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THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE 2: A NEW BEGINNING
A "Great Mouse Detective" Fanfiction By The Mouse Avenger
Chapter 2:
The Month Of Change
Part 1
Tuesday, September 22, 1897
The sun was shining brightly in the clear, blue September skies, & Mouse London was alive with activity! On every street, you could see a cavalcade of cars, trucks, & vans parading down the shoulders of the cobblestoned lanes, as pedestrians promenaded down the pavements in different fashions & forms of dress; elegant gowns & fancy suits clashed with T-shirts, jeans, sneakers, & other outfits of a modern persuasion, all in a swirling sea of garments that were splashed in all the colors of the rainbow! Neon signs & electric lights could be found in every mouse building, & there wasn't a single, solitary structure—no, not one place!—that didn't have at least one of the millions of gadgets & gizmos that had been produced in the last month. PA systems & stereos released the resonating strains of jazz, funk, blues, hip-hop, rap, rock-&-roll, techno, New Wave, & other musique nouveau. Restaurants of every variety served a veritable collection of countless confections & culinary delights—some old, some new—while the latest slang terms & expressions peppered rodents' conversations. Male & female fursons of all races, species, ages, nationalities, religions, & types interacted together in perfect peace & harmony, with no bias or bigotry to be found among the pint-sized populace. Rodent men & women no longer remained contained in separate spheres, but worked together inside & outside the home. This was the birth of a new era! This was the dawn of the Neo-Mousetorian Age!
In the West End of Mouse London, inside the place that was known as Cumberwell Market to rodent citizens (& Cumberland Market to hominoid citizens), there was a large mouse marketplace that spread all throughout the square, mysteriously managing to be unseen by any humans who wandered the area. [1] Nicely-dressed rodent denizens in old & new outfits walked through the bazaar, as the sounds of cheering, talking, conversing, laughing, shouting, wailing, singing, & clamoring could be heard from mouse miles around. Lots of rodent kids were running around, chasing each other, playing games, & suchnot, while some of them were being pursued & called out to by their frantic mothers. Other rodent families paraded through the market & the surrounding streets, with the children clutching a favorite toy or two, & some of the mothers holding big, brightly-colored umbrellas in their paws to keep off the sun. Newspaper mouselings in sporty clothing & English caps looked around every which-way, scouting for potential customers, as they hawked copies of the afternoon editions of every gazette to them. Mouse vendors stood at booths, discussing with shoppers, & helping them purchase from a wide variety of items—toys, books, purses & other accessories, clothing, jewelry, food (especially dishes fashioned out of cheese), school supplies, flowers, novelties, & just about anything else you could think of. Smoke & steam emitted from the ovens, kettles, & appliances at the food stands, while other costermongers peddled their culinary wares in wheeled carts.
One of these food vendors was an elderly Scotsmouse, who was of average height & weight for a male mouse for his age. His body was covered in light-brown fur, & thinning light-silver hair (along with a matching moustache & pair of sideburns) adorned his face. A slightly-prominent pink nose was juxtaposed between his hazel eyes, & a big white bucktooth jutted out from his upper lip. A pair of curvy pink ears (both of average size) flanked either side of his head, which sported wide & curvy cheekbones. Pale-green shirt-sleeves covered his upper half, while dark-green trousers adorned his lower half; a medium-sized red bow-tie fastened the wings of his upturned shirt collar, & a chartreuse apron covered much of his clothing. His feet were snugly contained in large black shoes, & a medium-sized pair of round glasses were perched upon his nose. The peddler—who was affectionately referred to by the micefolk as Old Mouse Porter—was trying to keep a rowdy bunch of naughty mouselings away from his produce stand, which was filled with all kinds of delicious fruits & vegetables (all of which had been grown & harvested on Porter's farm on the outskirts of Mouse London).
As he vainly attempted to chase the mouselings off, Old Mouse Porter shouted, "Away! Away, you naughty rascals! Shoo! I mean it, now..." While turning to deal with one of the mischievous youths, Porter got his tail yanked by another mouseling, & he began to give chase after him. "Get back here, you little urchin!" Old Mouse Porter snarled, as he ran after the second mouseling...only to have his efforts to capture him fail. Before he could get ahold of the ill-disciplined imp, the farmer fell into a pool of mud, getting his clothes & glasses filthy. The naughty mouselings laughed at Old Mouse Porter, & ran away from the area, but Porter still wanted to make sure those scalawags got what they deserved. He started chasing after the mouselings again...but with his glasses all muddied up, he couldn't see, & he accidentally crashed right into his produce stand, causing it to fall & break apart—an unfortunate event that always seemed to befall Old Mouse Porter, much to his never-ending dismay. When he realized what he had done, Old Mouse Porter (understandably) became quite upset, & he moaned, "Oh, Great Belin! Not again!"
