And now that? How many times did that sewer rat have to use his power to save his bald pink tail from defeat? This would become the never-ending story! Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a dog barking. She opened her eyes and saw she was hugging Basil and Dawson protectively. What the hell...? She released both mice and looked at her surroundings. THEY WERE ON BAKER STREET!

"¡¿Qué carajos...?! (What the hell...?!)

"Language, miss." Basil scolded.

"Not now! Can't you see where we are?!" exclaimed Ladybug upset.

Basil and Dawson looked around and both cried out in fright as they saw they were back in 221½ and on Toby's back.

"Good heavens!" the doctor screamed in terror. "What happened? We were supposed to be at Hogwarts! What are we doing here?"

"The better question would be why are we here?" Basil corrected. "Although the answer was given to us by himself when he thanked me by reminding him of his 'backup plan'

"Backup plan?"

"You are referring to the original plan that involved the kidnapping of Mr. Flaversham. And neither Chat Noir nor Olivia are with us." explained Ladybug

That last thing caught the attention of both mice and they realized that, indeed, the girl and the young hero were no longer there. They went back to the time they were going back to Baker Street to analyze the list they found in the toy store to analyze it and get more clues. With that, the detective understood despite having that immense power, it didn't help him defeat them so he would resume his original plan. With that, the three mice climbed down from the hound's back and entered the house, they left their respective hats on the armor where the detective usually left his deerstalker, Basil lit the oil lamp was next to his red couch and put his hands in the pockets of his Inverness cloak to take out his magnifying glass and the...

Basil left his magnifying glass on the table next to the lamp and checked all the pockets of his clothes, for each pocket he checked his ears lost color. Ladybug and Dawson got worried seeing him like that.

"Basil." the doctor called. "What's hap...?

"The list is gone!"

"What?!" exclaimed the other two.

"The list is gone!"

"Yes, we heard you!" the heroine clarified. "What we cannot believe is you no longer have it."

The detective kept looking, even Ladybug took out her wand and used the Summoning Charm to search faster for the piece of paper, but nothing. This was serious, the list was the only clue they had to rescue Chat Noir and the Flavershams and find Ratigan... that rat! When he went back in time (again) he must have somehow taken the list from them to prevent them from finding him.

Basil was upset, his only clue was gone! Ladybug bit her lip nervously, she knew what that paper contained, but how would she explain it? Then an idea crossed her mind. She took out her yoyo and quickly used the minicomputer function. The detective and the doctor heard some typing noises, they turned to the young woman watching her do something with her gun.

"What are you doing?" Basil asked.

"Wait..." the heroine answered. A couple more clicks and she exclaimed excitedly. "Here it is! ¡En tu cara, rata de dos patas! (In your face, you two-legged rat!)

"Now what's wrong with you?"

"It just so happens, before all this theater going back in time, the Miraculous and Hogwarts when we were coming here, without you realizing it, I took a picture of the list and put it back in your pocket using my magic. The fact it got lost cannot be an 'accident'. The fact that it got lost cannot be an 'accident', I'm sure with so much use of his power, Ratigan would already know Fidget lost the list and we would use it to find him...

"But what does it matter if you took a picture of the list if I can't analyze it that way?"

"Are you forgetting the weapons provided by the Miraculous aren't normal?" The heroine sat in the middle of the blue couch. Basil and Dawson sat on either side of her and watched what she was doing. "Taking the photograph not only gave me the image of it, but also managed to do the analysis for us."

"Really?" The detective exclaimed in surprise.

"Amazing!" The doctor exclaimed, impressed.

"What did you find?" Basil asked, getting closer to the young woman to get a better look at the yoyo.

The heroine's ears reddened from the proximity of the detective.

«Tranquila, no te alteres. ¡Concéntrate!» (Calm down, don't get upset. Concentrate!)

"Let's see... at first glance you couldn't draw a good deduction from this." Ladybug opined.

"I wouldn't say that." Basil contradicted. 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 water mark."

"Amazing," Dawson said.

"Not bad," Ladybug congratulated. Basil smiled smugly. The young woman rolled her eyes and checked the information on her yoyo. "Shown here are some bat fingerprints, obviously from Fidget. I also detect some elements that fell on the paper through touch or spillage and the ambient air."

The yoyo showed two chemical components, which the young woman did not understand, but she concealed her ignorance. Seeing them, Basil immediately knew what they were.

"The first is to show us a very common item found in «Rodent's Delight»" Seeing the confused faces of his friends, he explained. "A cheap brandy sold only in the seediest pubs."

"Hmm. Amazing."

"Oh, not really, Doctor. We still don't know where it came from. Perhaps a close inspection will tell us something. Ladybug, please."

"Working." The young woman analyzed the photograph, finding some black dots on the paper, but they weren't ink. "It says here it's coal dust."

The yoyo showed its chemical component and again Basil explained.

"That kind of coal is what's used in sewer lamps. Is there something else?"

"Apparently the paper was too saturated with distillation of sodium chloride." With that Basil got up and went to check his maps. "It means salt water." Ladybug explained to Dawson upon seeing his face.

"Great Scott!"

"It proves beyond a doubt, this list came from the riverfront area." Basil said, taking out a map of the river Thames and nailing it to the wall with the help of his darts.

"Ah, now steady on there, Basil." said the good-natured mouse, impressed, approaching him and the young woman to the detective.

"No, no." Basil looked at his friends. "Elementary, my dear Dawson and Ladybug." He returned his attention to the map, inspecting it. "We merely look for a seedy pub at the only... spot..." he stuck the dart in the exact location "...where the sewer connects to the waterfront."

"Then we'll infiltrate that pub and look for Fidget," the heroine said.

"'We'll?' Of course not!" Basil denied immediately. "You stay here."

"Excuse me?" Ladybug said surprised and indignant. "Are we going to have a huge setback of everything that...?"

