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Character(s): Woody, Basil, and Ratigan
Content: While the cowboy doll was out in and about, he came across Toby owned by the famous mouse detective Basil of Baker Street. But! Game is a foot as Ratigan stalks them.
Setting: Outside along the streets of Paixao.
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: Only the rat that’s gonna be following them

It wasn’t usual for Woody to be walking out and about, but today he decided to make an exception. For one thing, the snow seemed to have cleared up. And not to mention, he wanted to see what was going on around town. He’s heard enough what might be going on with the Organization and learning that everyone else were also having nightmares around here. Woody took a breath as he found himself navigating around the place. Maybe he can see if he can find out more about this place and what else could cause trouble.

Almost tripping over a branch or two in the bushes, Woody hoped on one foot as he tried to keep balance. He grabbed a hold of his cowboy hat. Taking another breath, before his cord got caught on one of the branches. When it let go it made his voice box cry out loud, “REACH FOR THE SKKKKYYYY~”

Woody almost yelped as he quickly hid back into the bushes, hoping no one saw him. Tripping over another branch, the back of vinyl head smacking against another branch. Giving a loud groan to himself in annoyance, “Oh this is just great! Pick the bushes Woody, perfect place the sneak around in,” Woody said smacking his forehead, “Great. Brilliant luck.”

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Ratigan had troubles of his own to deal with. Trapped in a duller-than-dull town and now these troublesome nightmares ruining his sleep? There's only so much a criminal genius can deal with. Naturally the best remedy is stepping out, skulking for any open opportunities that night. Though with these residents it wouldn't appear likely.

But as Ratigan walked out onto the street, his ears detected a voice. Yes, he definitely heard something. From its volume and direction he guessed it came from somewhere by those bushes.

The rat hummed a jaunty tune as he walked by the bushes. Perhaps if he could act as nonchalant as possible, the source of the voice might show itself.

Basil's faithful hound Toby had been let loose to sniff around, and was enjoying his freedom immensely. He'd proven to Basil time and again that he would come when summoned, especially in this strange city, so the detective had no qualms about letting the dog off the leash.

Toby hunkered down, nose to the ground, sniffing here and sniffing there. High, low, above, below, around, in, out, all about. A sudden sound from the bushes made Toby's ears perk up, and he lifted his head to point his muzzle toward its source. He loped over to the bushes, finding a toy doll strung up to a branch. Without any sense of ceremony, he grabbed the doll in his mouth, yanked it down, and proceeded to take it home with him.

...Toby. Of course Basil would bring that mongrel around here. The rat ducks out of the dog's sight. Oho, a doll? What could Basil want with a doll?

...Flaversham, of course. The toymaker must have found himself here as well. He couldn't allow Basil to waltz away with his latest scheme, now could he? As soon as the dog walked out of range, Ratigan followed suit, Felicia in tow.

There was a rustling sound coming near Woody. He gave a small gasp when he heard something coming toward him. His first instinct, play toy! And there the cowboy doll went, flopping over in his blank toy state. Something sniffed over him, Woody glanced up slightly, oh it’s just a dog. Wait-Hold on-Oh shoot it’s grabbing him! Woody gritted his teeth as the dog took hold around his waist. He gave a grunt as the dog trotted off, while as he had no choice but to hang in the canine’s mouth like the rag doll he was.

Woody looked up at the Basset Hound, he gave a half whisper up to the dog, “No! Bad dog, no, put me down! This isn’t-! I’m not your chew toy! Would you put me down?! Hey!” The dog just trotted along ignoring Woody’s protests, not that there’s much you can do once a dog has a good hold on you. His arms and legs flopped around in the dog’s mouth as it proceeded down the streets of Paixao. The cowboy was becoming quickly agitated with his situation. This dog better not think he’s something to be chewed up, or buried in the ground.

Dealing with Buster back home was one thing, he grew up with the puppy, he knew how he trained him. Woody doesn’t know what this dog was planning to do with him. While trying to calculate the possibilities of what to do with the situation, they came to what looked like a small home. Woody lifted his eyebrow when he looked at the door. Where had this dog taken him? Who lived here? Woody held his breath in anticipation, biting his bottom plastic lip of what might happen.

"Toby?! Drop it!" Basil was quick to notice that Toby had brought something home with him, and the last thing he wanted to do was have to explain to Alice just why there was a cowboy doll larger than Bail himself suddenly added to the home's already mildly cluttered decor.

The hound obediently dropped the doll as he was told. Basil sighed and put a hand to his forehead. "How many times to I have to tell you? You do not pick up random toys lying around in the street!"

Toby's eyes, meanwhile, had glazed over. The mouse's expression flattened, staring down his most capable, yet somehow most infuriating hound. "We'll discuss this later. Come Toby, in you go!"

The dog veritably dashed inside, nearly trampling Basil in the process. Instead of merely being squished though, Basil was spun around, leaving him rather dizzy.

Aha, finding that Basil's lair would only be a matter of time. The rat keeps his distance as to not alert any possible authorities (namely that of Basil). After the dog let the doll fall to the ground and race inside with the mouse, Ratigan dared to venture closer.