Soon, Old Mouse Porter was joined by another figure—a Scotsmouse, like himself. Unlike Porter, however, this mouse was extremely tall, & his figure was extremely stout (almost corpulent)—especially in the area of his midsection. His fur was tan, & his face was adorned with blazing red-orange hair, along with a moustache, beard, & sideburns of a matching color (all of which were kept neatly-trimmed & tidy). A pair of long whiskers flanked either side of his slightly-prominent dark-brown nose, &, like Old Mouse Porter, a big white bucktooth protruded from his upper lip. Thick, bushy red-orange eyebrows topped his pair of stern blue eyes, & small pink ears flanked either side of his head, which also sported wide & curvy cheekbones. His limbs were stout, & his paws & feet were of a massive size. He was dressed in a navy-blue bobby's uniform (consisting of a tunic & trousers), along with a matching helmet, white silk gloves, & shiny black shoes; in one paw, he clutched a wooden nightstick (one of the items that he could usually be seen carrying around with him). The rodents of the Mouse London police force considered him to be their finest associate; to family & friends, he was known as Scott, but all law-abiding locals of the London mousetropolis respectfully referred to him as Constable McBrusque.
"Whatever is the matter, Old Mouse Porter?" McBrusque asked sympathetically, taking pity upon the unlucky peddler...who was now stumbling about blindly, & trying to feel his way around, as he fumbled clumsily along the ground.
"My glasses are all muddy, & I have nothing to clean 'em with," Old Mouse Porter replied irritatedly, as he continued to grope & stagger about in his state of sightlessness, brought on by the thick coatings of sludge that caked the lenses of his spectacles. "How can I expect to see well enough to fix my produce stand without them?"
"Allow me," Constable McBrusque said politely, taking the muddy glasses off of Old Mouse Porter's nose. After taking a moment to spit on the lenses, the bobby wiped them down with a few rubs of his tunic sleeve, before returning the bifocals to Porter. When he saw how nice & sparkling clean his spectacles were, the costermonger couldn't help but burst into a wide smile.
"Oh, thank you, Constable McBrusque!" Old Mouse Porter exclaimed gratefully, as he went over to shake the officer's paw. "You've done me a great service!"
"Don't mention it, Porter," Constable McBrusque responded with a genial smile. "After all, that's what neighbors are for."
"Yes, things are certainly much nicer in Mouse London, now that Professor Ratigan & his minions are gone," commented one of the other mouse vendors, who had witnessed the incident with Old Mouse Porter. "Why, they're nicer than they've ever been before!"
"Especially when we've got that new technology & stuff around!" added a young paperboy, who had been wandering through Cumberwell Market, hawking the newspapers he held in his paws. After uttering his recent remark, the newspaper mouse continued on his rounds, making his way out of the market to enter Regents Park (which lay not too far away). Upon arriving at the aforementioned place, the newspaper mouse strolled down the cement walkways, heralding the latest headlines to passersby & park-goers in his Brooklyn accent, in the hopes of receiving their patronage. One mouse couple, seated at a park bench, offered to buy one of the mouse's newspapers; after paying the lad two shillings, they both took a copy of the afternoon edition of "The Illustrated London Mouse". The male mouse of the couple opened the pages of the paper, & took a look at the articles inside, gasping with delight at each thing he read.
(CUE SONG: "This Month Of Change")
At one point, the male mouse turned to face his wife, & showed her one of the pages of their newly-purchased newspaper, which featured part of an article about the latest invention that had been made at the New Technology Factory. Pointing to the lavishly-colored photo of the machine that came with the aforementioned article, the male mouse declared in surprise...
Lookie here!
They've just produced new electronic maps!
But the male mouse's wife couldn't comprehend why her husband was acting so excited about this announcement, for she was certain that this new technology was all merely part of a passing craze—a wave of "stunning industrial developments" intended to incite materialistic greed & consumerism with convoluted contraptions that were sure to go off in the market in a short period of time. Continuing to work on her sewing, the male mouse's wife shook her head dismissively, as she made her cynical reply...
Oh, Henry, dear,
You don't realize we're being played for saps!
Upon hearing this, the male mouse immediately gathered his wife into his arms, gazing deeply into her eyes, as he held her against him. Trying to convince his beloved that her fears were unjustified, the male mouse told his wife with an elated expression on his face...
But, Lulu, love,
Our world is not the way it used to be!
"It's NOT?" the male mouse's wife asked in incredulity. Unable to contain his enthusiasm, her husband happily replied...
No! This month of change
Has changed the very course of history!
The mouse couple, the newspaper boy, & the rest of the rodents in Regents Park quickly launched into a rousing chorus, singing & dancing together in perfect harmony, as they reveled in their heartfelt happiness. All the other inhabitants of Mouse London—the pedestrians, peddlers, preachers, teachers, mousicians, magicians, artists, authors, tinkers, tailors, soldiers, sailors, students, & whatnot—casually carried on about their business, enjoying the blessings & benefits that now graced their daily lives, as they joyfully joined in the merry melody that burst forth from their lips...
This month of change,
It's turned our lives around!
This month of change,
It's turned London upside-down!
This month of change,
It's made all good & proper!
May we live & prosper
On this merry month of change,
This month of change!
