"Stay, Toby. Stay," Basil instructed from the bottom of the pier.

He walked up to the entrance of the bar in a sailor disguise.

"Basil?" Dawson called from behind a wooden post.

"Come, come, Dawson," Basil replied.

"I feel utterly ridiculous," Dawson complained then came out in a pirate disguise, desperately trying to tuck in his shirt.

"Don't be absurd. You look perfect," Basil said.

"Perfect? Perfectly foolish," Dawson scowled.

Basil almost walked in until he remembered they were missing someone.

"Jamie, where are you?" he asked.

"I'm here," she answered.

She walked out in a beautiful blue sailor dress. She hugged herself nervously as Basil couldn't help but smile.

"I'm not used to these dresses," she confessed.

"Well, I think you look lovely, my dear," Basil replied.

Jamie smiled as she responded, "Thank you."

"Now, do you mind?" he asked as he was about to put his arm around her.

"Not at all," she answered, putting hers around his waist.

They went inside to see ruffians drinking, playing poker, or watching an octopus juggle.

"Dawson. Jamie. Stay close and do as I do," Basil whispered while smoking a cigarette.

They obeyed until Dawson was knocked into a saloon girl.

"Oh, I do beg your pardon, madam. Quite unintentional, I assure you--" he tried to apologize until she blew a puff of smoke in his face.

He started coughing as she and the other ruffians were laughing at him.

"How impertinent!" Dawson retorted angrily.

"Remember, Dawson, we're low-life
ruffians," Basil reminded.

"Well, I was, until that..." Dawson said.

"Shh-shh," Basil shushed and they all sat down.

The octopus ended his act and the only applause he got was from Dawson. Everyone else booed him.

"Get off, you eight-legged bum!" one said and they threw fruit and knives at him.

"What's your pleasure, mates?" the waitress asked.

"I'll have a dry sherry...with perhaps a twist of--" Dawson answered until  Jamie covered his mouth.

"Three pints for me and my shipmates. Oh, by the way, we just got into port. We're looking for an old friend of mine. Maybe you know him. Goes by the name...of Ratigan!" Basil explained in a rough, sailor accent.

Everyone gasped and looked at our table. Clearly, they knew something.

"I...never heard of him," the waitress lied.

She walked away as two mice who owned the place started talking near the detectives.

"What do you mean Miss Kitty can not perform?" the first one asked.

"She is ill and we don't have another singer," the second answered.

Basil then thought of another idea.

"Jamie, volunteer to sing," Basil whispered.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked.

"You won't be caught. It is unlikely for a detective to do such a thing," Basil explained.

Jamie thought about it and it was genius. No one would suspect her to be under cover.

"Alright, but I want something in return," she decided.

"I assure you I will pay it in full," Basil promised.

She got up and walked to the owner's table.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. I understand you need a singer," she said.

"Can you sing?" the first asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"You're perfect. Get her in Miss Kitty's outfit," the second replied to one of the waitresses.

She took Jamie backstage and she  put on a blue saloon dress, a long indigo skirt, and a maroon shawl. She waited as a lizard on a unicycle with a frog on his shoulders performed. They were done in five seconds. She sat on a bench behind the curtain and breathed deeply. Then slow music played, the curtain opened, and she sang.

🎵Dearest friends, Dear gentlemen
Listen to my song
Life down here's been hard for you
Life has made you strong
Let me lift the mood
With my attitude🎵

The tempo picked up and she stood up, strutting across the stage.

🎵Hey, fellas the time is right
Get ready tonight's the night
Boys, what you're hoping for will come true
Let me be good to you🎵

She pointed at Basil, who was smiling until she pointed to the waitress talking to the bartender. He nodded as he kept his eye on them.

🎵You tough guys
You're feelin' all alone
You rough guys
The best o' you sailors and bums
All are my chums
So dream on and drink your beer
Get cozy, your baby's here
You won't be misunderstood
Let me be good to you🎵

Then she went behind the curtain, she took off the shawl and put on the long black gloves. When the curtain opened again, she took off the skirt to show her saloon dress and two other female mice in pink outfits joined her.

🎵Hey, fellas I'll take off all my blues
Hey, fellas
There's nothing I won't do
Just for you🎵

During the music interlude, Jamie danced with the other mice. Also, the waitress gave Basil and Dawson their drinks.

"There you are, boys. It's on the house," she said with a smirk.

"I say, how very generous," Dawson responded.

"Dawson," Basil checked the drink then replied, "These drinks have been--"

But Dawson had already finished his beer.

"--drugged!" Basil finished, panicked.

"Has a rather nice bite to it," Dawson said, fully drunk then shouted, "Jolly good, ladies! Jolly good!"

"Dawson, get a hold of yourself," Basil ordered, trying to restrain him.

"Ohh! Bravo! Bravo!" Dawson continued to cheer.

That's when Basil heard and saw Fidget walk in. He listened to Jamie until he got his peg leg stuck in a hole.

🎵So dream on and drink your beer
Get cozy, your baby's here
Hey boys, I'm talking to you🎵

"If it isn't our peg-legged friend. Dawson, what luck!" Basil exclaimed.

But then he noticed his drunk friend was gone.

"Dawson?" he called until he looked on stage.

Dawson was dancing with Jamie and the other mice!

"Dawson!" Basil shouted in shock.

But he let Jamie know to just go with it, which she did.

🎵Your baby's gonna come through
Let me be good
To you🎵

The pink-dressed mice each kissed Dawson's cheek and he fell on the piano, breaking it.

"Yeah!" Jamie said then ran backstage and got back in her sailor disguise.

She got out as a bar fight was starting, but she found Basil as he lightly smacked Dawson to snap him out of his drunken state.

"Dawson? Dawson!" he replied.

Dawson finally came to, seeing the bar fight unfold.

"What? What? What in heaven's name is going on?" he asked.

"I've spotted our peg-legged--" Basil explained until Fidget was out of sight.

"Come on, you two. There's not a moment to lose," Basil said.

They went behind the bar to find a trap door. They snuck in and followed the peg-legged bat.

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A/N Jamie's performance was brilliant and they found where Fidget was off to. Now to Ratigan's lair.