Real London Caper (221 1/2 B baker Street) (Dis.)

[cd]

Dale sat on the couch, watching Basil rush around. He yawned and blinked- shaking his head to keep himself awake. As interesting as it was (not really) to watch the detective mutter and do stuff with the chemistry set; Dale just wanted to get up and rush out to look for Gadget. He folded his arms and looked at his brother.

"Chipper! We can't just sit around here all day!"

"We're not just sitting around Dale- Basil's trying to find Ratigan." The small rodent punched his fist into his hand, "And wherever Ratigan is!"

"That's where we'll find Gadget!"

[remy]

((OOC= We can...just say Remy helped Dale find Chipper x3))

*Remy watches Basil, seated from the other end of the couch, a paw placed on his chin, moreso out of boredom than anything else. It also felt...really weird sitting in a piece of human-like furniture, scaled down or not. He yawns lightly, and glances at the clock. Was it that late already?! He hoped Linguini would fare okay...as there was probably no chance of him getting back in time. He listened to the chipmunks, an eyebrow raising a little.*

Uh...call me crazy but, how...does mixing a bunch of chemicals help us find this...Ratigan fellow, anyway?

[Basil]

Basil had been ignoring the other rodents- dashing around and putting a bit of this in here and mixing a bit of that in there. He bit his lip as he poured a blue colored chemical into a beaker- watching with avid eyes as the two liquids began to foam up.

He chortled and rushed back to the small tray that had a small bit of dirt in it from the lab.

"Quick simple my dear fellow! If my hunch is correct when I drip this iodine against this dirt- whatever alkaline that is in it will turn bright red- adn depending how much is in. THAT! Is where we will find that fiend Ratigan!"

He carefully began to add the mixture to the tray.

[dawson]

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

I intended to speak with Basil, but I would find myself in another case with the Great Mouse Detective.

[cd]

The chipmunks jumped in surprise at the knock on the door, wincing as something or other exploded on Basil's table. Dale gulped and Chip slipped off the sofa towards the door.

He opened the door, "Yes? Can I help you?" his face took on a surprised look as he recognized the mouse before him. Of course he'd never -met- the famous chronicler of Basil's stories but...well he'd read pretty much all of them.

"Dr. Dawson?!"

Dale turned towards his brother, noticing the slightly chubby mouse at the door, "Dr? Whose that Chip?"

[Basil]

Basil wiped the smoke residue off his face, ears pulled back in agitation. When he heard the name however he brightened up considerably and rushed past the Rescue Rangers (still thinking that Remy was part of them) and clapped Dawson on the shoulder.

"Old Fellow! I was wondering when you'd return! You've come just in the time Dawson- as per usual." He motioned for his dear friend to come in before he closed the door.

"Ratigan's still at it." he added darkly, green eyes narrowing as he watched the contents of the tray.

[dawson]

The doctor was surprised to find himself in front of a chipmunk who was familiar with him. The surprised immediately melded into a flattered chuckled. "Why, yes! Dr. David Q. Dawson!" He stood proudly. "But, is Basil of Baker Street home?"

His question was immediately answered when Basil rushed past the chipmunks and was led inside. "Ratigan?!" he repeated. His brows furrowed with agitation. "My word!" It was then he noticed an actual rat inside the home, and he looked to said rat (Remy). "Basil? Who are..." He shifted his gaze to the chipmunks, in in effort to avoid intentionally offending the thin, blue rat.* "... these gentlemen?"

*After all, Ratigan is a rat, but that can't make all rats bad...

[Basil]

Basil looked over his shoulder at Dawson- whowere...oh yes! "Haha! These, my dear fellow, are some news acquaintances of mine." He took the tray up in his hands hurridly, murmuring to himself as the alkaline began to show up.

"HA!" he exclaimed loudly, rushing to his friend and Boswell, "Do you see that? High alkaline levels in the soil prove that Ratigan is hiding out by the seashore." he returned to the chemistry set- running the sample through a new bit of tests.

[cd]

Chip blinked- how had he figured all that out from a lump of mud? The detective shook his head, eagerly watching the Great Mouse Dectetive begin to work again.

"I'm Dale ^^" he answered Dawson after waiting to see if anyone else would do it, "That's Chip and Remy. Basil's helpin' us find a friend of ours." He still didn't see any point in playing around with weird liquid...

[remy]

*Remy watches as Dawson enters. He was about to say something, when suddenly he sniffs the air, his velveteen ears raising.*

...Flour, baking powder, sugar, yeast, water...touch of Edam...hey, is someone baking Cheese Crumpets? Cause uh...they're *about* to burn. ^^;

[dawson]

Dawson removed his hat and smiled presentably. "How do you do, Dale? Chip? Remy?" He looked to each one of Basil's acquaintances as he said their names. His was about to ask about the chipmunks' missing friend, but Remy's very interesting display intrigued him. "I say, you have an astounding sense of scent!" He recognized the smell of cheese crumpets after that.

[cd]

Dale looked over at Remy with wide eyes, "Hod's ya do that?!" he asked with excitement, looking at Dawson as he spoke before nodding in agreement, "Yeah! What else can you smell?" Maybe he was like a bloodhound!

[Basil]

Basil looked up in surprises, his keen eyes locking onto Remy. He hurried over, "Brilliant deduction." He rubbed his chin before reaching to grab the tray.

The detective held the small dirt sample out to the rat, "Tell me boy- what else can you deduce from the smell of this?" Basil was always one to us anything he could to his advantage- including the talents of othes.