Lost & Found {open}
Jun 24, 2010 18:37:35 GMT -5
Post by Basil on Jun 24, 2010 18:37:35 GMT -5
<<Anyone can join with one stipulation: please, no one step in to get Basil out of the mess he's about to get into ;D >>
There was nothing else for it; Basil had to get a job.
What with his trip to the Negaverse, Tinker Bell's theft of his clothes (he never did find his monogrammed cuff buttons), that incident in the elevator and the shipwreck, the detective's wardrobe was down to practically nil.
Fortunately, there were clothiers for mice available in the park. But unless he meant to wear cartoon shirts and flip-flops (the thought was enough to make one shudder), Basil had to pay extra to have decent Victorian-era clothes custom-made. And pay he did. Dearly.
With the result that his resources were quite dried up. Basil couldn't simply wait for another crime to be committed in hopes of netting a fee on that score. No, he must seek gainful employment, or be thrown into the street.
Now, the mouse detective was not averse to work. Only most occupations were so dreadfully dull. He must find something that allowed him to make use of his reasoning abilities.
Basil gazed about himself at the several castmembers sweeping sidewalks (yawn), serving lunches (ho-hum), selling balloons to children (ugh!)...there must be something for him--
He stopped short, then spun round before the gaily-painted building tucked away in a shady corner. 'Lost and Found' Egad! That was it!
It was the work of a moment for Basil to dash inside and inquire about employment, and in less time than it takes to tell, he was an official Disney castmember, complete with costume and namebadge.
There was nothing else for it; Basil had to get a job.
What with his trip to the Negaverse, Tinker Bell's theft of his clothes (he never did find his monogrammed cuff buttons), that incident in the elevator and the shipwreck, the detective's wardrobe was down to practically nil.
Fortunately, there were clothiers for mice available in the park. But unless he meant to wear cartoon shirts and flip-flops (the thought was enough to make one shudder), Basil had to pay extra to have decent Victorian-era clothes custom-made. And pay he did. Dearly.
With the result that his resources were quite dried up. Basil couldn't simply wait for another crime to be committed in hopes of netting a fee on that score. No, he must seek gainful employment, or be thrown into the street.
Now, the mouse detective was not averse to work. Only most occupations were so dreadfully dull. He must find something that allowed him to make use of his reasoning abilities.
Basil gazed about himself at the several castmembers sweeping sidewalks (yawn), serving lunches (ho-hum), selling balloons to children (ugh!)...there must be something for him--
He stopped short, then spun round before the gaily-painted building tucked away in a shady corner. 'Lost and Found' Egad! That was it!
It was the work of a moment for Basil to dash inside and inquire about employment, and in less time than it takes to tell, he was an official Disney castmember, complete with costume and namebadge.