#fan sequel

ENG: The thrid part of my fan-made sequel of Great mouse detective.

RUS: Третья часть моего фанатского сиквела Великого мышиного сыщика.

Part 3 – Trip to America

The next morning, Deb was watching the news on TV.

"The massive problems caused by Mr. Rating and his partner Diesel last night continue," the anchor announced.

That same day, the phone never stopped ringing. Deb's father barely had time to answer.

"Hello, excuse me! Hello, what do you need?" Gus was talking to someone on the phone. "Sorry, you've got the wrong person! Yes, can I help you with something? Yes, fine! Hello, what's your problem? Yes, Washington? Fine, I'm coming!"

It turned out Gus had been summoned to Washington, where various crimes had occurred. Before the trip, Gus had taken a family photo with him as memento. Detective father had left for Washington and hadn't returned a few days later. There was no news of him. Clarissa noticed that Deb was starting to miss him and decided to talk to him.

"Did your dad really never come?" white female mouse asked her friend.

"That's right!" gray teenage mouse sighed. "I haven't got any news from him in a week - not a call, not a text. It seems very strange - Dad went to another city and disappeared without a trace. What happened to him there?"

His companion merely shrugged. Then Deb smiled.

"I think this is my chance to make a name for myself!" he said decisively.

"What are you talking about?" Clarissa asked.

"We're about to embark on the first investigation of our lives!" Deb excitedly pulled magnifying glass from his bosom. "We're going to the capital of USA to find my missing father and find out who's behind all this."

While teenagers were getting ready for their trip, little gray male mouse found business card with phone number on his father's desk. It was the number of Elliot the kangaroo rat, known as Inspector of Washington. Elliot is an American of Australian descent.

Deb's mother called him, and he came to London. The young detectives told the inspector all about their plans, and he agreed to accompany them on their journey. Elliot promised Elizabeth and Chloe that he would look after children and help them find missing father.

"Be careful, Deb! Take care!" mother Elizabeth wished her son luck.

"Come back soon, my nephew!" Aunt Chloe began to cry.

While Deb and his friends were flying to America, Deb and Elliot struck up a conversation.

"How did you find my phone number?" male kangaroo rat asked the great-grandson of famous detective. "How do you know it?"

"When I was packing, I found business card with your number on my dad's desk, and I asked my mom to call you so you could help us with investigation," explained gray teenager mouse. "Do you know my father?"

"I met your father two years ago when I came to London during my vacation," Elliot told him. "I was so busy sightseeing that I didn't even notice a car approaching. But then someone grabbed my tail, and I was saved. It was the gray male mouse, who introduced himself as grandson of Basil of Baker Street. After short conversation, I gave him my number and told him to call me if he had any difficulties solving any cases."

Soon, gang of young detectives arrived in Washington. Upon arrival, they began their investigation.

"As far as I know, sometimes witnesses can help a detective!" said Deb. "We need someone who knows the city well."

"I know who will help us!" squeaked Clarissa.

Inside the apartment, the young mouse detective opened small hidden door and looked around. After confirming the apartment was empty, the gang left secret hideout.

"Jennifer? Jennifer?" Clarissa started calling someone.

"Who's Jennifer?" Deb asked his partner.

The friends approached big cage where blue female parrot sat. She was wearing purple winter hat with white pom-pom and lilac scarf.

"There she is, Jennifer!" Clarissa said to gray teenager mouse and adult kangaroo rat, pointing at the parrot.

"Clarissa, what are you doing here?" Jennifer emerged from the cage and flew toward the visitors. "I thought you moved to London, like you said."

"Do you know her?" Elliot looked at white teenager mouse in surprise.

"Yes, I was her neighbor before I moved to the capital of England," Clarissa nodded her head at him.

"We're investigating!" Deb told the parrot. "It concerns the disappearance of my father, known as detective Gus. Have you noticed anything suspicious lately? Have you seen any strangers on the street?"