"Those kinds of places are not for a lady, no matter how strong she is," the detective clarified. "I don't want anything bad happen to you in that seedy place"

"Absolutely nothing will happen to me! You know perfectly well I can defend myself. Or do you doubt your own abilities to protect the ladies?"

Basil's ears reddened and Ladybug suppressed a triumphant smile.

«En el blanco» (On target) she thought victorious

Realizing he had lost; Basil sighed and led his friends to the room where he kept his disguises he used on his cases. He presented Dawson with a purple cap, a black patch, a small red and pink striped shirt, dark purple pants with a black belt and gold buckle, and a gold hoop. The doctor was reluctant to put it on, but Basil managed to convince him to wear it, with Ladybug's help. Basil chose for himself a navy-blue sailor captain's hat, a navy-blue long coat and matching pants, a magenta turtleneck, black shoes, and a fake skinny mustache. With the young woman it was more difficult since, obviously, all his clothes were male and the few female ones there were (at which Ladybug laughed imagining the detective wearing them) were for more common and formal events; the heroine didn't care and searched among all the costumes for something according to the mission. She found several clothes seemed suitable, she detransformed and asked the men to go out and change. Basil and Dawson went to their rooms and Alex changed with Tikki's help.

As soon as she finished, she covered his mouth with a hand, muffling the laughter threatened to escape at the sight of her reflection. She wore a brown leather tricorn hat, a white shirt made of linen, a blue vest on the front and gray on the back. Dark brown baggy pants tucked into brown leather boots and a brown leather belt. A red scarf tied loosely around her neck to cover her face in an emergency.

«¡No bueno! Se me perdió la fiesta de disfraces de Piratas del Caribe. Solo me faltan las trenzas, rastras y maquillaje para parecer una versión femenina del Capitán Jack Sparrow.» (Not good! I missed the Pirates of the Caribbean costume party. I'm just missing the braids, dreadlocks and makeup to look like a female version of Captain Jack Sparrow.)

"Alex, what are you laughing at?" Tiki asked.

"It's just I dress up as a movie character, that's all," she replied.

"Which one?"

"It is..."

There was a knock on the door and Tikki quickly hid in the clothes. Alex covered her face with the red scarf and said, 'Come In'. The brunette breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Basil enter, already disguised. As soon as the detective saw her, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"Well? What do you think?" asked the Latina, removing the scarf from her face and turning around so he could see her better. "It is according to the mission, right?"

Basil was speechless, the outfit suited her very well and reflected her strong and brave character. Alex was concerned to see the detective still and silent, she approached him and ran a hand over his face.

"Basil? Basil!"

"Oh! What?"

"If this doesn't suit me, then please come out and..."

"No! Ah... I mean..." the mouse cleared his throat and said: "The outfit suits you, it's just that I've never seen anything like it. Is... awesome."

"Okey. Don't scare me." Calmer, the Latina realized the doctor was not with him. "And Dawsons?"

"Ah, he is 'suffering' with the outfit I gave him!" Basil laughed. "He doesn't like it at all, but he must remember this is not a pleasure trip, but a mission."

Alex immediately understood that, she perfectly remembered that in the movie Dawson showed his annoyance and discomfort with the costume because he felt 'perfectly foolish'. They returned to the living room-office and saw the doctor pull the edges of the shirt trying to cover himself better with it.

"We're ready," Basil announced. Now we can go...

"Basil, do you not have something more suitable for me?" Dawson asked, still trying to adjust his clothes. "I feel utterly ridiculous!"

"Don't be absurd. You look perfect."

"Perfect? Perfectly foolish!"

«No era en esta parte donde tenían esa conversación, pero me da una idea que desde que salieron del Baker Street el pobre Doc estuvo sufriendo con eso.» (It wasn't in this part where they had that conversation, but it gives me an idea that since they left Baker Street poor Doc was suffering with it.)

"Easy, Doc. I'll fix it." Alex said, pulling out her wand. With a flick of her wand, Dawson's shirt grew to the perfect size for the good-natured mouse. "Better?"

"Quite!" Dawson answered more calmly and comfortably. "Thank you dear."

"Well, that's settled now. Let's go." Basil said.

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In the coastal zone, the fog surrounded the place while the boats remained anchored in the river and gentle waves splashed. At the top of the docks, Toby sat there, tail wagging, watching his mousy love and companions descend to their destination below.

"Stay, Toby, stay," Basil ordered in a whisper.

Beneath the docks, three figures were walking toward a pub that had a lamp hanging from a sign read 'Rat Trap'.

"Ready?" Basil asked, taking a cigarette out of his coat pocket and putting it in his mouth.

"Yes," Alex and Dawson answered together.

The detective opened the door of the pub. They looked inside the place, listening to the sound of music being played by a piano. It was a smoky room, with some somber-looking patrons smoking cigarettes or cigars. Many tables scattered here and there, their occupants sat drinking and playing while chatting, whispering and gossiping from the crowd. At the other end of the pub was a stage lined with red curtains lit with lights, standing out from the rest of the crowd.

On the stage, there was a cheerful octopus juggling three colored balls while tap dancing. The pianist, in the lower right, next to the stage, played happily to liven up the atmosphere and accompany the act of the octopus. Unfortunately, the audience was not in the mood to see that performance, as they were engrossed in their gambling, drinking, or just sitting there smoking. The waitress was flirting with one of her customers, until he pursed his lips for a kiss, but the waitress hit him on the chin, sending him flying off his chair and landing hard on the floor with a grunt.

"Dawson, Alex," Basil called to his friends, lighting a match against a pillar of way. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, blew out the smoke, and spoke to them in a whisper. "Stay close and do as I do. Especially you, Alex. I don't want you to leave my side."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," assured the Latina, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

The detective put his hands in his pockets and walked around the place in a natural way followed by his friends. Alex walked normally, looking curiously at the place.

«El pub "Cabeza de Puerco" es un lugar de clase alta en comparación a este lugar.» (The 'Hog's Head Inn' is a high-class place compared to this place.) the young woman thought, choking on the excessive tobacco smoke of the place.