Yes, yes, the plastic man was a fascinating trinket. But what interested him more was possibly that Mr. Flavisham was being held here. If only he had his loyal bat stooge with him. It made kidnapping so much simpler.

But alas, he was left to his own device yet again. The rat's finger beckoned Felicia to follow as he gazed down at the doll.

"Tsk, tsk," he shook his head, "Mister Flavisham must be getting quite sloppy with his work, wouldn't you say, Felicia?"

The cat nodded her silent agreement.

Woody glanced over, a mouse? No a talking mouse, dressed like a detective no less. Well, not like he hasn’t seen talking animals before, considering this is Paixao. This place is just filled with all types of weird things. It didn’t seem much of a surprise him that the mouse owned the dog either, if a toy could train a dog, so could talking mice he guessed.

As soon as Woody was dropped to the ground, he lay flat, as the dog dashed inside. He groaned, it may have been a short drop. Still it felt dizzy to be dragged around and dropped like that. Then Woody froze the instant he heard another presence come toward him. He looked up and saw a fancy sort of Rat observing him. Woody made a face as he held his head and sat up, “Agggh, Pardon me?” he lifted his eyebrow at the Rat, “But just who are you and who’s Mr. Flavisham?”

Well if his day didn't get any stranger/better. Not often you saw a doll that talked, much less one with an American accent. The rat offered a hand to the doll, a cocky grin plastered on his face. Felicia curls round Ratigan, watching expectantly.

"I assume a toy of this design must be the brainchild of the toymaker Flavisham. How rude of me: Professor Ratigan at your service."

He still had a modicum of class and respectability left.

Woody blinked for a moment then took the Rat’s hand, as helped himself up. Dusting himself off from some of the dirt that was on him as bit his plastic lip. He shook his, “I ain’t made from that guy, ‘fraid I’m made based off an old western show for kids,” pointing his finger up to make a point, “Which is still the best show on earth in case you were wondering.”

As soon as the cowboy was well dusted clean, he adjusted his hat as he addressed the well dressed rat, “Don’t reckon I’ve met you ‘round here though, the name’s Woody,” he held out his hand to shake, “Nice to meet ya, Professor Ratigan.”

Aha, a toy made for entertainment, how interesting. He still doesn't buy that this is in anyway a sentient being. Perhaps a clever ruse or costume? Only experimentation would tell. Ratigan took the doll's hand squeezing oh so tightly.

"An entertainer, I see. And of the best show you say? Business detracts from keeping up, I'm afraid. You know how it goes."

Woody made a face when Ratigan gripped his hand. Yes that kinda hurt, his hand may be made of plastic, but YEESH. Woody gritted his teeth for a brief moment before waving his hand off. “I can see ya gotta good grip too,” Woody said, trying to wag that slight stinging in his hand.

“Ya, ya, well business aside it’s a great show for kids,” the Woody grumbled, feeling a slight twitch from his right eye. He puts his hands back on the side of his belt as he looked back at Ratigan, “Anyway, ya out here goin’ out for a stroll or somethin’?”

Yeah, yeah he was sure. Real fascinating stuff. The rat fiddles with his cape and cravat as he grins abhorrently at the doll.

"Yes, of course. No better use of one's time than soaking in the local color...though..."

His smile grows dangerously wide.

"Some places are more colorful."

All right, Woody did not like that look. It was same look he’s seen before by someone who might be up to something. His brow furrowed, before he looked at Ratigan in question. “Colorful…? What do you mean by that?” Woody asked, almost afraid of what the answer might be.

The rat extends one finger to the doll's arm and brings it dangerously close to the doll's seam line. Oh the delight of cornering a victim, and on Basil's own front step! This was just too delicious.

"You see, my dear marionette, I'm interested in a hue by the name of Basil. We haven't seen much of each other..."

Just so close to that seam he could almost snap it if he did just. One. Delicate. Flick.

"But maybe I could implore you to leave him a message."

Already Woody felt intimidated by the sheer look from this rat. Taking a step back with his plastic cowboy boots, as Ratigan advanced on him. Woody’s eyebrow lifted as he kept his eyes on Ratigan’s movements. Then darted directly to where the rat’s claw was near the red stitched arm, the one that could easy fall off because it already had before Andy stitched it back together. Woody held his breathe, as he made a slight glare, “A message…? What kind of message?”

"Or, Ratigan, you could tell me yourself." Basil almost skidded to a stop as he bolted onto the step, putting himself between Woody and the filthy rat in just the right way as to separate that finger from the stich before Ratigan had a chance to sever it.

"We'll have to get that fixed up for you as soon as we're rid of this ruffian," the mouse said to Woody out of the corner of his mouth. "As for you, Ratigan..."

"TOBY!" he called. "COME!"

The sounds of the hound barreling down the hallway to the entrance were immediately audible.

Confound it Basil, always stepping in the way, meddlesome fool. The rat hands the mouse a morose expression.

"Really Basil, must you expend all this effort for the sake of a toy? I knew you were childish, but this is a whole other circumstance entirely."

Drat that dog. He knew it'd only be a matter of moments before the he'd be chasing off his dear pet.