In one particular building, a shopkeeper mouse watched his customers checking out the various items he had on display in his music store. Traditional instruments, such as the violin & oboe, could be seen alongside newer instruments like synthesizers, euphoniums, vocoders, electric guitars, digi-drums, & so on—all of which, the customers were eager to purchase. To his perusing patrons, the shopkeeper mouse sang...
This month of change
Has made me well-to-do!
I have new kinds of instruments
To sell to all of you!
One of the customers—a jazz mousician—spotted a saxophone resting on a display stand. He couldn't wait to buy it...but not without trying it out, first! As he took the aforementioned instrument into his paws, the jazz mousician exclaimed...
This saxophone of purest gold
Will make the sweetest sound for me!
The jazz mousician proceeded to play a snazzy tune on the saxophone, before pulling its mouthpiece away from his lips...& smiling in satisfaction. His words, indeed, had rung true! And not only was the jazz mousician pleased with the pleasant sound of the saxophone, but he was now eager to buy the instrument! The jazz mousician went over to the front counter to make his purchase, & after the transaction had been completed, the shopkeeper's latest customer left the music store with his newly-bought saxophone in his paws. As he took the money that had been given to him by his gracious patron, & placed it in his cash register, the shopkeeper sang happily...
And with my customer satisfied,
That means another pound for me!
Meanwhile, in another part of Mouse London, the area of Jollywood Square (known to us humans as Oakley Square) was busy & bustling with activity...mainly at Zenith Movie Studios. On Set B, a big fight scene was being filmed for an upcoming action movie, & the hero was to battle a band of villainous assassins with the use of his bare paws...but the actor portraying the male lead couldn't seem to muster the courage to even put up his dukes! After witnessing the latest of several unsuccessful takes, the director of the movie [2] looked out from behind the viewfinder of his video camera, glaring at his star with an irritated expression, as he shouted...
CUT! This brand-new action movie
Will earn me bucks galore,
But I won't be in the money
If I kick you out that door!
When the director mouse had given him his ultimatum, the actor mouse winced, & for several reasons—at the prospect of earning the wrath of his employer, at the prospect of being fired, at the prospect of not reaping the benefits of being in a box-office hit...& especially at the prospect of being forced to "battle bad guys", when he couldn't even stomach the thought of hurting a fly! Oh, why couldn't I just have offered to play a part in that romance movie? the actor mouse complained mentally, but he did not voice his thoughts aloud. Instead, the timid, timorous thespian continued to sport that oh-too-uneasy look on his face, as he muttered to himself nervously...
This movie's not the kind for me!
I don't like blood & gore!
I'll be screaming like a baby
When I knock him to the floor!
Shutting his eyes tight—& hoping that he would be able to please the director mouse in just one more take—the actor mouse threw a punch at one of the "assassins"...& literally sent him flying off the set! When the actor mouse opened his eyes, & saw what he had done, he felt shocked, then relieved...& only became more so when he watched the director mouse look at him with a pleased smile, as he said in satisfaction, "CUT! Now, THAT'S a show!" The actor mouse began to feel all the earlier anxiety leaving his body, as his soul became filled with feelings of courage & confidence; he was now sure that he could play this role easily!
Meanwhile, on a mouse street in the Whitechapel district of London's East End, a shady-looking mouse in grubby clothing was standing by a crude display of several televisions, which he was hawking out to passersby. Hoping to pique the interest of potential customers, the shady-looking salesmouse called out in a gravelly Cockney accent...
'Ello, chaps, I'm offerin' ya a bargain not ta miss,
A fabulous invention that'll bring yer fam'ly bliss!
It's called a television, & it's 'mazin' as can be!
A talkin' box with movin' pictures! Get one free!
On the other side of town, things were swinging inside one of Mouse London's most-popular teen clubs! The air was filled with the strains of the latest techno music, which was blaring at full volume, so that all the dancers could feel the pulse & throb of the bass-beats, as they moved & grooved together to the energetic dance melodies. A veritable rainbow of bright, colorful lights danced along the walls & ceiling of the dark room, & as the adolescent clubbers let themselves loose on the disco floor with brilliantly-colored tiles, a DJ provided the music with the help of the radio station playing on his stereo system, as he rapped...
Citizens of London, DJ Ronnie's here to say
That this month of change has really made our day!
The radio is treating us to brand-new sound & song,
And pretty soon, the city will be jammin' all night long!
Back in Regents Park, the mouse couple, newspaper boy, & other rodents were still singing...but, now, they had split up into separate groups. Holding each other by the paws, the rodents in each ensemble were merrily dancing around in circles on the park green, as they began to wrap up the number that they had been performing...
This month of change,
It's changed the world forever!
An inventor mouse [3] in the crowd ecstatically exclaimed...
This month of change,
It's made our city better!
An author mouse [4] in the crowd delightedly declared...
This month of change,
It's a blessing to us all!
A preacher mouse [5] in the crowd jubilantly shouted...
May God bless us all
On this merry month of wonder!