A bartender washing a beer mug noticed the trio raising an eyebrow. Basil gave the bartender a simple gesture with his left finger to serve them. Alex bowed her head, raising her tricorn hat in salute. Dawson did the same as Basil, though with a slightly exaggerated sulky expression. Seeing him, the brunette got worried, instead of acting natural the doctor was exaggerating; she couldn't blame him, the good-natured mouse was a true English gentleman and had never been to a place like this.

Every gangster or thug eyed the trio suspiciously, but when some of them noticed a woman with them, despite the outfit... they either flashed a smile or giggled a bit, it was almost unusual for a woman to come to the pub. The trio kept walking without paying attention to what these people thought of them, or at least Alex did. The young woman realized all the eyes on her because she was a woman, so she remained on 'Constant Vigilance' since they were in enemy territory. Now she was in the pub there was no telling what might happen; what did remain was someone threw a dagger landing right at Dawson's feet, causing him to gasp in fright and recoil causing him to trip and hit the chair of a woman dressed in green playing poker with her two friends. She stared at him with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Ah! Oh, I do beg your pardon, Madam." the doctor apologized, taking off his cap. "Quite unintentional..." The woman took a mouthful of her cigarette and blew smoke full into Dawson's face, choking him. "I assure you..." continued the good-natured mouse coughing.

The woman and her friends laughed at the poor doctor. Alex went for Dawson and pulled him away from them.

"How impertinent!" the doctor complained.

Basil went to his friends and grabbed the doctor by the collar of his shirt.

"Remember Dawson, we're low-life ruffians" said the detective, shaking the good-natured mouse a little.

He released it and resumed his walk.

"Well, I was until that..." Dawson muttered, putting his cap back on.

"Welcome to the other side of London, Doc." Alex said, walking behind his friends. "You can't be here..."

"Well, well, what do we have here?" one of the thugs of the place got in the way of the Latina, he had a strong smell of alcohol and spoke brokenly, clearly drunk. "Hi beautiful. I've never seen you around here. Would you like to join me and my friends? you're going to have fun."

"Thank you, but no thanks. I already have company and better than you." The young woman passed by the thug, but he grabbed her arm forcefully, forcing her to look at him. "Let me go."

"You will look very rough with those clothes, but we all know here the only women who come here are those who are looking for 'fun' their boyfriends or husbands cannot satisfy them. I'm sure your 'companion' is one of them, so leave that lout and..."

"The lady told you to let her go."

Alex and the thug turned around, Basil was close to them and glaring at the drunk. The thug looked the detective up and down, snorted, and turned back to the girl.

"This is your company? Ha! Don't make me laugh." Then he turned to Basil. "I'll stay with her, you can get another, skinny."

"Did you want to make it difficult? You would have told me." Alex said to the drunk. "You have five seconds to let me go."

"Or what?"

"One."

"What are you thinking to do?"

"Two."

"Do you think you scare me?"

"Three."

"Or are you giving that toothpick time to 'teach me a lesson'?"

"Four."

"Shut up now!"

"Five." The Latina glared at the drunk. "Will you let me go now?"

"No way" he replied mockingly.

"Okay, you were warned."

Alex smacked him hard in the groin with his free arm. The guy released her, letting out a scream that was too high-pitched. With her other arm, she hit him in the neck causing the drunken man to remove his hands from his crotch and raise them to his neck. The Latina pushed the thug into a chair, grabbed a dagger from the table and plunged it hard into the chair inches from his crotch.

"Here and anywhere in the world, when a woman refuses, respected her. And another thing, the women who come to this place don't always have to be just easy woman, rude ones like me who give rubbish like you their due can also come." She dropped the stuck dagger and looked at the drunk with disgust. "I hope you understand, although with all the alcohol and tobacco you have in your body, plus the environment, it causes your brain less than I think it should."

The brunette turned her back on the guy, she heard him insult her and get up, so she turned around and kicked him in the chest making him fall on his back with everything and a chair. Alex looked at the men at the table, they were shocked and scared; she gave them a menacing look and they returned their attention to the game of poker. Satisfied, the young woman returned to her friends, finding them gaping. She walked over to them and closed both mice's mouths.

"You can also enjoy the show with your mouth closed, thanks." Alex mocked.

"Oh Alex! You will never stop surprising me!" Dawson congratulated.

"Thank you very much, Doc." she said, taking off her tricorn hat and bowing.

She put her hat back on and the three of them searched for an empty table; they found it in the center of the pub, giving them a perfect view of the entire place, and sat down. Basil in the middle, Dawson to his right, and Alex to his left.

They watched the act of the octopus for a bit, when suddenly they heard a conversation.

"Miss Kitty hasn't arrived yet?" Basil and Alex glanced discreetly over their shoulders. It was the waitress and the bartender. "After that octopus comes the toad and the lizard, and the way things are going around here, their presentation is the only one can improve the atmosphere of the pub."

"She's not like that, she must have had a setback..."

"That's no excuse! We have to find some replacement."

"There are hardly any women here! Where do you plan to get it?"

The conversation was interrupted when Basil called the waitress, she said that she would be right back and approached the table.

"What's your pleasure, mates?"

Before Dawson answered, Basil spoke first.

"Sorry cute, my shipmates and I couldn't help but listen to your talk. I have the solution to your problem." He got up, picked Alex up and put his arms around her shoulders." My girl can help you, not for nothing on our ship they know her as "The Mermaid""

"WHAT?!" The young woman cried in astonishment. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

"Young lady, can you sing?"

"I... yes, but..."

"Oh, thank you very much for your help!" The waitress took Alex's hands gratefully. "Come on, it's this way! You really don't know how much we appreciate it!"

"Hey... wait! I don't..."

Alex glanced over his shoulder at the table seeing Basil smirking at her. It was a joke? Why the hell had he done that?

«¡Esta me la pagas, Basil Holmwood!» (You pay me for this, Basil Holmwood!)

