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Basil made his way through the dank, dripping tunnels beneath New York City, in search of his old friend. Remembering his trip down the sewer some four years prior, he was sure to enter the manhole at a point after the part with the deep chasm and that lizard-like carnivorous creature which certainly still needed to be identified by science. He couldn't be sure if a police officer was following him, but, it was a chance he had to take.

Basil remembered well the underground caves leading to the Mott Street Maulers hideout, even the graffiti on the walls reading "No Dogs Allowed". Not certain who would be around, he kept close to the wall, and peered around the corner. To his surprise, the hideout seemed empty. Where were they? Was this a trap?

No…it wasn't empty. Basil could hear the sound of a raspy voice, humming a song. And then his eyes detected movement.

"Heh heh, no way I'm leaving empty winged," same the voice of Fidget, who was busy filling a bag with coins, near where Warren usually sat in front of a mirror. The coins had been arranged in piles by Warren earlier, and Fidget was taking them one by one.

Basil quietly slinked into the hideout, staying low. He quietly walked along the wall before finding a small opening, which appeared to lead through a small tunnel to behind the mirror. He crawled through.

"Teach them to take advantage of me," Fidget said to himself with satisfaction, "From here on in, I'm my own bat!"

Fidget glanced at himself in the mirror and smiled, admiring his reflection, until noticing the silhouette of Basil himself, standing there with his arms crossed. Fidget screamed and fell backwards, dropping his bag as Basil shoved the glass in the mirror down.

"Well, if it isn't my most putrid peg-legged friend," said Basil, "Doing a bit of spring cleaning, are we?"

"Woah, hey, Basil! Err uhh…how'd you ever get out of prison? I mean uh…well it's nice you got out! See I was just uhh.."

"Where are Warren and his cats?" Basil demanded.

"Oh them? Uh, well they're not here as far as I can tell…hey you and I can be friends now you know, I'm not working for Quinn no more, or any of the cats. They left me to be scalped by Indians. I only got out because of that Miss Kitty Mouse. I think she likes me. But uh, yeah, I escaped, came here, saw that no one was around, and uh…here we are."

"Is that so?" Basil asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a new bat from now on," Fidget said, "No more crime."

"Just stealing from other criminals then," Basil said, eyeing the coin bag.

"Ah, um, I mean that's different, see being a lackey I always thought I should be paid, and they never paid me so I'm taking what's rightfully mine!"

"Very well then," said Basil, "It's about time you stopped hanging around the wrong crowds. I'll have my eye on you if you return to London though."

"I'm definitely going legit this time, I swear," Fidget said, picking up the coins, "But anyway, if you're here for your friend, he's in the other room with the bird cages."

"Is he now?"

Fidget nodded, "Best go save him. He's probably starving, heh heh. I mean uh, I was about to save him myself…after I was done here."

"Sure you were. I'll go rescue him. I'll leave you be for now, Fidget, though I have serious doubts about your reform."

"Well, see you then," Fidget said, picking up more of the coins.

Basil, deciding Fidget didn't pose a threat, continued on, climbing down to the floor. He remained close to the walls and floor as he walked toward the room with the bird cages, where he remembered being imprisoned with Nellie before. There, he saw Dawson at the far corner of the room, sulking in a bird cage. Basil carefully walked up to the cage, and Dawson turned, seeing him.

"Basil!" he exclaimed.

Basil hushed him.

"Nobody's here Basil," said Dawson, "They all left to fight Cat R. Waul's gang."

"Really?"

Dawson nodded, "You came at the perfect time."

"Well, I can't be entirely sure I wasn't followed here," said Basil quietly, "I encountered that dastardly bat though, in the other room."

"Fidget is here?" Dawson asked, "I overheard that he'd been left behind with the underground natives."

"So it's true they betrayed him?" Basil pondered, "Quinn really was doing his best to emulate Ratigan, down to mistreating his allies. But fortunately, this rescue will be a little easier than I'd expected."

"What's happened since I was captured?" Dawson asked.

"Well, Reed Daley joined our cause," Basil began as he fiddled with the lock, taking out a small piece of wire he'd managed to conceal in his coat, "He's been our double-agent. I'd been staying with him for some time until he found out that Quinn was going to target Ms. Mausheimer and we had to rescue her, and I was reunited with Nellie there. We were about to join Tanya Mousekewitz until Quinn ambushed us with the police and had me arrested. But, well, oddly enough he set me free later. It appears that Quinn's mother has come forward, and convinced him to release me."

"I saw her when she first arrived," said Dawson, "It was one of the young ladies from that bar in London by the pier."

"I figured you would recall her," Basil said with a small grin, remembering the time Dawson was drugged and went on stage to dance with her.

"Well yes, she's not the forgettable type," Dawson said with a blush of embarrassment, "At any rate I wonder if the lad is turning over a new leaf."

"Maybe, I can't say," said Basil, turning the wire inside the lock, "Hmm, no no that won't do at all, let me bend the wire this way…"

"If we're at all lucky the two cat gangs will slaughter each other," Dawson said with some bitterness, "There's no one to root for in that fight."

There was a click, and the lock opened.

"Aha. I daresay I'd have made a spectacular thief if I didn't have morals," Basil said, opening the door.

As Dawson climbed out, they could hear distant footsteps splashing through shallow water in the tunnels.

"Quick Dawson, hide!" Basil said, pulling him down to the ground behind the cage.

The footsteps belonged to a small creature by Basil's estimation, perhaps mice. Could they be police? There didn't sound to be that many of them though. Basil kept a close eye at the sewer tunnel. Soon enough he saw two figures enter the area where the cages were kept.