Finally, all the park-goers stopped dancing, & came together to sing the last part of their triumphant final chorus, smiling broadly from ear to ear, as their voices rang in harmonic unison...
May we live & prosper
On this merry...month...of...change!
This month of change!
This month of change!
This month of change!
Upon finishing their rousing melody, the rodents at Regents Park soon returned to their earlier business. Unaware to the park-goers, however, a much-different kind of action was taking place in another section of the recreational area...if one could really use the word "action" to describe the activity that was going on there.
To be continued...
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[1] It should be noted that intelligent rodents are, for the most part, fully-aware of the existence of human beings, but human beings are seldom aware of the existence of intelligent rodents. The rodents consider their world to be apart from the human world, &—in a way—it is; humans don't usually notice the intelligent rodents living among them, & the two worlds don't mix often.
[2] The director mouse—Cecil B. DeMont—is a character that we'll meet again in Chapters 7 & 9 of the story.
[3] The inventor mouse—Professor Phineas Doppler—is a character that we'll meet again in Chapters 7 & 9 of the story.
[4] The author mouse—Amergin Burgess—is a character that we'll meet again in Chapters 7 & 9 of the story.
[5] The preacher mouse is a character that we'll meet again in Chapter 8 of the story.
A "Great Mouse Detective" Fanfiction By The Mouse Avenger
Chapter 2:
The Month Of Change
Part 1
Tuesday, September 22, 1897
The sun was shining brightly in the clear, blue September skies, & Mouse London was alive with activity! On every street, you could see a cavalcade of cars, trucks, & vans parading down the shoulders of the cobblestoned lanes, as pedestrians promenaded down the pavements in different fashions & forms of dress; elegant gowns & fancy suits clashed with T-shirts, jeans, sneakers, & other outfits of a modern persuasion, all in a swirling sea of garments that were splashed in all the colors of the rainbow! Neon signs & electric lights could be found in every mouse building, & there wasn't a single, solitary structure—no, not one place!—that didn't have at least one of the millions of gadgets & gizmos that had been produced in the last month. PA systems & stereos released the resonating strains of jazz, funk, blues, hip-hop, rap, rock-&-roll, techno, New Wave, & other musique nouveau. Restaurants of every variety served a veritable collection of countless confections & culinary delights—some old, some new—while the latest slang terms & expressions peppered rodents' conversations. Male & female fursons of all races, species, ages, nationalities, religions, & types interacted together in perfect peace & harmony, with no bias or bigotry to be found among the pint-sized populace. Rodent men & women no longer remained contained in separate spheres, but worked together inside & outside the home. This was the birth of a new era! This was the dawn of the Neo-Mousetorian Age!
In the West End of Mouse London, inside the place that was known as Cumberwell Market to rodent citizens (& Cumberland Market to hominoid citizens), there was a large mouse marketplace that spread all throughout the square, mysteriously managing to be unseen by any humans who wandered the area. [1] Nicely-dressed rodent denizens in old & new outfits walked through the bazaar, as the sounds of cheering, talking, conversing, laughing, shouting, wailing, singing, & clamoring could be heard from mouse miles around. Lots of rodent kids were running around, chasing each other, playing games, & suchnot, while some of them were being pursued & called out to by their frantic mothers. Other rodent families paraded through the market & the surrounding streets, with the children clutching a favorite toy or two, & some of the mothers holding big, brightly-colored umbrellas in their paws to keep off the sun. Newspaper mouselings in sporty clothing & English caps looked around every which-way, scouting for potential customers, as they hawked copies of the afternoon editions of every gazette to them. Mouse vendors stood at booths, discussing with shoppers, & helping them purchase from a wide variety of items—toys, books, purses & other accessories, clothing, jewelry, food (especially dishes fashioned out of cheese), school supplies, flowers, novelties, & just about anything else you could think of. Smoke & steam emitted from the ovens, kettles, & appliances at the food stands, while other costermongers peddled their culinary wares in wheeled carts.
One of these food vendors was an elderly Scotsmouse, who was of average height & weight for a male mouse for his age. His body was covered in light-brown fur, & thinning light-silver hair (along with a matching moustache & pair of sideburns) adorned his face. A slightly-prominent pink nose was juxtaposed between his hazel eyes, & a big white bucktooth jutted out from his upper lip. A pair of curvy pink ears (both of average size) flanked either side of his head, which sported wide & curvy cheekbones. Pale-green shirt-sleeves covered his upper half, while dark-green trousers adorned his lower half; a medium-sized red bow-tie fastened the wings of his upturned shirt collar, & a chartreuse apron covered much of his clothing. His feet were snugly contained in large black shoes, & a medium-sized pair of round glasses were perched upon his nose. The peddler—who was affectionately referred to by the micefolk as Old Mouse Porter—was trying to keep a rowdy bunch of naughty mouselings away from his produce stand, which was filled with all kinds of delicious fruits & vegetables (all of which had been grown & harvested on Porter's farm on the outskirts of Mouse London).
