"Good evening, Bugaboo."

Ladybug looked up to find a mouse with gray fur, green eyes, a black mask and long black hair peeking out from the edge of the fence.

"Chat Noir?"

"I told you that saying 'chat' doesn't fit right now, so I thought that for now it would just be Noir. What do you think, Bugaboo?"

"It doesn't seem like a good idea to call me like that either, or to use the 'bug' ending, so now it would only be Lady."

"That is not difficult for me, My Lady." The coccinellid-rodent laughed at that. With the help of her yoyo she climbed the fence. Once up, and seeing Noir, she almost fell and the hero grabbed her wrist in time. "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

The color in Lady's ears faded as she gazed at her friend from head to toe.

«De todos los atuendos que pudo escoger ¿¡tenía que ser el de Severus adulto!? ¡Solo le faltó la capa!» (Of all the outfits he could choose, it had to be the adult Severus!? The only thing missing was the cape!)

"My Lady!"

"Oh, sorry. It's just... I was impressed by your new outfit."

"Thank you, my fair lady. I say the same, although I'm surprised that it's from the classic detective. But... on second thought seeing where we are..." Lady laughed, drawing the boy's attention, at the same time looking confused. "What?"

"Elemental, my dear Noir"

"Lady"

"Sorry. But seriously, what happens is because Papillombre's victim was transformed into Professor Padraic Ratigan, the main villain of the movie The Great Mouse Detective..."

"WHAT!?" Lady stepped away from her partner and saw his ears lost color while Noir had an uncertain expression on his face. "Please tell me this is a bad joke."

"No, it's not"

"HOW THE HELL IS IT PAPILLOMBRE HAD THE THOUGHT OF BRINGING A CHILDREN'S MOVIE TO REALITY!?"

"Could be the akumatized victim was upset because no one liked the movie and sensing his negative emotions, Papillombre took advantage of that. Therefore, we will have to follow the story to be able to defeat him."

«Right now I regret not listening Alex to go see that damn movie. Although who would have imagined something like that could even happen!»

"Please tell me in your time you have seen its, at least for once."

"You're very lucky in that, chaton... I mean Noir. It's one of my favorite Disney movies."

"Really? Thanks! Now let's go find him."

"I don't know if we can find him."

"Why not? You say you know the story then we can go find him at his base or hideout or whatever and defeat him."

"If he brought the film to reality, surely he will want the course of this to be followed." «Además de que se perdería la gracia y diversión de vivir la aventura completa de The Great Mouse Detective»" (In addition to missing the grace and fun of living the full adventure of The Great Mouse Detective)

Noir grunted as he sighed in resignation.

"Okay, where do we start?"

"First, we have to find out if you and I take the place of the main characters."

"Which would be..."

"Dr. David Q. Dawson," he pointed at Noir. And Basil of Baker Street," she pointed to herself.

"In short: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson mouse version. And that Professor Padraic Ratigan is Professor James Moriarty also mouse version."

"Actually, Ratigan is a rat. But yeah, basically."

"Well. So what is the story?"

"The film begins with little Olivia Flaversham celebrating her birthday in the company of her father, Hiram Flaversham , who is a toymaker. After Hiram gave Olivia his gift, a bat, with a broken wing and peg leg, by the name of Fidget , who works for Ratigan, came and kidnapped the toymaker. Finding herself alone, Olivia went looking for Basil from Baker Street, and thanks to her getting lost, because she didn't know where Baker Street was, Dr. Dawson found her and brought her here."

»"So to find out how things are, we will have to..."

Lady broke off when she heard someone knock on the door. The heroes peeked out carefully and, to the astonishment of the coccinellid-rodent, at the entrance of 221½ Baker Street were precisely Olivia Flaversham and Dr. David Q. Dawson?

"Uh, Noir?"

"Tell me, My Lady.

"Apparently we will help the protagonists."

"What?"

"The ones who just arrived are Olivia and Dr. Dawson."

"What!?"

Lady covered his mouth with one hand as she gave him a hushed and hid them both. Olivia and Dawson heard the scream and looked out into the street, but found nothing. Lady released Noir, picked up her yoyo, cautiously approached the edge of the fence, and pointed it toward the dorm door just as Mrs. Judson opened it (her arms were full of books, blankets, pillows, a cup of tea and a medieval mace), so you can see and hear them.

"Good evening, Madam. Is this the residence of Basil of Baker Street?" Dawson asked

"I'm afraid it is. He's not here at the moment, but you're welcome to come in and wait." Mrs. Judson answered, stepping aside to let them pass.

