Richard Binsley: Basil Stag Hare • Fengal • Fleaback • ...

Redwall

Basil Stag Hare • Fengal • Fleaback • Ragwing • Rotnose • Weasal Guard

[Basil stops Cornflower from climbing a wall to save Matthias]
Basil: Forgive my hand but dash it, wasn't it a wise, young kitchen mouse who only this very morning insisted that climbing was best left to squirrels, what?
Cornflower: That was this morning. A lot has happened since then.
Basil: Seems to me, one way or another a lot happens since morning every day at Redwall. Haha! N'haha! What? N'hahaha!

Jess: What's Cluny up to?
Basil: Military ploy. Force the besieged to sweat. Fall out amongst themselves. I've seen it used before. It's a most effective tactic.
Constance: Hmph. Maybe you'd be happier fighting on his side.
Basil: [infuriated] Are you questioning my loyalty?

[Basil is hiding]
Matthias: Come out... show yourself!
Basil: Show myself? How many pairs of eyes d'you need, what? Eh? Eh?
Matthias: I'm in no mood for games... come out!
[Basil appears behind him]
Basil: Basil Stag Hare, sir! At your service: expert scout, hind leg fighter, wilderness guide and... camouflage expert!
[Matthias looks at him like he's crazy]
Basil: Read your mind, sir! Neither mad, nor dangerous. Delighted to meet you, dear!

Matthias: Basil, What's a "smodeus"?
Basil: Asmodeus. Fearful serpentine, known locally as Old Poisonteeth. Lethal. Eats mice. Talking of which, I'm a bit peckish m'self! Naha!

[Constance holds up Sela the vixen]
Constance: And what about this traitor?
Abbot Mortimer: Oh, dear... yes, I suppose there must be some form of punishment, mustn't there?
Basil: Bury her up to her neck in red ants, then hang the wretch from the tower before you draw and quarter her? Or, we could let her go!
Constance: Are you crazy?
Basil: Not really, but Cluny is... I'm sure he will know how to deal with her!

[Cluny hits one of his hench-vermin; Basil walks in]
Basil: Officer striking an enlisted creature! Thumping bad form, old chap!
Cluny: Get him! Grab that hare! I want his head!
Basil: What's the matter? Own head not good enough? Haha! No! Lookit his face. Ugly-looking brute, aren't you? Haha! Haha!

Basil: My compliments to your boss... Cluny the Loony or whatever the dashed fellow's called!

Matthias: [trying to get Cheek to give information about the young ones' kidnapping] Let him go, Basil. *We've just enough time for a late lunch.* Then we'll be on our way. Whta do you say to a vegetable pasty and a drop of cider?
Jess: Thanks, but I'd rather down a couple of *bilsberry muffins* and a *nice thick chunk of cheese*.
Basil Stag Hare: Sliced nut breat and candied chestnuts. Eh, that should do it for me.
Cheek: [licks his lips and scutters over] I'm 'ungry.
Basil Stag Hare: Funny. I thought you were Cheek!
[chuckles]
Cheek: Heh. Heh. He's funny, he is.
[pauses for several seconds, then licks his lips]