As he vainly attempted to chase the mouselings off, Old Mouse Porter shouted, "Away! Away, you naughty rascals! Shoo! I mean it, now..." While turning to deal with one of the mischievous youths, Porter got his tail yanked by another mouseling, & he began to give chase after him. "Get back here, you little urchin!" Old Mouse Porter snarled, as he ran after the second mouseling...only to have his efforts to capture him fail. Before he could get ahold of the ill-disciplined imp, the farmer fell into a pool of mud, getting his clothes & glasses filthy. The naughty mouselings laughed at Old Mouse Porter, & ran away from the area, but Porter still wanted to make sure those scalawags got what they deserved. He started chasing after the mouselings again...but with his glasses all muddied up, he couldn't see, & he accidentally crashed right into his produce stand, causing it to fall & break apart—an unfortunate event that always seemed to befall Old Mouse Porter, much to his never-ending dismay. When he realized what he had done, Old Mouse Porter (understandably) became quite upset, & he moaned, "Oh, Great Belin! Not again!"
Soon, Old Mouse Porter was joined by another figure—a Scotsmouse, like himself. Unlike Porter, however, this mouse was extremely tall, & his figure was extremely stout (almost corpulent)—especially in the area of his midsection. His fur was tan, & his face was adorned with blazing red-orange hair, along with a moustache, beard, & sideburns of a matching color (all of which were kept neatly-trimmed & tidy). A pair of long whiskers flanked either side of his slightly-prominent dark-brown nose, &, like Old Mouse Porter, a big white bucktooth protruded from his upper lip. Thick, bushy red-orange eyebrows topped his pair of stern blue eyes, & small pink ears flanked either side of his head, which also sported wide & curvy cheekbones. His limbs were stout, & his paws & feet were of a massive size. He was dressed in a navy-blue bobby's uniform (consisting of a tunic & trousers), along with a matching helmet, white silk gloves, & shiny black shoes; in one paw, he clutched a wooden nightstick (one of the items that he could usually be seen carrying around with him). The rodents of the Mouse London police force considered him to be their finest associate; to family & friends, he was known as Scott, but all law-abiding locals of the London mousetropolis respectfully referred to him as Constable McBrusque.
"Whatever is the matter, Old Mouse Porter?" McBrusque asked sympathetically, taking pity upon the unlucky peddler...who was now stumbling about blindly, & trying to feel his way around, as he fumbled clumsily along the ground.
"My glasses are all muddy, & I have nothing to clean 'em with," Old Mouse Porter replied irritatedly, as he continued to grope & stagger about in his state of sightlessness, brought on by the thick coatings of sludge that caked the lenses of his spectacles. "How can I expect to see well enough to fix my produce stand without them?"
"Allow me," Constable McBrusque said politely, taking the muddy glasses off of Old Mouse Porter's nose. After taking a moment to spit on the lenses, the bobby wiped them down with a few rubs of his tunic sleeve, before returning the bifocals to Porter. When he saw how nice & sparkling clean his spectacles were, the costermonger couldn't help but burst into a wide smile.
"Oh, thank you, Constable McBrusque!" Old Mouse Porter exclaimed gratefully, as he went over to shake the officer's paw. "You've done me a great service!"
"Don't mention it, Porter," Constable McBrusque responded with a genial smile. "After all, that's what neighbors are for."
"Yes, things are certainly much nicer in Mouse London, now that Professor Ratigan & his minions are gone," commented one of the other mouse vendors, who had witnessed the incident with Old Mouse Porter. "Why, they're nicer than they've ever been before!"
"Especially when we've got that new technology & stuff around!" added a young paperboy, who had been wandering through Cumberwell Market, hawking the newspapers he held in his paws. After uttering his recent remark, the newspaper mouse continued on his rounds, making his way out of the market to enter Regents Park (which lay not too far away). Upon arriving at the aforementioned place, the newspaper mouse strolled down the cement walkways, heralding the latest headlines to passersby & park-goers in his Brooklyn accent, in the hopes of receiving their patronage. One mouse couple, seated at a park bench, offered to buy one of the mouse's newspapers; after paying the lad two shillings, they both took a copy of the afternoon edition of "The Illustrated London Mouse". The male mouse of the couple opened the pages of the paper, & took a look at the articles inside, gasping with delight at each thing he read.
(CUE SONG: "This Month Of Change")
At one point, the male mouse turned to face his wife, & showed her one of the pages of their newly-purchased newspaper, which featured part of an article about the latest invention that had been made at the New Technology Factory. Pointing to the lavishly-colored photo of the machine that came with the aforementioned article, the male mouse declared in surprise...
Lookie here!
They've just produced new electronic maps!
But the male mouse's wife couldn't comprehend why her husband was acting so excited about this announcement, for she was certain that this new technology was all merely part of a passing craze—a wave of "stunning industrial developments" intended to incite materialistic greed & consumerism with convoluted contraptions that were sure to go off in the market in a short period of time. Continuing to work on her sewing, the male mouse's wife shook her head dismissively, as she made her cynical reply...