"A few days ago, I was sitting on the windowsill, enjoying the view of city," Jennifer tried to recall recent events. "Then I heard someone scream. I saw little brown mouse being attacked by rat. Then I saw some mouse detective rescue the child, but detective was caught by that rat."

"A rat? What rat?" Elliot's eyes widened.

"I don't remember exactly what he looked like, but he had a watch on his belt! A wristwatch," Jennifer continued.

"I think I know who you saw!" Elliot stood up triumphantly. "That detective is Gus, the famous London detective. He's Basil's grandson! And that rat who attacked him, that's Diesel! He works for terrible villain our police are hunting! The terror of our lives! The vile, nasty, insolent Mr. Rating!"

With these words, he pulled a photograph from his bosom and showed it to the mice. The picture depicted gray male domestic rat, dressed in black-and-white suit with red cape and black-and-white sneakers. Sharp teeth stood out on his muzzle.

"Rating?!" Clarissa's eyes widened in horror.

"I think I know who's behind my father's disappearance," Deb hissed with hatred. "That modern criminal star was the cause of that incident. My dad spent a week trying to catch him, but he managed to escape my detective father. No corner of Washington will be safe while Rating is free. It's not clear what he's doing as we speak."

"It's very dangerous, Deb!" Clarissa looked fearfully at the son of modern detective. "Rating is 30 years old, and you're only 14!"

"I may be 14, but I have the same abilities as my famous great-grandfather! So I can handle it!" Deb reassured her.

"Are you sure you've told us every detail?" Elliot asked female parrot. "Every detail could be important."

"Yes, that's exactly how it happened," Jennifer said. "And then the detective disappeared."

"What can we conclude from this?" Clarissa turned her head to Deb.

"Rating's up to something," gray teenager mouse scratched the back of his head. "But I don't know why he needs my father?"

"Do you know where to find a rat named Rating?" Clarissa stared at the bird.

"Your rat lives two blocks to the right, between two houses that stand right next to each other," Jennifer told the young detectives after a brief silence. "No one usually goes there - neither people nor animals."

"Thank you, Jennifer!" Deb smiled.

"If you want, I'll help you get there," blue female parrot offered.

ENG: Returning to my fanfic related to Great mouse detective universe in honor of its 40th anniversary.

RUS: Возвращаемся к моему фанфику по вселенной Великого мышиного сыщика в честь его 40-ой годовщины.

Part 2 – Big plans and unexpected meeting

In 2011, another tragedy struck Rating's life: the death of his mother. He was devastated, her death likely having a greater impact on him than his father's.

In the late spring of 2014, Rating sat on the windowsill, looking at the night sky. He felt a little sad about his parents' deaths. The only thing that gave him hope was his love for his twice removed uncle. Gray male domestic rat looked at photo of Ratigan, which he held in his right front paw.

"I don't need to think about those terrible events of the past!" looking at his smiling relative, twice removed nephew gathered his strength and said in resolute tone. "I must move forward if I need to avenge the death of my best relative! That means I must act, not wait!"

With these words, Rating jumped from the windowsill onto the table where his cage stood and entered. The rodent decided to leave his owners and start a free life, just as Ratigan had done many years ago. When he finished packing his suitcase, domestic rat looked at the wall, his muzzle flushed with anger. His ears perked up, his teeth bared, and his tail swung back and forth like a snake.

"You'll never make me give in!" he roared, looking at the portrait of brown male mouse in detective suit. "I'll kill you, Basil's descendants! My intuition tells me you exist."

With these words, Rating began throwing darts at Basil's portrait and emitted a sound like a growl mixed with maniacal laughter. A few minutes later, he left his owners' house and found a new place to live. He bought a luxurious cottage, resembling toy house, and took filthy stray rats as his henchmen.

One month later, 12-year-old white little female mouse named Clarissa and her mother arrived in London from capital of USA. Clarissa was wearing light-blue T-shirt, dark-blue skirt and gray sneakers. She and her mother had settled near Baker Street. After unpacking, Clarissa went for a walk and explored the area.

"Who are you?" someone asked as little female mouse entered Baker Street.

