Early one morning, We were awakened by a large rapping on our front door. Opening it, we came face to beak with the Head Raven of the Tower of London.
"Basil, The Tower has been raided! Some of the Crown Jewels have been stolen!"
At the Tower, we found a feather. It was red in colour, not a raven's feather. "Dawson, this feather has traces of salt on it. Clearly, this belongs to a pyrot. A pirate parrot."
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"We must meet the Jack Rats. The naval force of Her Majesty. They are employed to fight pyrots"
We arrived at Grenwich and located the sewer. There we met up with Captain Bilgewater, and explained the situation. "I'm afraid most of the Jackrats are away on duty, but there are two men that are available. Marmaduke Poopsqueaker, a Devonshire shipmouse, and a temporary foreign recruit, Fiver Mouser. He's from America, as is quite an able mouse, considering he once had an unfortunite experience at sea."
Marmaduke and Fiver were summoned, and the four of us walked along the dockyard. "We don't have any boats of our own" explained Marmaduke "We stow away on human ships, and if they're not going our way, we commondier a longboat."
I turned to Fiver "Which part of America are you from?"
"Texas, but when I first arrived in the US 12 years ago with my family..well sort of..we lived in New York for a while."
As we turned a corner, we saw the back end of the largest, fattest cat we had ever seen. Even bigger than Felicita, Ratican's cat. It was rummaging around int an overturned bin, helping itself "Keep quiet, maybe he won't hear us!" whispered Basil, as we crept past..except Filly, who to our shock, walked up and knocked on the bin loudly.
"ARE YOU CRAZY, FILLY!!" I hissed.
The cat, a heavily whiskered ginger male, removed itself from the bin and turned it's attention to us.
"Hi Fiv! Nice sailor outfit." he said
"Don't worry, I'll fight the beast, while you escape!" cried Basil, brandishing his cane like a rapier "Run, Filly!"
"Relax, Tiger's with me. I've know him for years, he wouldn't hurt a fly." said Filly
"But he's a..CAT!" I said, nerviously.
"I'm a vegitarian" said Tiger. I wouldn't have known, looking at his bulk. Then again, I'm not exactly in the pead of physical fitness either.
"We'll have to deal with ship's cat's who aren't so friendly" said Filly "So we need Tiger on our team."
After Filly introduced us to Tiger, Basil led the way. "It's nice to meet a cat who won't hurt us" he said before a huge footpaw trampled him.
"Oops...Sorry.." said Tiger.
We decided it was safer to ride on Tiger's back. "We're not going on a long sea voyage, are we?" asked the big softy "Us cats are scared of water! I only came over to keep Fievel company!"
"No, we've going back to Baker St. There are some tests I need to run.
When we arrived at our residence, Mrs Hudson screamed at the sight of Tiger. Even when we re-assured her he was harmless she refused to let him inside. (He was too big to fit through the door anyway.)
"Master Poopsqueaker, would you be so kind as to provide us with a whisker or piece of fur", asked Basil. Marmaduke happly oblidged, and Basil studied both the fur and the pyrot feather in the lab.