The detective laughed, sitting down at the table. Dawson glared at his friend. Basil noticed, calmed down and explained.

"Just help her get access to the artists' dressing rooms. If Fidget frequents this establishment, she might ask someone about our guy."

"Well, you should have warned Alex about your plan, the poor girl was uncomfortable with the idea." said the doctor, still angry. "It seemed to me that you did it for another reason, otherwise you wouldn't have laughed."

In that Dawson was right. The truth was he did it as a 'little revenge' for the secrets the girl kept from him until recently. The good thing about this was the brunette wouldn't make a fool of herself in public, she said she knew how to sing so there was something she could do.

In the dressing rooms, the waitress helped the young woman find the perfect outfit for the presentation while asking her what song she would sing. Alex replied she had no idea since she had never sung in a place like that in her life. The waitress took several papers from a desk and gave them to the girl so she could choose the one she wanted to sing. The Latina reviewed them; she had one in mind, but that was from Miss Kitty and it didn't seem right to sing it, especially since the white mouse would be there in time for her performance, so she looked for another. She kept looking until she found one whose title seemed familiar. She read it and almost choked on her saliva reading it.

«¡Tiene que ser una maldita broma!» (It has to be a fucking joke!)

The waitress became aware of the song she was reading. She told her it was an excellent choice and even had the perfect outfit for the performance. Alex's ears were completely red WHAT THE FUCK DID BASIL GET HER INTO!

«En cuanto esto termine ¡te voy ahorcar! Bueno, hora de pasar del cosplay de Jack Sparrow a Jessica Rabbit, o debería decir "Mouse".» (As soon as this is over, I'm going to hang you! Well, time to go from cosplaying Jack Sparrow to Jessica Rabbit, or should I say 'Mouse'.»

The octopus, the toad and the lizard fled the stage after receiving boos, tomatoes and even daggers, darts and axes! The waitress quickly handed the pianist the song to perform. The musician showed the melody to his companions and they settled down. The lights in the pub dimmed, dimming the atmosphere. Basil looked at the stage with an arched eyebrow while Dawson looked curiously at his surroundings. What was happening?

A spotlight on the other side of the closed curtain reflected the silhouette of a girl wearing a dress.

You had plenty of money, 1922

The music started, the curtains opened revealing a mouse with brown fur and a brown nose, shoulder-length dark brown hair combed to the left side covering her face, simple but attractive makeup. A dress, medieval style, red fitted to the body with a neckline and long sleeves.

You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

"Alex?!" exclaimed, almost shouting, Basil and Dawson

Get out of here, get me some money too

A man stood at the edge of the stage with the intention of touching the young woman, but she pushed him away with a soft and sexy kick.

You're sittin' down and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out Why don't you do right, like some other men do? Get out of here, get me some money too

The whistles and obscene comments flooded the place, Dawson looked at his surroundings worried that one of those depraved would dare to do something to the young woman.

"Basil, this is getting out of hand. We have to get Alex out of there before... Basil?"

The detective couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked really beautiful, even though her hair covered half of her face. And her voice... it wasn't an opera singer like Relda, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

Now you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a wanderin' now from door to door

Normally, Alex would never have agreed to do something like that since she was so shy; but due to the situation (courtesy of Basil) she had to swallow her fears and get on stage. An advantage of that madness was she could see the whole pub and thus see Fidget arrive and warn Basil...wait, Basil looked at her, entranced? Her ears turned pink, but she kept her composure and continued with the witness.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here, get me some money too

She came down from the stage and sensually approached the detective, dodging the thugs who tried to get close to her and touch her. Basil brought her into this, now he would suffer the consequences.

«Si juegas con fuego, terminarás quemado.» (If you play with fire, you will end up burned.)

Dawson wanted to say something to the young woman as soon as she arrived, but she shrugged him off and focused on Basil. The young woman sat on the detective's legs and opened his coat a little, she brought her face closer to his as if she were going to kiss him, but she grabbed his hat and covered his face.

Get out of here and get me some money too

Alex sat on the table, leaned over Basil holding him by the neck of his sweater and brought him close to his face, a few millimeters touching his lips.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do

The music ended the place erupted in applause and whistles. Alex slowly released Basil allowing the detective to sit back down. With the same sensuality, and avoiding the perverted drunks, the brunette returned to the stage and the curtains closed.

The doctor saw his friend's reaction and immediately understood the girl did all this as revenge for forcing her to do this. He moved his friend a little and the detective finally snapped out of his trance.

"I think you'd think twice before involving Alex, or any girl, in something like that."

Basil looked away without saying anything, but he didn't have to say anything, the red of his ears gave him away without any problem. The waitress came back to serve them.

"What's your pleasure, mates?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Uh..." Dawson said, thinking, "I'll have a dry sherry with... oh perhaps a twist of-"

He stifled a groan when Basil's hand slammed his mouth shut, keeping him quiet before he snapped out of character. The detective spoke to the waitress, in a deeper sailor's voice.

"Three pints for me and my shipmates."

"By the way, you were right when you told me your girl called her «The Mermaid». She has a really beautiful voice! And it contrasts perfectly with her beauty."

"Well, thank you," the detective replied, regretting involving the young woman in that. He saw the waitress was going to leave, so he called her again. "Oh, by the way!" the mouse came back looking at Basil with her hands on her hips. "We just got into port. We're looking for an old friend of mine. Maybe you know him. Goes by the name... of Ratigan!"

The waitress gasped fearfully upon hearing that name. The thugs, gangsters, and the piano player all gaped at the duo. Dawson shuddered at suddenly having all the attention on them. Basil smiled at their reactions.

"I, uh...never heard of him. " The waitress finally answered and walked away from them.

Dawson looked at Basil, who had the same smile plastered on his face as he tapped his fingers together because he knew for sure they were in the right place. But his smile disappeared when someone hit him hard on the head; he rubbed the bruised area and turned to yell at whoever did it, but fell silent when he saw Alex standing behind him with her fist raised and a very clear expression of anger.