"Oh, I-I don't want to impose. It's just...the girl."

The doctor gestured to his left, but Olivia wasn't there. Dawson and Mrs. Judson looked in. Olivia was sitting by the fireplace examining a magnifying glass with interest.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Judson exclaimed, throwing her burden into Dawson's arms and running to the girl. "You poor dear! You must be chilled to the bone!" She took off Olivia's hat and wrung it out to dry, then she took off the girl's scarf. "Oh, but I know just the thing. Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my fresh cheese crumpets." Mrs. Judson ran into the kitchen and closed the door.

Lady put away her yoyo and that moment the heroes heard footsteps of someone running towards the house. The Miraculous bearers looked and saw a big mouse dressed in Chinese robes and with a revolver in his hand arrive, and without needing the yoyo they heard him:

"Ah-ha! The villain's slipped this time! I shall have him!" The Chinese mouse flung open the door as lightning struck. Taking advantage of the noise, Lady jumped from the fence followed by Noir and they ran to the window. They saw Dawson freeze as the stranger burst in. "Out of my way! Out of my way!" The stranger asked running towards one of the many work tables as he took off his hat and threw it carelessly.

"I say, who...?" Dawson's question was interrupted when the Chinese mouse's hat fell directly on his own head. He took it off and addressed the stranger once more. "Who are you?"

"What?" The Chinese mouse stopped and turned to Dawson. "Oh!" To Noir and Dawson's astonishment and bewilderment, the stranger tugged at the fur on his head, revealing it was actually a mask, and showed a mouse with brown and sand-colored fur on its snout and neck. Brown nose and green eyes, to Lady's surprise since in the film it was never shown until almost the end and for only a few seconds. "Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow." The newcomer introduced himself, smiling at Dawson's confused look.

Basil tugged at a tab on his robe, letting air escape to reveal his slender form, further shocking Dawson and Noir. The feline-rodent looked at her friend, who only shrugged with a smile at her friend's expression. Olivia, on the other hand, was glad to see him; She got up from the couch and walked over anxiously.

"Mr. Basil! I need your help, and I..."

"All in good time."

Basil clearly wasn't listening to her as he reached for his dressing gown was hanging from a dart stuck in the dartboard. He put on his robe and without looking threw the dart over his shoulder, hitting the bench.

"But-but you don't understand. I'm in terrible trouble!"

"If you'll excuse me."

Basil walked past Olivia ignoring her and the poor girl sighed. Noir looked annoyed at the blissful 'mouse detective' for ignoring the little girl while Lady only sighed resignedly, although she was also annoyed to see Basil's indifference towards Olivia.

«Sé que así es el personaje y la escena fue escrita de este modo. Pero de todas formas tengo ganas de golpearlo por maleducado» (I know the way the character is and the scene was written that way. But anyway I want to hit him for being rude.) thought the coccinellid-rodent.

Dawson was annoyed at the detective's attitude and walked towards him.

"Here, now, now. Now see here!" The doctor pointed a finger at Basil, who once again walked past the two without looking at them. Dawson paused momentarily, but soon caught his breath and went over to the detective. "This young lady is in need of assistance. I think you ought..."

"Will you hold this, please, doctor?" Basil interrupted, handing him the revolver.

"Of course." Dawson didn't realize what he received until he saw it inches from his face. Then he held it nervously at outstretched arms until Basil retrieved it. Suddenly he realized what the detective called him. "Ah, wait a moment. How did you know I was a doctor?

"A surgeon, to be exact," Basil clarified, taking a bullet, opening the barrel of the revolver, and inserting the ammunition. "Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan" He blew on the part of the drum where he placed the bullet and closed it. "Am I right?"

"Why...he, he. Oh, yes. Major David Q. Dawson. Huh? But how could you possibly..."

"Quite simple, really." Basil held Dawson's arm to show a seam in his jacket. "You've sewn your torn cuff together with the Lembert stitch, which of course, only a surgeon uses." He hugged Dawson's shoulders and patted his cheek a couple of times. He released him, went to the armchairs and continued talking while gathering three pillows. "And the thread is a unique form of catgut distinguished by its..." he approached Olivia and whispered in her ear "...peculiar pungency..." he moved away from the girl without realizing that he left her disconcerted. "...found only in the Afghan provinces."

One by one, Basil tossed the three pillows at Dawson, who held them against his body, his face mostly covered.

"Amazing!" Dawson said, barely audible through the pillows on his face.

"Actually, it's elementary, my dear Dawson," Basil replied, spinning the barrel of his revolver.