"Why don't you run off, Felicia? Daddy will be along shortly."

Thankfully the feline complies.

Woody flinched as soon as Ratigan’s paws were separated away from the stitch on his arm. In an instant reflex he clutched the side of his arm to make sure nothing happened and looked back up at the two. He gave a nod to Basil as a way of saying thanks. Woody gave an utmost glare at him, when Ratigan phrased him as merely just a toy. Oh sure, he was a toy, but he already knew that he was so much more than just that. “You wanna run that by me again?” Woody said, now gripping his hands, keeping his temper down might be a bit tricky with this guy.

Basil turned toward the toy. "This slimy sewer rat is hardly the sort you'd want to get yourself involved with, old chap."

The mouse then glared at Ratigan. "I'm hardly as interested in him as I am you." Just then, Toby leaped out the door, only to quickly smell Felicia and go off chasing her with the loudest barking he can possibly muster.

Such a shame, really. That cat wasn't going to escape that dog unless she managed to seek out higher ground.

Ah well, there were other matters to attend. The rat tapped the nose of his rival as he smiled, "Then you wouldn't mind if I simply take this toy of no consequence and be on my merry way~"

Woody glanced from Basil back to Ratigan in the conversation. He gripped his fists as he glared at Ratigan, this cowboy doll isn’t going to take this from a rat. Especially a jerk like this guy, now hunching forward in anger, “Take me?! And just what makes you think I wanna come with ya! You ain’t takin’ me anywhere!”

"You won't be 'taking' him anywhere, Ratigan. What possible use could you have for a cowboy doll anyway?"

The doll, for his own part, was clearly not heeding Basil's warning, which more than anything else made the mouse want to shout in his ear just how obscenely foolish he was in doing so.

These two were simply being silly. Really, what attachment did Basil have to a doll? A doll had absolutely no value compared to that of say, the Queen (didn't stop him from seeking to harm her, though).

"You're lagging Basil. Surely your great detective mind would have concocted a use for 'a cowboy doll' as you call it. I guess I overestimated you."

Really what evil scheme would he have for a doll? What could he possibly do that might in anyway use a doll as a double-agent? Because clearly this thing has no mind of its own, which is why Ratigan is ignoring it at the moment.

“N-No one is gonna use me here thank you!” Woody said, practically steamed. He may be a toy, but he still got a choice here. And his choice is NOT to be used by some ridiculous evil well-dressed rat. Adjusting his hat tighter down, just in case it’ll get flung out of anger, “Just because I’m a toy, doesn’t mean I’m your toy!”

Ratigan's taunting was met with a rather indignant look on Basil's part, which was only made worse by the doll's insistence on being as positively brainless as possible--which was quite a radical feat for an entity that had no true brain matter to speak of.

"Ratigan, why are you here?" It had nothing to do with the doll, unless the slimy rat had let himself fall prey to his own curiosity, which hardly fit the dastard's character. Of course, Basil already knew that the rat had actually followed Toby here, it was written all over both of them. He also knew just what part of town Toby had brought the doll here from, and had noted that this toy's owner was not only absent from the city but had, in fact, been absent from his life in general for quite some time.

Which still left the question of just why Ratigan refused to get to the point.

The doll could be thrown into the fire for all Ratigan care. As soon as he realized the doll had no part with the old mouse inventor or Basil, he really lost interest any further than teasing and taunting.

The rat's hideous teeth extended into a slimy grin.

"I just couldn't arrive to a new city without knowing what our dear Basil was up to, now would I? And from the looks of it, you haven't made good use of your time at all."

He slumped, "You disappoint me. And here I thought you had some grand plan under your sleeves. You disappoint me, Basil of Baker Street."

Woody folded his arms as he looked between the two. Lifting his eyebrow slightly at Ratigan’s ridiculous slimey self. He looked over at Basil when Ratigan addressed him fully. It wasn’t hard to figure out this was Basil’s enemy. Leaning back he continued to observe the two quietly.

"A grand plan for what, exactly?" Basil's lip quivered ever so slightly as he spoke, while he clenched his fists and his shoulders hunched just a bit.

Of course, Basil had already learned most of the useful information there was to be gleaned from the city, at least by one of a mouse's stature, and had been trying to piece together the puzzle--of sorts--for some months now. That, however, was hardly Ratigan's business.

"You've gone and proven my point," Ratigan flicked his tail dismissively. As if he'd do anything to stop him.

"I've looked high and low and I've yet to find a sign of your grand escape, your secret gambit for a magnificent exit. But to each his own. You spend your time just as you like, dear boy."

He snickered profusely.

Woody rolled his eyes at Ratigan as he put his hands against his belt, this rat really was getting on his last nerves, “If ya mean a way outta Paixao, then you and everyone else here,” Although at this point, Woody wouldn’t mind seeing the rat disappear, “No one’s found a way yet.”

"Going after something so obvious, Ratigan? Now you're the one who's disappointing." Basil grinned arrogantly, knowing this would frustrate Ratigan to quite the great degree. Surely the rat wouldn't be so foolish as to get angry enough to attept harm on Basil on the mouse's own doorstep.

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