Oh, Henry, dear,
You don't realize we're being played for saps!
Upon hearing this, the male mouse immediately gathered his wife into his arms, gazing deeply into her eyes, as he held her against him. Trying to convince his beloved that her fears were unjustified, the male mouse told his wife with an elated expression on his face...
But, Lulu, love,
Our world is not the way it used to be!
"It's NOT?" the male mouse's wife asked in incredulity. Unable to contain his enthusiasm, her husband happily replied...
No! This month of change
Has changed the very course of history!
The mouse couple, the newspaper boy, & the rest of the rodents in Regents Park quickly launched into a rousing chorus, singing & dancing together in perfect harmony, as they reveled in their heartfelt happiness. All the other inhabitants of Mouse London—the pedestrians, peddlers, preachers, teachers, mousicians, magicians, artists, authors, tinkers, tailors, soldiers, sailors, students, & whatnot—casually carried on about their business, enjoying the blessings & benefits that now graced their daily lives, as they joyfully joined in the merry melody that burst forth from their lips...
This month of change,
It's turned our lives around!
This month of change,
It's turned London upside-down!
This month of change,
It's made all good & proper!
May we live & prosper
On this merry month of change,
This month of change!
In one particular building, a shopkeeper mouse watched his customers checking out the various items he had on display in his music store. Traditional instruments, such as the violin & oboe, could be seen alongside newer instruments like synthesizers, euphoniums, vocoders, electric guitars, digi-drums, & so on—all of which, the customers were eager to purchase. To his perusing patrons, the shopkeeper mouse sang...
This month of change
Has made me well-to-do!
I have new kinds of instruments
To sell to all of you!
One of the customers—a jazz mousician—spotted a saxophone resting on a display stand. He couldn't wait to buy it...but not without trying it out, first! As he took the aforementioned instrument into his paws, the jazz mousician exclaimed...
This saxophone of purest gold
Will make the sweetest sound for me!
The jazz mousician proceeded to play a snazzy tune on the saxophone, before pulling its mouthpiece away from his lips...& smiling in satisfaction. His words, indeed, had rung true! And not only was the jazz mousician pleased with the pleasant sound of the saxophone, but he was now eager to buy the instrument! The jazz mousician went over to the front counter to make his purchase, & after the transaction had been completed, the shopkeeper's latest customer left the music store with his newly-bought saxophone in his paws. As he took the money that had been given to him by his gracious patron, & placed it in his cash register, the shopkeeper sang happily...
And with my customer satisfied,
That means another pound for me!
Meanwhile, in another part of Mouse London, the area of Jollywood Square (known to us humans as Oakley Square) was busy & bustling with activity...mainly at Zenith Movie Studios. On Set B, a big fight scene was being filmed for an upcoming action movie, & the hero was to battle a band of villainous assassins with the use of his bare paws...but the actor portraying the male lead couldn't seem to muster the courage to even put up his dukes! After witnessing the latest of several unsuccessful takes, the director of the movie [2] looked out from behind the viewfinder of his video camera, glaring at his star with an irritated expression, as he shouted...
CUT! This brand-new action movie
Will earn me bucks galore,
But I won't be in the money
If I kick you out that door!
When the director mouse had given him his ultimatum, the actor mouse winced, & for several reasons—at the prospect of earning the wrath of his employer, at the prospect of being fired, at the prospect of not reaping the benefits of being in a box-office hit...& especially at the prospect of being forced to "battle bad guys", when he couldn't even stomach the thought of hurting a fly! Oh, why couldn't I just have offered to play a part in that romance movie? the actor mouse complained mentally, but he did not voice his thoughts aloud. Instead, the timid, timorous thespian continued to sport that oh-too-uneasy look on his face, as he muttered to himself nervously...
This movie's not the kind for me!
I don't like blood & gore!
I'll be screaming like a baby
When I knock him to the floor!
Shutting his eyes tight—& hoping that he would be able to please the director mouse in just one more take—the actor mouse threw a punch at one of the "assassins"...& literally sent him flying off the set! When the actor mouse opened his eyes, & saw what he had done, he felt shocked, then relieved...& only became more so when he watched the director mouse look at him with a pleased smile, as he said in satisfaction, "CUT! Now, THAT'S a show!" The actor mouse began to feel all the earlier anxiety leaving his body, as his soul became filled with feelings of courage & confidence; he was now sure that he could play this role easily!
Meanwhile, on a mouse street in the Whitechapel district of London's East End, a shady-looking mouse in grubby clothing was standing by a crude display of several televisions, which he was hawking out to passersby. Hoping to pique the interest of potential customers, the shady-looking salesmouse called out in a gravelly Cockney accent...
'Ello, chaps, I'm offerin' ya a bargain not ta miss,
A fabulous invention that'll bring yer fam'ly bliss!
It's called a television, & it's 'mazin' as can be!
A talkin' box with movin' pictures! Get one free!