Basil aimed the gun at the pillows. Dawson looked around in terror and tossed the pillows onto a couch. As Basil calmly readjusts his aim, Dawson jumped behind another chair, grabbing Olivia's arm and dragging her after him. The gun fired, feathers flying from the pillows as they cautiously peered out and Basil blew the barrel of the revolver. Mrs. Judson hurried out at the sound of the shot.

Outside the house, Noir looked at Lady with an arched eyebrow, to which the heroine just shrugged.

"How much longer are we going to stay out here? I already understood, they are the protagonists and we will help them, now what?"

"It's not time yet for us to introduce ourselves."

" So when will it be?"

"Just..."

"NOOOOOOOOOO! DRAT!" The Miraculous bearers returned their attention to the house. They saw Basil crestfallen taking something from a microscope and looking at it in defeat. "Another dead end." He tossed the small object (Lady knew it was a bullet) over his shoulder and walked slowly toward the red couch. "He was within my grasp."

The detective dropped into his couch and slowly reached for the violin propped up next to him. As Basil played a sad tune, Dawson waved his hands at Olivia to encourage her to approach the detective and she walked over determined to make him listen now that Basil wasn't busy with his work.

"Now will you please listen to me? My daddy's gone and I'm all alone."

Basil paused for a moment, still feeling depressed.

"Young lady, this is a most inopportune time." He resumed the music, but seeing Olivia's sad face, he decided to reassure her. Surely your mother knows where he is."

"I... I don't have a mother."

Basil misplayed a note causing the violin screech as he sat down abruptly. He looked at the girl without knowing what to say or do. Outside, Lady smacked her forehead with her palm and Noir glared at the detective for his lack of tact.

"Well... um ... well... then perhaps..." Realizing what he was doing, his expression hardened. "See here! I simply have no time for lost fathers." He crossed his arms and looked away.

The feline-rodent moved away from the window with the intention of breaking into the house, but the coccinellid-rodent stopped him by telling him something important was about to happen, and it did. Olivia put her hands on her waist and said indignantly to the adult.

"I didn't lose him. He was taken by a bat."

Basil's eyes widened and he leaned toward Olivia excitedly; clearly, that information was of great importance. Precisely, the one the heroine was referring to.

"Did you say... BAT?"

"Yes"

"Did he have a crippled wing?"

"I don't know. But he had a peg-leg!"

"HA!"

Hearing this, Basil excitedly stood on the arms of the couch, arms outstretched and still holding his violin and bow. Before Noir could even say anything, Lady silenced him with a hush.

"I say, do you know him?" Dawson asked between curious and impressed by the detective's sudden interest in what Olivia said.

"Know him?" Basil sat on top of his couch, pointing his bow at the doctor and the girl. "That bat, one Fidget by name, is in the employ of the fiend who was the very target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment. The nefarious Professor Ratigan!"

Basil aimed his bow in the direction of the fireplace, where a portrait of a well-dressed rat stood in the mantel frame. Flames in the fire erupted and lightning bolts fell startling the heroes.

«Y creía que esto solo era para "hacerla de emoción" con la presentación del villano» (And I thought that this was only to 'make it excited' with the presentation of the villain) the heroine thought before the strange act of the weather.

"Uh... Ratigan?" asked the doctor

"He's a genius, Dawson." Basil appeared from behind his couch, crouched down, and reappeared off to the side. "A genius twisted for evil." Then he moved in front of the couch, a meter away from Dawson and Olivia. "The Napoleon of Crime!"

"As bad as all that, eh?"

"Worse!" Basil appeared behind them, poking his head through a railing. "For years, I've tried to capture him and I've come close" he rose to his feet and raised his fist at the portrait. "...so very close. But each time he's narrowly evaded my grasp! Not a corner of London's safe while Rattigan's at large. There's no evil scheme he wouldn't concoct! No depravity he wouldn't commit. Who knows what dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting even as we speak."

Lady and Noir leaned down and looked at each other, the boy intrigued and the girl serious.

"He really is Moriarty," Noir commented. Inside, Basil was asking Olivia to tell him what had happened without leaving out the smallest detail. "Now what?"

"In this part, the scene changes to Ratigan's lair, showing Hiram building a robot under the watchful eye of the professor. The toymaker tried to reveal himself, but Ratigan told him he sent for Olivia and he 'would spend many a sleepless night if anything unfortunate were to befall her.'

"Would he really be capable of harming a child?"

"What do you think?"

Noir gulped before speaking:

"And what else?"