"You do that to me again with, or worse yet, without MY consent and I'll make you think that sewer rat is an angel compared to what I'll do to you."

Basil's and Dawson's ears blanched dangerously at her. That was clear enough for the detective he must never make Alex angry. The young woman sat with her chair upside down, resting her arms on the back and ignoring the detective.

The pianist resumed the music, this time a gentle melody, the curtains parted revealing it was a beautiful little mouse with white fur with a blue bow on the back of her head, lavender eye shadow makeup over her blue eyes, maroon nose and her lips painted red. She was wearing a fuchsia shawl over her shoulders, a cobalt blue skirt, and blue heels. Looking at the audience, he began to sing.

Dearest friends, dear gentlemen, listen to my song
Life down here's been hard for you, life has made you strong

Let me lift the mood, with my attitude

The tone of the music began to change to an upbeat beat as the band members began to play. Miss Kitty began to dance and all the men began to bob their heads in sync with the rhythm, with the exception of Basil, who was unfazed by the beautiful song of the mouse. Dawson looked at the lady and sighed, as if he had fallen in love with her. The detective rolled his eyes at his friend's attitude.

«Please, Alex sings better and is more beautiful...!»

Basil shook his head at the thought. It really affected him to have the young woman perform on stage. Alex noticed the detective's reaction and smiled slyly at what she had done to him.

«Te salió el tiro por la culata. Eso te enseñara a no hacerme ese tipo de cosas.» (You got shot in the butt. That will teach you not to do that sort of thing to me.)

Hey fellas. The time is right.

Get ready. Tonight's the night.

Boys, what you're hopinʼ for will come true.

Let me be good to you.

Alex glanced toward the bar, caught Basil's attention by touching the back of her hand on his arm, then nodded toward the bar. Looking in that direction, Basil smiled as he and Alex noticed the waitress whisper something to the bartender. The bartender glanced both ways to make sure no one was watching as he pulled a small green bottle from his vest, uncorked it, and poured some sort of pink liquid into the three jars, causing the drinks to fizz.

The young woman and the detective looked at each other with a smile; apparently those two knew more about Ratigan than the waitress said and wanted to do something to them, guess drug them and then make them disappear or take them directly to the professor, but they wouldn't fall so easily; they had to be conscious to face the professor. They returned their attention to Miss Kitty, they had to act as calm as possible so as not to attract more attention than they had caused.

You tough guys. You're feelinʼ all alone.

You rough guys. The best oʼ you sailors and bums.

All oʼ my chums.

Basil placed his hand over Alex's, causing her to look into his smiling face as he whispered 'Good job'. Alex smiled nodding in response and wondered why he put his hand on top of hers. She didn't care at the time, because now they had to concentrate on the task at hand.

So dream on. And drink your beer.

Get cozy. Your baby's here.

You won't be misunderstood.

Let me be good to you.

Miss Kitty withdrew behind the curtains as the beat of the music grew louder. When the curtains were drawn again, there was Miss Kitty, but this time without her shawl, revealing a form-fitting sky-blue gown with a bare back and shoulder-length gloves. Joining her, side by side, were two other white-furred female mice resembled Miss Kitty, but each of them had a mole under their right eye. The twins wore the same: pink dresses, feathered hats, and the same gloves as Miss Kitty.

Hey fellas. I'll take off all my blues.

Miss Kitty took off her skirt, revealing blue feathers underneath and a ruffled garter belt on her right thigh. The audience started screaming, cheering and whistling for this great performance. One of the patrons tried to grab her as he tried to get on stage, but two of his friends stopped him by pulling him down. Miss Kitty winked at the mouse was trying to get up on the stage, but she pushed it away with her foot.

Hey fellas. There's nothinʼ I won't do.

Just for you!

Miss Kitty shook her butt at the crowd before winking and pointing at Dawson, whose ears reddened in embarrassment at that. The twins began to do the can-can dance and the audience continued to cheer them on.

"There you are, pals." The waitress returned with the drinks for the three of them and put the mugs on the table. "It's uh... on the house." she said and walked away from them.

"I say, how very generous." Dawson said, grabbing his jar as Basil and Alex grabbed theirs.

The young woman sniffed her beer, then set it aside while Basil inspected his.

"Dawson." Basil dipped a finger in the beer and tasted it, seeing it was laced with some kind of drug, and whispered to his friend. "These drinks have been... drugged" He looked at the doctor and was disturbed to see him. The good-natured mouse had drunk all the drink!

"Hm... Has a rather nice bite to it." Dawson said, smacking his lips and looking at his friends. He giggled and returned his attention to the stage by standing up. "Jolly good, ladies, jolly good!"

Basil tugged at his friend's shirt, returning him to his seat.

"Dawson, get ahold of yourself!" he reminded him in a whisper.

"Oh!" The doctor raised his patch to get a better look at the dancers. He settled back in his seat as the detective released him. "Bravo! Bravo!" cheered the good-natured mouse with applause.

Basil looked annoyed at his companion with his elbows resting on the table and his head resting on his hands. Alex rubbed her temples in frustration, she had forgotten how frustrating that scene was with Dawson's attitude!

"C'mon, Doc!" The brunette exclaimed indignantly. "Control yourself...!" Basil touched Alex's hand, drawing his attention. "What?"

The detective put a finger to his lips indicating silence. The girl did and heard irregular footsteps approaching. They subtly looked over their shoulders and a triumphant smile appeared on their faces. Fidget had finally arrived at the pub!

So dream on And drink your beer

Get cozy Your baby's here

The bat was so focused on the act he didn't realize he was passing behind his enemies...

"Whoops!"

Or he stepped into a hole in the ground until his wooden leg got stuck in it.

Hey boys, I'm talkinʼ to you.

He jerked his peg-leg free, but stumbled, crashing into the bar.