The foreigner turned around and saw 14-year-old Deb, dressed in black shirt, green cap, yellow scarf and white sneakers.

"I'm Clarissa," the white female mouse smiled sheepishly, still confident. "I just moved from America with my mom. And who are you?"

"Me? I'm the great-grandson of the most famous detective in the world! That's who I am!" Deb stood up proudly.

"Really?" Clarissa asked him. “Tell me, please!”

"This story begins very long time ago - at the end of 19th century, in 1897," Deb began to tell. "That year, an evil millionaire rat appeared on the streets of London. Every mouse feared him, except for one brave guy."

"Who was that brave guy?" asked Clarissa.

"It was Basil of Baker Street," Deb showed the foreigner a photograph of his great-grandfather and continued telling story. "He wasn't afraid of formidable rat and went into battle. Basil won the unequal battle and was awarded a gold medal for bravery. Also he helped little female mouse named Olivia rescue her kidnapped father. That's how my great-grandfather became a hero."

"Who told you about this?" Clarissa whispered to Deb.

"My dad, Gus," Deb smiled. "I learned that when I was four years old."

"I never would have thought there were real heroes living in London!" that's all Clarissa said. "And what happened next?"

"Next? Olivia found her mother. Or rather, her mother found her," gray male teenager mouse continued. "Basil married Snowflake. Dawson found his soulmate. But most importantly, Basil became a hero."

That's how Clarissa met Deb, whose great-grandfather was Basil. Time will pass, and Deb will also become a great detective, just like Basil.

Meanwhile, in Washington, the capital of United States, the following was happening. An adult 26-year-old gray female domestic rat sat on bench, watching the sunset. She was wearing green dress, blue belt, lilac beads and white shoes. Her name was Ratty.

"I want you to have fluffy gray fur, sharp white teeth, sensitive nose, clawed paws, long tail, and eyes that sparkle like stars in the dark..." she thought out loud about the man of her dreams. "But where will I find a handsome guy like you?"

"Hello!" someone's voice called out.

Ratty was surprised to see 30-year-old gray male domestic rat standing near the bench. He looked exactly as Ratty had imagined. He was dressed in black-and-white suit with red cape, black tie, classy top hat and black-and-white sneakers.

"You didn't have me in mind when you were thinking of nice guy, did you?" stranger smiled, flashing his sharp teeth.

"Yes..." Ratty glanced at him, adjusting her skirt. "But I didn't expect you to be the one I was thinking of."

"I'd be glad to know your name," male rat sat down next to her and lounged on the bench.

"My name is Ratty," lady smiled. "And yours? Actually, I know - Mr. Rating. I watched your concert on TV a fortnight ago."

"That's a clever girl!" Rating squinted with grim determination. "Do you want to know who my ancestors are?"

Ratty blinked in confusion.

"My great-grandfather was Ratzil the younger brother of the greatest criminal in all of London and the entire rat world," Rating began. "That older brother was gray, fluffy, toothy and clawed Mr. Ratigan, who wanted to take over England to impress the female domestic rat who loved him dearly. But he was killed by Basil the detective, and after those events, Ratzil moved to Washington to escape the memory of his older brother's death. After that, he decided to continue his line, which continues to this day."

"So, you're Ratigan's twice removed nephew?" Ratty wondered if her rat friend knew what he was talking about.

"You've guessed it!" male domestic rat nodded and showed Ratty a photograph of England's greatest criminal. "I'm just like my twice removed uncle. I'll commit all sorts of atrocities just to show you my fearlessness and determination! And we'll be happy, like Ratigan was during his greatest crimes."

"Oh, Rating! You've made me happy!" Ratty squeaked happily and hugged fluffy gentleman.

"Don't rejoice too soon!" Rating rose from the bench. "We must act, not wait! We must make sure Basil's descendants really do exist!"

"Why do you need descendants of some detective?" Ratty looked at him in surprise.

"I have a plan!" twice removed nephew of the greatest villain whispered decisively.

