12-GOOD-BYE, SILK PAJAMAS!

GOOD-BYE, SILK PAJAMAS! Thea tried to review the situation. "According to my calculations, we should be right near Treasure Island," she said. Then she pointed to a black-and-white dot in the sky. "A pelican! That means we are really close!" Just then, Trap gave a loud shriek. I jumped. "What is it? Do you always have to shout like that?" I complained. "I've got an idea!" he squeaked in my ear. Then he grabbed the TRUNK'S handle, trying to lift the lid.

"What are you doing? Do you want to throw us all back in the water?" I protested. Trap was waving his arms around in the air. "Why are you flapping your arms?" I shouted at him. "Are you going to tell us you can fly now, too?" Trap kept waving excitedly. "Pajamas... belt... blue stripes!" he Cried. Finally, he managed to rip my comfy blue-and-white-striped pajamas out of the trunk. Then he tore them into two pieces! "I REALLY AM A GENIUS! I am so clever it frightens me at times!" My cousin giggled. He was beginning to sound like a rat who's eaten one too many slices of American cheese. "We'll just use this rag to make a sail!" "Rag? You call this a rag?" I screamed. "These are my silk pajamas with silver buttons! They cost me a fortune! They

have my initials embroidered in gold!" "Well, isn't that just like you to be so selfish." Trap sighed. "We're talking about a treasure here, and you're worried about your pajamas. Geronimoid, you amaze me!!" I gnashed my teeth together. "Don't call me Geronimoid! My name is Geronimo! Geronimo, got it?!" There was nothing left to do now but rig up Trap's pajama sail and take off. We were all terribly thirsty. "My tongue feels like it got stuck in the sandbox at Scampertown Park," mumbled Trap. "I would give anything for some ice cream. Do you remember that ice-cream parlor The Icy Rat? The AIR-CONDITIONING in that place was always on full blast. You could freeze your

fur off just waiting for your hot-cheese sundae!" Sweat dripped down my snout. Why did Trap have to go on about ice cream? I was starting to have visions of cheddar-cheese sugar cones floating on the water. The next morning, a peal of thunder SHOOK the sky. I licked my snout, and it was covered with drops. Drops of water! The rain was pelting down like the jet of a shower. I swallowed the drops that fell on my tongue. I was in mouse heaven! Thea and Trap danced their paws off. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the rain stopped. nkledc. We hugged. Then, winding our tails together, we squeaked: "Friends together! Mice forever!"

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