"If it isn't our peg-legged friend." Basil muttered when he saw it. "Dawson, Alex, ooh, hoo, what luck!" The detective turned to the doctor, but the doctor had disappeared. "Dawson?" Alex stifled a gasp, grabbed Basil's chin, turning his head and facing the stage. "Dawson!"

In that careless moment, Dawson (under the influence of alcohol and drugs) took the stage to dance with the twins!

Your baby's gonna come through

Let me be good to you!

Basil and Alex hit their faces with their hands embarrassed by Dawson's act, especially since Dawson, after being kissed on the cheeks by the twins, blew them a kiss, turned and fell off the stage, landing on the piano destroying it!

Yeah!

«Y aquí es cuando se pone feo.» (And this is when it gets ugly.) Alex thought worriedly.

The young woman hid under the table and the detective looked at her with an arched eyebrow.

"What are you...?"

The Latina grabbed his coat and yanked on it, making him crouch down and hide next to her under the table.

The pianist glared at the obese mouse that destroyed his precious piano. He took a board, ready to hit Dawson as soon as he got up, but fell unconscious on the piano dodging the attack causing the musician to turn because of the weight of the board hitting a huge and beefy mouse in the neck. The client got up, grabbed the musician by the neck and tried to hit him, but the victim ducked in time to dodge the attack. However, the blow hit the piano, launching it towards the band, scattering them and landing on the customers' tables, breaking them and knocking over drinks and gambling.

Chaos engulfed the pub. All the clients began to fight, everyone against everyone. Even the bartender (pulling a club out from under the bar) and the waitress got involved to break up the fight. This worsened when some customers took out firearms and knives.

Basil and Alex came out of hiding and went towards Dawson, almost dragging themselves, dodging fights and attacks. They helped the doctor to a sitting position and the detective lightly slapped the doctor's cheeks to wake him up.

"Dawson! Dawsons!

The good-natured mouse woke up and saw the place scared.

"What? What? What in heaven's name is going on?

"We've spotted our peg-legged-" Basil replied, looking toward the bar, but Fidget was gone. He and Alex helped Dawson to his feet. "Come on, fellows. There's not a moment to lose.

A bullet grazed Basil's right ear, the quarrel in the hum was getting worse. Alex didn't remember this scene being so violent.

«Tampoco venían incluidos en el guion Chat Noir, Papillombre, los Miraculous y yo.» (Chat Noir, Papillombre, the Miraculous and me were also not included in the script.)

The young woman took out her wand, covered the three of them with a Shield Charm and they ran to the bar. They got in and Basil exclaimed an 'Ah-ha!' seeing a hatch. The detective took the lead by opening the trapdoor and motioning for them to go down the hole in single file. Alex was the first and Dawson after. Taking one last look at the chaotic but violent atmosphere, Basil quietly and carefully closed the door on him, just as a chair bounced off the door.

Downstairs, they heard Fidget humming, looked down and noticed he entered the opening of a water pipe carrying a lit flashlight.

"Let me be good to you..." Fidget sang, putting the flashlight inside the pipe and as he climbed, he let out a growl. Basil gestured for the others to follow him, leading them toward the pipe, listening to the bat hum as he watched it walk into the pipe. "So dream on, and drink your beer..." Fidget continued to sing happily, completely oblivious to the trio following him. "Your baby's here!"

As he walked away from them, only managing to see the light from Fidget's flashlight, Dawson said,

"Basil..."

But the detective quickly shut him up, then pushed himself up and jumped into the pipe. He stuck his head out and said:

"Follow me."

"Wait, Tikki is missing."

"It's true! By the way, where is she?"

Alex put a hand inside the collar of her shirt, taking out a small brown cloth bag, emptying its contents revealing a pair of earrings with a ladybug design, she put them on and from these a pink light was released revolved around her and to the side of the three mice appeared the ladybug-like kwami.

"I couldn't enter the pub transformed as Ladybug, besides the disguise search had turned into a waste of time. And she couldn't walk around either because of her size, so I found this little bag in the dress-up stuff and put the earrings away."

"Are you mad?! Those jewels are important, it is not a place to keep them there!" Basil scolded.

"That's why I made sure it was something I could carry hanging around and it was safe." Alex answered. "Besides, it's not the only valuable jewel in there." she completely emptied the contents of the bag, revealing the silver emerald ring, and put it on the third finger of his right hand. "See?"

Basil didn't say anything else, sadly he told them they will enter the pipe. Alex quickly transformed into Ladybug and entered the pipe first and then Dawson, though... well, he had a bit of trouble getting up so Ladybug and Basil helped the good-natured mouse up. The pipe turned out to be darker than they thought.

"Great Scott. I can't see a thing." the doctor complained

Ladybug took her yoyo, activated the video camera function and from this the night vision function, she placed herself at the front of the line and asked the men to follow her.

"Do you even know where to go?" the detective asked sarcastically.

The heroine tensed up; she wasn't supposed to know!

«¡Seré tarada!» (I'll be a moron!) she mentally chided herself

Basil walked past her and told her to hold on to his coat and for Dawson to hold on to her Inverness cloak.

Ladybug tried to grab Basil's coat, but she grabbed his hand instead, much to their surprise. Her ears turned red while Basil's ears turned pink, the detective cleared his throat slightly, making her think he didn't want her to hold his hand. She was about to let go and grab his coat as he told her, but to her surprise, his fingers managed to intertwine with hers. Ladybug sighed slightly wrapping her other arm around Basil's arm and resting her head on his shoulder, not realizing Basil's ears turned red from this unusual situation.

"What are you doing?"

In the brunette's head there was the sound of a vinyl record being interrupted. Basil cleared his throat, released Ladybug and they resumed their walk in the dark. As Ladybug's eyes began to adjust to the darkness, she managed to wrap her arms around Basil's arm, causing him to smile as they continued, but they noticed Dawson was going the wrong way as his eyes slowly began to adjust. to the darkness.

"No, no, no, not that way. Dawson, look out for your-"

There was a metallic noise as Dawson's head hit and he cried out in pain:

"Oww!"