ENG: Today is 40th anniversary of Great mouse detective! And in honor of this event, I wrote the first part of my oldest fanfic related to GMD. Fanfic was created in begging of march in 2022 during my active life on DeviantArt. In this fan-made sequel, you'll learn all about Basil's great-grandson living in the 21st century.

RUS: Сегодня Великому мышиному сыщику исполняется 40 лет с момента его выхода! И в честь этого события я написала первую часть моего старейшего фанфика по данному фандому. Он был написан на ДевиантАрте ещё в начале марта 2022 года. В этом фанатском сиквеле вы узнаете всё о правнуке Бейзила, живущем в XXI веке.

Part 1 – Great-grandson of famous detective and twice removed nephew of cool villain

This story begins in 1984. In capital of USA, two domestic rats named Dandy and Stella lived in luxurious apartment. Dandy was 47-year-old white male wearing white suit with black bow, and Stella was 38-year-old gray female wearing turquoise dress and gold earrings. In 1984, a stunning event occurred in their lives: the birth of son. He was cute little gray male domestic rat.

Then 1992 arrived, and little rat turned 8 years old. That same year, he found new owners and began living with them. The new owners named him Rating. He loved his new life. He had plenty of money, kind loving owners, a large beautiful cage and delicious food for domestic rats. Two years later, 10-year-old Rating revealed his talent. He taught himself to sing and dance. In 2000, domestic rat show was held in Washington, D.C., in which Rating - no longer a child, but not yet an adult - participated. Rating won the show and received a blue ribbon.

That same year, 2000, another equally significant event occurred. In London, on Baker Street, in the Sherlock Holmes Museum, a family of mice lived in small hole - Gus, his wife Elizabeth and his younger sister Chloe. Gus and Elizabeth had little gray male mouse. The parents named him Deb.

In 2004, Rating visited his parents. They were delighted to see their 20-year-old son. He was wearing black-and-white suit with blue bow and light-gray sneakers.

"Who would have thought you'd look like one of our relatives!" Stella hugged adult rat.

"What?! My relatives?!" Rating asked his parents. "I've never heard of them before."

"I want to show you something," Stella said to her son.

Adult gray male rat walked up to his mother and looked at the wall. Several photographs hung on the wall. The first photo showed two adult domestic rats and their two babies. These adult rats were Larisa and Tyson. The two baby rats pictured next to them were their sons named Ratigan and Ratzil. The second photo showed three adult rats - Ratigan, his love interest Inga and his younger brother Ratzil.

"He looks a lot like me!" Rating said, looking at Ratigan.

The third photo showed Rating's family - Rating himself, his wife Anita and their three children: first daughter named Misty, son named Rhodius and second daughter named Snowy. The fourth photo showed Misty and her family. Misty, her husband Sandy and their son Dandy were gazing at the constellation of Ratigan in the night sky. And the fifth photo showed Rating as child and his parents named Dandy and Stella.

"I didn't know I had so many relatives!" Rating squeaked in shock.

"Yes, we have a lot of relatives in our family tree, and they're all domestic rats," Dandy sighed with relief. "But one of them was special. That special rat is your twice removed uncle. He was a famous London rock star named Mr. Ratigan the Fluffy star. He was also known as England's greatest criminal. I really hope you can become the Greatest criminal like your twice removed uncle."

"Why would I need that?" Rating was surprised by his father's words.

"You must take revenge on Basil's relatives for their ancestor killing your uncle," father rat began to cry.

"Who is this Basil, and why did he kill my uncle Ratigan?" Rating looked at Dandy curiously.

"Your twice removed uncle wanted to impress beautiful female domestic rat and committed many crimes in attempt to show her his love. And he was lucky!" Dandy began, wiping away tears with handkerchief. "But one day, Ratigan went too far in his pursuit of fame. He wanted to use new method to impress his lady love. He decided to commit the most sensational crime of all. Ratigan wanted to overthrow the Mouse Queen and become King of England. But he couldn't do it because he died fighting Basil. Basil was a mouse detective tasked with dangerous mission: finding the missing toy master and rescuing the Mouse Queen. It was because of him your uncle died. But Ratigan had younger brother, who only survived because Ratigan sacrificed himself. His younger brother's name was Ratzil. Fortunately, Ratzil never met Basil face to face. The day after Ratigan's funeral, Ratzil moved to capital of USA to avoid facing his older brother's killer. In Washington, he married and decided to continue Ratigan's bloodline. In case you were wondering, Ratzil is your great-grandfather."