On the other side of town, things were swinging inside one of Mouse London's most-popular teen clubs! The air was filled with the strains of the latest techno music, which was blaring at full volume, so that all the dancers could feel the pulse & throb of the bass-beats, as they moved & grooved together to the energetic dance melodies. A veritable rainbow of bright, colorful lights danced along the walls & ceiling of the dark room, & as the adolescent clubbers let themselves loose on the disco floor with brilliantly-colored tiles, a DJ provided the music with the help of the radio station playing on his stereo system, as he rapped...
Citizens of London, DJ Ronnie's here to say
That this month of change has really made our day!
The radio is treating us to brand-new sound & song,
And pretty soon, the city will be jammin' all night long!
Back in Regents Park, the mouse couple, newspaper boy, & other rodents were still singing...but, now, they had split up into separate groups. Holding each other by the paws, the rodents in each ensemble were merrily dancing around in circles on the park green, as they began to wrap up the number that they had been performing...
This month of change,
It's changed the world forever!
An inventor mouse [3] in the crowd ecstatically exclaimed...
This month of change,
It's made our city better!
An author mouse [4] in the crowd delightedly declared...
This month of change,
It's a blessing to us all!
A preacher mouse [5] in the crowd jubilantly shouted...
May God bless us all
On this merry month of wonder!
Finally, all the park-goers stopped dancing, & came together to sing the last part of their triumphant final chorus, smiling broadly from ear to ear, as their voices rang in harmonic unison...
May we live & prosper
On this merry...month...of...change!
This month of change!
This month of change!
This month of change!
Upon finishing their rousing melody, the rodents at Regents Park soon returned to their earlier business. Unaware to the park-goers, however, a much-different kind of action was taking place in another section of the recreational area...if one could really use the word "action" to describe the activity that was going on there.
To be continued...
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[1] It should be noted that intelligent rodents are, for the most part, fully-aware of the existence of human beings, but human beings are seldom aware of the existence of intelligent rodents. The rodents consider their world to be apart from the human world, &—in a way—it is; humans don't usually notice the intelligent rodents living among them, & the two worlds don't mix often.
[2] The director mouse—Cecil B. DeMont—is a character that we'll meet again in Chapters 7 & 9 of the story.
[3] The inventor mouse—Professor Phineas Doppler—is a character that we'll meet again in Chapters 7 & 9 of the story.
[4] The author mouse—Amergin Burgess—is a character that we'll meet again in Chapters 7 & 9 of the story.
[5] The preacher mouse is a character that we'll meet again in Chapter 8 of the story.
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AUTHOR’S NOTES: Ladies & gentlemice...what you are looking at is the (hopefully) final edition of my unofficial “Great Mouse Detective” sequel “A New Beginning”, which, as of 2011, is slowly (but surely!) reaching completion after over 8 years of extensive revising & editing. I want to thank everyone who has read & reviewed this story (with the exception of a few flamers) for their praise, their constructive criticism, & their words of encouragement & support (if not love) for “A New Beginning”, which otherwise wouldn’t have become what it is today. Kudos to all of you!
Now, keep in mind that you are reading the fanfiction version of “A New Beginning”. Yes, my friends, there is another version of the sequel—that which I intend to sell to Disney. (You didn’t think I was gonna give up, did you?) I regret to inform the fans of this story that some changes were made to “A New Beginning” in the “Disney draft”, & one in particular is that there’s no Month Of Change or new technology (&, subsequently, no Anya). Admittedly, it was hard for me to make that decision, but, hopefully, it might “up the ante” & increase my chances of getting “A New Beginning” made by the Walt Disney Company when I (hopefully) join their studios, & pitch the idea to them. But even so, I’d greatly appreciate it if you wished me luck on my potential mission, or at least commended me for pursuing this visionary idea which I so desperately yearn to make a paint-&-ink reality one day. That’s all an aspiring animator can do.
As it stands, though, when you leave a review on “A New Beginning”, try to remember that you’re leaving feedback on a fanfiction that’s more of a springboard for my cinematic idea, rather than the idea itself. (wink) Nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy the (fanfiction version of the) story, & as long as you do not flame or leave nasty comments, you can otherwise review it however you wish, be it through simple comments, constructive criticism, words of absolute adoration, gushing praise, or whatever floats your proverbial boat. And I also hope, if only for the sake of the fanfiction, that after you’re done reading, you might become a fan of “A New Beginning”, & even add this to your list of favorite “Great Mouse Detective” fan-stories (literally &/or figuratively). This is not necessarily a requirement of all my readers, but it would be nice.
And, now, for a (not-so-brief) copyright & disclaimer...