"After having Hiram subdued again, he went out to find Fidget, handed him a list and the bat went out to fulfill the errand. Meanwhile, Ratigan met with his henchmen and told them about his plan. Then, he started singing about his criminal career and rivalry with Basil..."

"Wait wait wait. Singing?"

"Disney movies have the hallmark, at some moments in the film, all or almost all the characters sing, either out of nowhere or give rise to it."

"The villain singing?" It's a joke, right?

Lady took her yoyo, opened it like a mini computer, found the scene from the song The World's Greatest Criminal Mind and played it:

From the brain that brought you the Big Ben Caper

The head that made headlines in every newspaper

And wondrous things like the Tower Bridge Job

That cunning display that made Londoners sob

Now comes the real tour de force

Tricky and wicked, of course

My earlier crimes were fine for their times

But now that I'm at it again

An even grimmer plot has been simmering

In my great criminal brain

Even meaner? You mean it?

Worse than the widows and orphans you drowned?

You're the best of the worst around

Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan

The rest fall behind

To Ratigan to Ratigan

The world's greatest criminal mind.

His men stepped back revealing Ratigan sitting beside a harp. The lighting turned blue as he played.

"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." He directed his gaze to a small toy mouse dressed in a detective suit pricked with pins. The thugs booed. "For years, that insufferable pipsqueak has interfered with my plans. I haven't had a moment's peace of mind."

"Aww!"

The lighting turned red.

"But, all that's in the past! This time, nothing, not even Basil, can stand in my way! All will bow before me!"

Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan

You're tops and that's that

To Ratigan to Ratigan...

To Ratigan, the world's greatest rat!

Ratigan spat out his champagne in shock. His goons gasped in terror as their leader spun, towering over Bartholomew.

"What was... THAT!?" Innocently, Bartholomew hiccupped because of his drunken state. "What did you call me!?"

"Oh, oh, he didn't mean it, Professor."

"I-it was just a slip of the tongue."

Ratigan ignored that and picked Bartholomew up by his sweater.

"I AM NOT A RAT!"

"'Course you're not. You're a mouse!"

"Yeah, that's right. Right! A mouse."

"Yeah, a big mouse!"

"SILENCE!" Ratigan threw Bartholomew out of the barrel where he and his minions were. Bartholomew rolled over and shook his head as he sat up. Ratigan stood in the doorway and looked 'sadly' at the drunken mouse. "Oh, my dear Bartholomew... I'm afraid that you've gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me..."

Ratigan pulled the bell from his vest pocket, striking terror into his minions. He touched it, and his men gasped in terror as they looked down the alley, where a shadow was approaching. The huge fat cat, Felicia, was approaching the drunken Bartholomew.

Due to his drunkenness, Bartholomew didn't realize the danger he was in and continued singing while Felicia approached him from behind. The cat picked Bartholomew up and brought him close to her open jaws. The thugs closed their eyes as Ratigan himself enjoyed a cigar.

A swallowing noise was heard along with the cat's meow. Two of the thugs took off their hats and the third wiped away a tear. Ratigan cooed at his cat and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh, Felicia, my precious, my baby. Did Daddy's little honey bun enjoy her tasty treat?" Felicia burped in his face. Ratigan looked a little dismayed, but he recovered and strutted over to his terrified men. "I trust there will be no further interruptions." The thugs returned to the barrel. Ratigan cleared his throat and hugged two of his henchmen, holding their cheeks. "And now, as you were singing?"

Singing is clearly the last thing the thugs had in mind as they cower in fear. But when Ratigan took out the bell again, they gasped in terror and resumed their chant.

Even louder!

We'll shout it!

No one can doubt what we know you can do.

You're more evil than even you

Oh, Ratigan Oh, Ratigan

You're one of a kind

To Ratigan to Ratigan

The world's greatest criminal mind!

When the song ended, they offered one last toast breaking their glasses, while Ratigan finished the rest of his champagne and smiled.

The scene ended, Lady closed her yoyo, put it away and looked Noir. The hero was stunned, he always thought Disney movies were childish, cloying and unreal; he never believed they could create a character like that rat, and now he understood why Papillombre had created that akuma.

"By your face, you were one of those who believed everything was rosy at Disney." commented the heroine

"Actually yes," admitted the hero. "What do we do now?"

"You could start by getting out of there and explaining who you are."

Lady and Noir got up in alarm and looked out the window. It was open, and through its Basil of Baker Street looked at them suspiciously. The Miraculous bearers looked each other nervously and then the detective. They didn't expect that.

«Ya nos cayó el chahuistle» (The chahuistle has already fallen on us.) Lady thought worriedly.