"I'm terribly sorry this happened to my twice removed uncle!" Rating wiped a tear from his eye. "But it's only thanks to his sacrifice our family continues to exist."

"You're absolutely right!" Stella agreed with her adult son.

Meanwhile, the following was happening in London. Deb was four years old. His father told him a story about Basil the great mouse detective. It turned out that Basil was Deb's great-grandfather.

"Dad, is this story really true?" Deb asked adult gray male mouse.

"If it weren't true, I wouldn't be telling you!" his father smiled.

The story about great-grandfather was long and very interesting. The kid listened with bated breath. When his father finished, he showed his son an old medal.

"Mom, what is this thing?" Deb asked Elizabeth.

"It's your great-grandfather's medal," his mother replied. "He received it for completing dangerous mission - saving the Queen of England from evil millionaire. This medal is our family heirloom, and we treasure it."

That night, as he fell asleep, Deb thought about it.

"I wonder if this really happened?" mouse said, looking at the portrait of Basil and his wife, Snowflake, hanging on the wall.

Three years later, in 2007, a tragic event occurred: Rating's father died. He was 70 years old.

"You must take revenge on Basil's descendants and become what your twice removed uncle once removed wanted you to be," Dandy told his son before he died. "What have I taught you?"

"Basil of Baker Street and his descendants are our enemies," Rating replied. "But how do I know they exist? None of our relatives knew that."

"Your heart will tell you," Dandy smiled sadly. "So what must you do?"

"I must kill them because Basil killed our relative, who was a superstar!" Rating gritted his sharp teeth.

One year later, 24-year-old Rating stood on the porch of his owners' house, while his elderly 62-year-old mother walked around him, admiring his dark glory. He was dressed in black-and-white suit with red cape, black tie, white gloves, black top hat and black-and-white sneakers.

"Excellent!" old female rat smiled. "You've become a bold, determined and fearless domestic rat just like your twice removed uncle."

"You're right, Mom!" Rating nodded. "Also I became famous rock star and got second name - Fluffy star."

A season 2 idea

Disclaimer:

Digital Circus belongs to Gooseworx and GLITCH. The following is a suggested idea for a possible second season or continuation

I LOVE this show! From its complex morals of life, to its unhinged humor, TO THE FINALLY! So much so that it inspired me to come up with a little idea for a second season.

If you haven't seen the series finale or the series itself, PLEASE go watch it first before reading this.

This post WILL contain spoilers.

You watched it? You ready? GOOD!

So my idea is:

After the Big Top Crew (Pomni and friends) made peace with Caine, the Digital Circus got a whole lot better. The worlds are open, the characters can choose for themselves, even control freak Caine became one of the guys, actually joining them on their adventures.

POMNI and her team formed a more supportive system to properly welcome newcomers to the Circus. Something to make them feel right at home. With the way things are going, people are starting to consider Pomni as the new ringmaster of the Circus.

THAT rubs Caine the wrong way.

Unfortunately, things weren't all that well beneath the surface...

Deep within the grid, GUMMYGOO, Pomni's old friend and NPC, is secretly forming a resistance against CAINE!

After his whole world was shattered when he found out he was a fake, not to mention said AI "tried" to reset him, he plans to fight against his oppressor. Things got even more complicated when he found out his "so-called" potential friend, Pomni, was a digital copy!

"Yet another LIE!" He thinks...

Now, he and the other NPCs plan to take control away from Caine by going after the one thing just as powerful as him: The BLUE AI.

Nightmare.

Commission for @emperor-kumquat (tf mercy)