"Ouch..." the heroine muttered, wincing.

"Confound it!" the doctor cursed, massaging his forehead. "Do you have any idea where we're going?"

"But of course." the detective replied, continuing on his way. "Left turn. Right turn." They continued a bit longer until Basil announced. "Here, doctor!"

Finally breaking the surface, Basil raised the grate, making it creak. The trio saw a bunch of empty wine boxes and bottles here and there. Up ahead, they saw a distant light shining from a barrel with a gold R painted on it.

"Ah-ha! Dawson and Ladybug! We found it! Rattigan's secret lair!" He went out quickly and raised the grate for his friends to come out and added: "And it's filthier than I imagined."

Basil closed the grate and cautiously stepped forward with Dawson and Ladybug following behind. They looked around the corner to make sure none of Ratigan's thugs were in sight. But it was strange, the whole place was quiet and empty, except for the light was still shining inside the barrel, which meant someone was there. However, what Basil and Dawson didn't realize was Ladybug knew Ratigan was waiting for them.

"Dawson, Ladybug. The bottle," Basil whispered.

He and the doctor smiled in relief to see Olivia lying there safe and sound. They were going to go for her, but the heroine stopped them.

"Wait a minute, where's Chat Noir?" she asked

"Probably somewhere else where he can't use his power to escape." the detective answered quickly. "Anyway, we have to get Olivia out of there and then we'll go after the young man. Do you think you can contact him?"

"If he's locked up somewhere else, obviously I can't because it would put him in danger. To all this, don't you find it strange there is no one here and Olivia is there, alone? That is too easy and situations like that give a very bad feeling."

"So, what do you suggest we do?" Basil asked, beginning to get angry at the young woman's behavior.

"Dah, check the perimeter. This doesn't seem like something Ratigan..."

"Everything that's happened hasn't been Ratigan style since Papillombre showed up and so have you! Olivia is there, there are no Moors on the coast. This is our chance and I'm not going to waste it!"

"All the more reason we should be more cautious!"

"Why? Do you know something?"

Ladybug did not lack desire to yell 'Yes, it's a trap!' but she couldn't do it. To alter (more than it caused) history, Ratigan would use his power to go back in time and turn the situation to his advantage. The heroine looked down in annoyance and clenched her hands tightly, making her fists tremble. At this point, what could she do?

Basil realized Ladybug was starting to get upset, he could even say she was scared and it was not for less; Even though she and Chat Noir have faced worse than Ratigan (courtesy of Papillombre), that didn't mean she and her friend were just teenagers with a heavy weight on their shoulders.

"Alex, look at me." Basil called her by her real name in a whisper, laying a hand on her cheek, causing their gazes to meet. The young woman's ears stained a slight shade of pink as she felt the detective's hand on her cheek. "If you're scared, like right now, remember Dawson and I are with you." Basil smiled at her, moving his hand from her cheek to her shoulder. Right now, they didn't need to argue with each other, but unify. "You have made it clear to me you have faced great adversity from a very young age and have been able to move forward despite the fear of the moment. But what has really achieved that success is because you have never been alone; You have had the help of invaluable friends. So, show some of that bravery and teamwork, and let's be on our way. Olivia and Chat Noir are waiting for us."

Basil took his hand off Ladybug's shoulder and walked forward with Dawson. The heroine tried to stop them, but it was too late. She put her hands on her head and cursed herself.

«¡Idiota! ¡Pedazo de pen...! ¡Debiste pensar en algo mejor para detenerlos PORQUE OBVIAMENTE DECIRLE LA VERDAD NO ERA UNA OPCIÓN!» (Moron! You piece of ass...! You should have thought of something better to stop them BECAUSE TELLING THE TRUTH WAS OBVIOUSLY NOT AN OPTION!)

It was true in Baker Street she explained about her, Chat Noir and Papillombre, but how to explain she was from the future and she knew this adventure from beginning to end because the truth was he, Ratigan, the others and the case were only a Disney children's movie? Basil barely managed to process the topic of Miraculouses and magic!

Knowing this was not going to end well, she took the opposite path still hidden. Ladybug saw them go towards the bottle... out of nowhere something grabbed her from behind, slashing her mouth and dragging her away.

Basil and Dawson reached the bottle. At first glance, Olivia seemed fine. The detective climbed up to the neck of the bottle and pulled on the cork, but the cork was too tight.

"It's stuck! Ladybug, help me..." He looked up discovering it was just him and Dawson. "Confound it! Where did that woman go?" He grunted and continued to pull the cork.

"Olivia?" the doctor called to the girl, touching the glass of the bottle.

Olivia looked over her shoulder, but it wasn't her! It was Fidget! The bat smirked at the good-natured mouse and blew him a kiss.

"SURPRISE!"

In an instant, the entire chamber lit up. Basil fell off the neck of the bottle in surprise. He and Dawson looked around confused, what the hell was all that?

All of Ratigan's thugs came out of hiding laughing and clapping. Confetti rained from the ceiling, balloons floated into the air, and a red banner with a yellow border was unfurled said it 'Welcome Basil.' Ratigan came out of the barrel, clapping his hands.

"Bravo! Bravo!" Basil and Dawson turned to the barrel and saw it. "A marvelous performance." Ratigan laughed mischievously down the steps of the barrel and approached the detective. The shock on Basil's face disappeared, quickly being replaced by anger. Now what the hell was his nemesis playing at? "Though frankly, I expected you fifteen minutes earlier." the professor said with a smile, pulling out a new gold pocket watch 'checking' the time. "He, he, he. Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy?"

The detective's anger was now replaced by a calm look and he clasped his hands together.

"Ratigan...no one can have a higher opinion of you than I have." Calmness gave way to anger, and he lowered his hands. "And I think you're a slimy, contemptible sewer rat!"

The gasps of the crowd of thugs were not long in coming. Ratigan's face was frozen in a smile. A part of him was trying to fight off the rage was building inside him and luckily for him it was just a tiny spark was instantly squashed like a bug. He closed his gold pocket watch and put it back in his waistcoat pocket, laughing with amusement.

