27-HELLO, GERRY？

HELLO, GERRY? rrriing, rrriing At the crack of dawn one morning, I got a call from Thea. "Gerry, get ready for an UN-BE-LIEV-ABLE piece of news! Guess what I discovered today?" she squeaked. "How on earth would I know?" I grumbled, crawling back into bed with the phone. "Another map. You know what I am talking about!" my sister insisted. "No, I don't. What are you talking about? What map?" "The same as last time! Do you remember The Mouse House? Cheddar ravioli? Extraspicy sauce? Don't let me say any more,"

she demanded, sounding mysterious. The Mouse House? Cheddar ravioli? Extra-spicy Sauce? Another map? I threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. This could mean only one thing. My crazy sister was planning another trip. "Oh, no! Not this time!" I shrieked into the phone. "Not on your life! Don't you have a boyfriend now? Why don't you ask him to go with you?" "Who? Old Big Ears? I got rid of him like moldy cheese." She giggled. "But let's talk about more serious matters.

You wouldn't let me go on my own, would you? You are my older brother, after all. Where is your sense of duty? It could be a very DAN-GER-OUS journey! Hello, Gerry? Gerry, are you still there? Gerry, Gerrrry, Gerrrrry!" squeaked Thea. Don't call me Gerry, I wanted to say. My name is Geronimo, geronimo stilton! But I had no strength left. I put the receiver down on my nightstand. I already knew where this was going to lead....