Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Does The Great Mouse Detective Chapter 01



Disclaimer: I do not own YGO GX or The Great Mouse Detective.

Author's Note: Hello, readers! I thought it time for a new parody, and I thought it time for a GX one at that. I've been brainstorming what my next Disney parody would be, and nothing really clicked. Then, I just started matching up characters with The Great Mouse Detective and they seemed to fit just right. So please enjoy my next very un-original story. Thanks!

It was night time in the city, when a little girl named Blair received her birthday present. She was playing with an old toy and said to her father

"You know, Daddy? This is my very best birthday."

"Ah, but I haven't given you your present yet," said her father.

"What is it? What is it?" Blair asked excitedly.

"Close your eyes," said her father. Blair put her hands over her eyes, and opened them a crack. "Oh, oh, oh! No peeking, now!" He got out a special robotic toy that looked like a flower, but when activated turned into a dancing ballerina. Blair was thrilled.

"You made this just for me?"

Just outside, a short, fat bald guy was creeping up to Blair's house.

"You're the best father in…in the whole world!" said Blair, hugging her father. Suddenly, they heard the sounds of breaking and entering. "Who's that?" gasped Blair.

"I don't know," said her father. "Quickly, dear, stay in here and don't come out!" he said, shoving Blair into a cabinet. All Blair could here while she was inside the cabinet were the sounds of a struggle. And her father's cry of her name.


When the sounds were over, Blair emerged from the cabinet to find the house a mess, the front window broken and her father gone. She padded over to the window to call for him.

"Daddy! Where are you?" she cried. "Daddy! Where are you?" No answer. "Daddy! Daddy!"

It was the three year anniversary of our school chancellor's reign over our school, Duel Academy. And the year his faculty came to the very brink of disaster. He…well, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Syrus Truesdale, and I'm a third-year student at Duel Academy. I had gone home for summer break, but now that I had returned, I was looking for a place to stay. Preferably dry, where I could rest and find a moment's peace. Little did I know my life was about to change forever.

Syrus trudged along Academy Island in the rain. Then he heard someone crying. He looked under a tree and saw a little girl sniffling and whimpering.

"Oh. Oh my, are you alright?" he asked. She only continued to cry. "Come now, come, come, come," he said, handing her a tissue. "Dry your eyes." The little girl took the tissue, blew her nose in it and handed it back to Syrus. "Ah, yes, now that's better. Now, tell me what's troubling you."

"I'm…I'm lost," she said. "I'm trying to find Bastion Misawa, of the Ra Yellow dorm." She handed Syrus a piece of paper that had an article about Bastion and how often he'd foiled the schemes of bad guys.

"Let me see…" said Syrus. He studied the piece of paper and then said, "Where are your mother and father?"

"That's why I m-must f-find Bastion!" the little girl cried. Syrus felt bad for the girl, so he decided to help her.

"There, there, now, now, now. I don't know any Bastion…" he began. The little girl looked up at him with big, tearful eyes. "But I do remember where the Ra dorm is. Now come with me. We'll find this Bastion guy together."

Once Syrus and the little girl were at the Ra Yellow dorm, Syrus knocked on the door. A big, fat guy opened the door.

"Good evening, sir," said Syrus. "Is this the residence of Bastion Misawa?"

"I'm afraid it is," sighed that fat boy. "He's not home, but you're welcome to come in and wait."

"Oh, I don't want to impose, it's just the girl…" Syrus was going to gesture to the little girl, but she had already made herself quite at home in Bastion's room. She gazed with fascination at his dueling cards and complex math equations written all over the wall.

"Oh, man, you poor kid," said the fat boy. "You must be chilled to the bone. Oh, but I know just the thing. Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my grilled cheese."

Suddenly, a person in kabuki theatre clothes busted into the door, yelling "Ha ha! He's not given me the slip! I shall have him! Out of my way, out of my way!"

"Who are you?" asked Syrus.

The person tore off his mask and said "Bastion Misawa, my good fellow!"

The little girl quickly ran over to him. "Mr. Misawa! I need your help. You see--"

"All in good time," said Bastion, brushing her off.

"Yes, but you don't understand! I'm in terrible trouble--" the little girl sputtered.

"If you'll excuse me…" Bastion said, again ignoring her.

"Now, now, see here!" said Syrus. "This young lady is in need of your assistance. I think you need to listen to her--"

"Hold this, please, Slifer," said Bastion, handing Syrus a gun.

"Of course…I…ah!" Syrus cried when he realized he was holding a weapon. "Wait just a minute…how did you know I was a Slifer?"

"Well, you're wearing a red jacket, for one thing!" said Jaden. "That's kind-of a dead giveaway! Plus, I'd know Zane Truesdale's little brother anywhere!"

"Oh. Bastion, that's amazing!" said Syrus.

"Actually, it's elementary, my dear Syrus!" Bastion kept ignoring the little girl and for some reason, stacked up a bunch of pillows and then fired the gun into them! There was a loud BANG and then there were feathers everywhere. Suddenly, the fat boy came back and saw the mess.

"What in heaven's name? My good pillows! Bastion, how many times have I told you…"

"Now, Now, Chumley, it's alright. I believe I smell some of those delightful grilled cheeses of yours. Why don't you fetch our guests some?" he quietly shooed Chumley out the door. "Now, I know that card is around here somewhere…" after searching on the floor, Bastion looked up to see the little girl holding the card. "Thank you, Miss…"

"Flannigan. Blair Flannigan," she said.

"Eh, whatever," said Bastion.

"Yes, but you don't understand--"

"Shh!" said Bastion. He skillfully fingerprinted the card and tried to match up the fingerprints on it with another card, but they didn't match. "NO! Drat!" he exclaimed. "Another dead-end." And with that, he sulked back to his chair. "He was within my grasp!" Bastion then began to play a video game.

Syrus looked at Blair and gestured for her to approach Bastion again.

"Now, will you please listen to me? My daddy's gone, and I'm all alone!" she explained.

Bastion slowly turned his head to her and said "Young lady, this is a most inopportune time," and resumed his video game. Blair stared at Bastion with sad eyes. "Surely your mother knows where he is!" said Bastion.

"I…I don't have a mother," said Blair. This came as such a shock to Bastion that he made a mistake in his video game.

"Um, well, then perhaps…" he began. "See here! I simply have no time for lost fathers!"

"I didn't lose him!" said Blair. "He was taken. By a fat man!" Suddenly, Jaden looked up.

"Did you say fat man?"


"Did he have small eyes?"

"I don't know. But he had a weird mustache."

"HA!" laughed Bastion.

"I say, do you know him?" asked Syrus.

"Know him? That fat man, one Bonaparte by name, is in the employ of the very fiend of my experiment. The horror of my every waking moment. The nefarious Dr. Crowler!" said Bastion.

"Dr. Crowler?" asked Syrus.

"He's a genius, Syrus! A genius twisted for evil! The Napoleon of Crime!"

"He's as bad as all that?" asked Syrus.

"Worse!" said Bastion. "I've been after him for years and I've gotten close…so very close…but each time, he's narrowly evaded my grasp. Not a corner of Academy Island is safe while Dr. Crowler is at large. There's no evil scheme he wouldn't concoct. No depravity he wouldn't commit. Who knows what dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting even as we speak?"


Please review, thanks.

Author's Note: It will probably take me a long time to complete this parody, because I haven't memorized The Great Mouse Detective. I had to watch it and stop it as I wrote down the dialogue. But I'm sure I'll manage.