from The Fox and the Hound or Mor’du from Brave, although both Mor’du and Fidget reform. There is a difference. Mor’du never worked for a villain, just for himself and he was a selfish murderer, refusing to share the kingdom with his brothers, while Fidget, on the other, hand was unselfish, although he previously worked for a villain and was not happy about it. He especially didn’t want to kill anybody, Ratigan made him try to. The bear hits out of spite, although he was trying to protect his territory and was woken up by Amos Slade. Fidget hits Basil as punishment and in anger like he does in my fics, mostly because of the slapping portion, although “slapping” is still considered “hitting”. Fidget is especially nothing like Jafar from Aladdin, despite the fact that yes, I imagine Fidget slapping Basil, especially with a smile.
*Ratigan doesn’t hit Fidget, although he was a little rough on him the way he picked him up by the ears near the end of the movie. Nevertheless, my friends and I are grateful for the fact that Ratigan doesn’t hit him, but in this story, he did so out of spite.
*As I wrote the scene where Fidget threw up on the mousetrap, I thought it’d be funny. Well, where will Ratigan go? I don’t know and I don’t care. Maybe to another mousetrap? That’s what teamdark2741 suggested and that was hilarious!
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