"By the way, Basil, I just love your disguise." Ratigan grabbed one edge of the detective's fake mustache and ripped it off. Basil stifled a groan of pain. The professor continued his mockery by placing one hand on his nemesis's chin so he would look at him and the other removing and 'inspecting' his hat. "Really, one would hardly recognize you." He returned the hat to its place, the laughter of the professor's men serving as background music. He laughed pushing Basil's figure away and continued to taunt him. "The greatest..." He stifled a laugh. "...detective... ...in all mousedom!" He laughed and his goons joined in. He pulled himself together, looked around, said, "Oh, I almost forgot. Wasn't a 'heroic lady' supposed to come with you?

"Do you mean her, Professor?"

Ratigan, Basil and Dawson turned to the source of the voice, the detective's ears suddenly pale as he saw some thugs holding Ladybug. The heroine struggled, but the black bonds were a creation of the professor's power and it was impossible for her to break free.

"Ratigan, let her go now!" Basil demanded.

"Easy, Romeo. Your Juliet will be fine...for now. Where did you find her?"

"She was trying to sneak the other way." one of the thugs replied. "Luckily we caught her before she missed the surprise."

The professor approached the young woman and her thugs, grabbed her chin forcing her to look him in the eye.

"You know? It makes me a little envious, Basil has already seen your face, but I haven't."

"Get your hands off her!"

The villain looked with an arched eyebrow at his nemesis. He had never seen him like this, not even for Relda! That gave him an idea; if what he suspected was true, then he would have a great advantage. Returning his attention to Ladybug, the young woman felt a shiver run down her spine at the sight of the rat's twisted smile. Ratigan released her chin, with a wave of his hand he told his men to release her and they did. The professor snapped his fingers and the girl's ties disappeared, before she processed what he was doing, Ratigan hugged her around the waist.

"I'm impressed how quickly you trusted this pretty lady, Basil. Especially since it still has very hidden secrets."

"Nice try, Ratigan. Ladybug already told me everything."

"Really? Do you know the truth about them...and us?"

Basil smiled at the anger on Ratigan's face. His ace up his sleeve didn't work. The professor was about to say something, but Ladybug squirmed in his arms drawing the professor's attention.

"That was a lot of talk already!" Where are Chat Noir and the Flavershams?" the heroine demanded

Ratigan looked at her with an arched eyebrow, apparently this young lady didn't tell the detective everything.

"Why do you ask that if you already know?"

Basil and Dawson looked at the rat in confusion while Ladybug felt her chest tighten. Oh no. No... anything but that! Ratigan noticed the terror on the girl's face and his evil grin grew larger.

"What the hell are you talking about now, Ratigan?" Basil asked. "It is true Ladybug is a witch, but she is not a seer."

"I didn't say that about it." The professor answered, drawing the young woman closer to him. "But because your girl is not what she claims to be."

"What...?"

"I'm talking about your new Relda coming from the future and she did tell you the truth about us, but she didn't tell you that she's seen it hundreds of times. Boo, boo."

Basil, Dawson and Ladybug were shocked. No, no! This had to be a nightmare! Ratigan finally released Ladybug and she fell to her knees in defeat, that gesture of weakness was enough for Basil. It was true... Ladybug, Alex... did she know everything that would happen from the beginning? She told him there were no secrets between them anymore!

«Apparently there was one more secret.»

Hurt, the detective walked towards the young woman. The professor guessed what would happen, so he would give them 'space.' Ladybug saw Basil approaching, she quickly stood up, she wanted to explain...

PAF!

Gasps filled the place. Dawson couldn't believe his eyes, as could Fidget, the thugs, and even Ratigan.

«Okay, I didn't see this coming. But it turned out to be better than I thought.»

Ladybug looked to her right and a strong pain began to appear on her left cheek. She touched the bruised area and looked incredulously at Basil who was still with his hand up and a clear expression of anger on his face, but his eyes reflected disappointment.

"You told me there were no secrets anymore, you revealed everything to me in Baker Street, and it turns out there wasn't!" He took her arm, holding her tightly. "You knew. You knew from the smallest detail of the case and worst of all, you knew from the beginning where Ratigan was hiding AND YET YOU SAID NOTHING!

"I...I...I thought, just like with magic and Miraculouses, you wouldn't believe me!" Ladybug defended herself. "Not to mention that thanks to the power Ratigan has, he would smell something was wrong and he would go back in time or do something different as he has done so far."

"I don't care about your excuses! All this time we had an advantage to find and defeat him and you were too selfish and reckless...!"

The heroine jerked free of the detective's grasp and took several steps back. This was worse than what happened in the toy store, this couldn't be happening! IT COULDN'T BE REAL!

"You really are worse than Ratigan."

It was done. Those words sank into her soul and she felt as if the Cruciatus Curse had been cast directly into her heart. Ladybug fell to her knees before Basil, she couldn't breathe, the place started to spin. Basil ignored Ladybug and walked towards his nemesis menacingly.

"Ratigan, so help me... I'll see you behind bars yet!"

"You fool!" exclaimed the professor in the face of his rival. "Isn't it clear to you?" he asked, grabbing Basil by the collar of his coat and lifting it up and shaking it in the air. "The superior mind has triumphed!" he announced triumphantly, releasing Basil. "I've won!"

Ratigan laughed followed by his thugs. Basil shuddered furiously at the laughter directed at him, he tried to bear the humiliation, but it was too much, it managed to break him inside. Deflating his ego in a matter of seconds, destroying him from the inside. His body slumped in defeat, choking on laughter. Ladybug wasn't any better; she was still on the ground torn inside, not paying attention to her surroundings. A horrible tightness in her chest prevented her from breathing. Everything went dark and before falling into blackness, she managed to hear Ratigan shout in triumph.

"Oh, I love it! I love it! Oh, I love it, I love it, I love it!"