All “Great Mouse Detective” characters, elements, & properties © Disney. And although I’m hoping that the following characters might also become property of Disney one day (hint-hint), they are currently © The Mouse Avenger (that’s me):
Madame Elizabella Ratburn
Pias Nestor
Flip Le Bouffon
Anya DeWalters
Old Mouse Porter
Constable Scott McBrusque (who is slightly modeled after Chief McBrusque from the third “American Tail” movie)
Miriam Richards
“Jaywalk” James Clarke
Olga Mousekewitz
Sergei Alexei Andrei Korsmakoff, alias Agent 001
Eunice Karlin
Shellington Batly
Mouses Fiennes
Miss Leesha, Mr. Gordon, & their four mouselings (Doug, Fran, Russell, & Wendy)
Grandma Kayley & Grandpa Malcolm Flaversham
Cousin Timmy Flaversham
Mother Mary Caulfield
P.R. Altoid
Josie & Jenny Richardson
All the members of the Merchiorre family
Amergin Burgess
Nate Gregson
Professor Phineas Doppler
Professor Carl Gibson
Bessie Colemouse
Cecelia & Martino Green
Chutzpah The Squirrel
Coucou Cacheau
Monsieur Victor Claudius
Sophocles Braveheart
Evian Anderson
Takumi Mitsubishi
Cecil B. DeMont
Madame Angelina Flaherty
Captain Amelia Gripling
Sergeant Howard Bloomsbury
General Cato Woodsey
Lieutenant John Ranier
George & Chester Cheeseman
“Slick” Willie Ford
Jellybean Jameson
Larry Grossmouse
Victoria Holmesington
Melissa Mousechester
Henry & Blanca Mousini
Baby Fuschia Holmesington
The following characters are based on minor or bit characters who appear in the original GMD, & thus technically belong to Disney, but I claim ownership to the names & personalities I created for them:
Jemediah Fieldson (the old mouse with the broken leg who tells Ratigan off during the Diamond Jubilee scene) Walker DeBeaumont (one of Ratigan’s thugs who appear during the “World’s Greatest Criminal Mind” song-scene—he’s the one standing closest to Ratigan’s right when the thugs sing “You mean it?”) “Snotty” Sam Fitzgerald (one of Ratigan’s thugs who appear during the “World’s Greatest Criminal Mind” song-scene—he’s the one standing farthest from Ratigan’s right when the thugs sing “You mean it?”) Bill The Lizard, Red Robertson, & Ernest “Snakes” Henshaw (the three thugs who are often seen hanging out together) “Gunsmoke” Gary Mousedale (one of Ratigan’s thugs who appear during the “World’s Greatest Criminal Mind” song-scene—he’s the one standing on Ratigan’s right, between Walker & Snotty Sam, when the thugs sing “You mean it?”; he also appears in the part where the thugs are seen cheering after Ratigan ends the song’s opening monologue, & whenever the thugs are shown reacting to Ratigan’s ‘sob story’) Terry & Thomas Farrell (two of Ratigan’s thugs who appear during the “World’s Greatest Criminal Mind” song-scene—they appear with Bill in his first shot, while Ratigan starts talking to the thugs about his plan [Terry’s the muscular mouse whacking a club in his paw, & Thomas is the stout mouse holding a beer mug]) “Peewee” Pete Colemouse (one of Ratigan’s thugs who appear in the scene where the bad guys are all laughing at Basil—he’s the shrimpy thug in blue, seen standing next to Red & Bill, after we cut away from Fidget) “Manchester” Maurice Favell (doesn’t appear in the movie, but does appear in the GMD storybook in place of his brother Bartholomew) “Old Blind Joe” McDowell (one of Ratigan’s thugs who is seen on Felicia’s back in the scene where Ratigan reveals his plan—he’s the thug sitting up front, with the eye patch) Cathy Sheridan (the poker-playing lady who blows smoke in Dr. Dawson’s face at the Rat Trap) Mrs. Deborah Wellington & her son Joey (two of the mice in the crowd of Jubilee attendees at Buckingham Palace—they’re the mother mouse in blue & the little boy with the beanie on his head, respectively) Sophie Winterley (one of the mice in the crowd of Jubilee attendees at Buckingham Palace—she’s the plump, blonde-haired mouse in blue with the purple umbrella) Ben Flaherty (one of the mice in the crowd of Jubilee attendees at Buckingham Palace—he’s the red-haired mouseling in the mustard-colored jacket, seen in the first shot of Jemediah Fieldson) Evelyn Rosedale (the barmaid at the Rat Trap) Auburn Patterson (the bartender of the Rat Trap) Don The Pianist (one of the members of the Rat Trap Band) Arnie The Drummer (same as above) Morey The Trumpet-Player (same as above) Tom The Trombonist (same as above) Jerry The Guitar Player (same as above) Jiggy The Juggling Octopus (one of the entertainers at the Rat Trap) Rosie The Ribbiter (the fat frog with the bowler & cane who serves as one of the Rat Trap entertainers—&, yes, before anyone asks, I changed the character’s gender) Ned The Newt (the skinny little fellow at the Rat Trap who’s seen riding on the unicycle [& struggling to carry Rosie at the same time!])Please be sure to ask for my permission before using the characters listed above, & if you do so, I will be more than happy to let you use them in your stories &/or roleplayings.
And, now, ladies & gentlemice, without further ado, I present to you...the final (fanfiction) version of “The Great Mouse Detective 2: A New Beginning”! Happy reading!
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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13
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