"Dawson must be imprisoned here," came the voice of Nellie Brie, who was followed by Chief Wulisso, "This is where they kept Basil, Fievel and I the last time."

Basil grinned, as did Dawson.

"Well, it appears as though I wouldn't have had to wait long to be rescued either way," said Dawson, coming out of hiding to approach them, followed by Basil.

Nellie's head turned, shocked to see both Dawson and Basil.

"Basil? How…how did you get out of jail?!"

"Quinn released me," Basil answered.

Nellie ran into Basil's arms, and they embraced tightly. She looked to Dawson.

"Are you alright Dawson?"

"Well, I suppose this was one way to start my diet," he replied, "I'm quite alright, all things considered, in spite of not eating for days."

"Is Hakan with you?" Wulisso asked.

"Regrettably, no," Basil replied, "Quinn mentioned 'legal loopholes' or somesuch… but I can't say if he really meant to release him as well. I'm not even entirely sure he released me without some ulterior motive. Speaking of which…we need to be careful now that we're all together."

Nellie gave a smile, "So, Catherine did it. She changed Quinn's mind."

"Catherine? Oh, you mean Quinn's newfound mother?"

"Tanya was the one who first met her. She was with us before we lost track of her," said Nellie, "She was nowhere to be found after the Lenape evacuated."

"Ah, where are Tanya and the children?" Basil asked.

"On the train back to Green River I suspect," said Nellie, "Or they should be."

"Pity for Tanya, but least they're safe," said Basil, "Let's get out of here before one of those cats return."

"We'll be better off going back the way Wulisso and I came," said Nellie.

"Very well. I trust you know the sewers better than I do by now," said Basil.

Dawson sighed, "I can't wait to get back to London, really. I'll have a nice plate of fish and chips when I get back."

"You'll have earned it dear friend," said Basil.

The four of them made their way down the sewer, lit only by storm drain grates from above.

"I don't believe we've been introduced," said Dawson to Chief Wulisso as they walked.

"I am Chief of the Lenape tribe," he answered, "I have known your friend Basil for some time."

"Longer than I have apparently."

They made it a short distance before Basil stopped them.

"What is it?" Nellie asked.

Basil hushed her, and listened, his ears attuned to above the storm grate.

"We need to run," said Basil, "They've followed us."

"What?" Nellie asked, before he took her hand and ran back in the other direction. Dawson and Wulisso followed.

A team of police mice hopped down the sewer.

"Did Quinn send them after us?" Dawson asked as they ran.

"Perhaps, or perhaps they came of their own volition." said Basil as they splashed through the puddles.

They ran through the narrow tunnels, past a disgusting group of cockroaches. Basil and the others had to jump over them or slide around them. They could only hop that perhaps the bugs would slow the police down, who were making gains quickly.

"Stop right there! Freeze!" came the voice of Officer Bellingham.

"Let's get to that chasm ahead!" said Nellie.

The four of them ran to the edge of the chasm. Knowing that there was no moss this time to swing on, they'd have to jump or die. The creature below surfaced, licking its teeth.

"Feeling athletic today, dear Dawson?" Basil asked.

Dawson panted, "I…don't know if I'll make it across this thing…"

"Get a running start," said Wulisso, "Your momentum will carry you across."

Dawson nodded, "Let's do it then."

Basil nodded, and moved back, getting a running start and leaping from the edge, making it to the other side with a roll. Nellie was next, managing to land at the other edge. Wulisso looked to Dawson as the sounds of footsteps got closer.

"Very well then," said Dawson, remembering back to his military training, which he had to undergo even just to be a doctor in the royal army. Harkening back to his younger days, he got himself a head start. Wulisso ran alongside him in order to make sure he could do it, and they both leapt. Wulisson easily made the jump, but Dawson landed on the other side with only half his body, and began sliding downward.

""I've got you, Dawson!" said Basil.

Basil and Nellie quickly grabbed his hands before he could fall, and pulled him upwards, just as the police made it to the other end of the chasm.

"Freeze!" Bellingham commanded.

"Basil was pardoned," Nellie shot back, "Leave him alone!"

"We want the Indian!" Bellingham said.

"Fancy a good jump then?" Basil said, still panting, "He's done nothing wrong."

"He is wanted in connection with the death of Chief McBrusque. It was his bomb that killed the Chief."

"It was not my intention for that bomb to cause anyone harm." said Chief Wulisso.

"It doesn't matter what your intention was, your people aim to take over this city from below and you will be flooded out."

"We have already left. There will be nothing to flood out."

Bellingham glared, "Alright, let's get across this chasm!"

It was then that, with a quick flutter of wings, Fidget's peg connected with the back of Bellingham's head. Before the other officers even knew what had happened, Bellingham stumbled, waving his arms to keep balance, before finally falling forward, into the chasm, screaming as he fell.

Basil and Nellie hurried to the edge, to see the corrupt officer plummet into the mouth of the lizard-like creature. The creature shut its jaws with a sickening crunch.

"Oops, heh heh." Fidget chuckled, as he flew upward, to the storm drain grate above, "Last favor, detective! Just so you know I'm good now."

Basil could have thought of better ways to demonstrate the bat would no longer lead a life of crime than by murdering someone, but he had to take advantage of the moment. He and Nellie got to their feet, and the four of them ran down the tunnel, as the helpless police mice stared down in shock, and then tried their best to shoot upward at Fidget, who was already long gone.