07-DUM-DUM-DEE-DUM!

DUM-DUM-DEE- DUM! Soon, we could no longer hear Boris. I was happy to be away from his awful jokes. Still, I wasn't thrilled about walking through a cemetery. A thick fog settled over us. It gave the whole place a ghostly glow. MARBLE GRAVESTONES sprang up from the earth. We passed an eerie stone tomb. Just then, Benjamin grabbed my jacket. "Look, Uncle!" he squeaked, pointing to the tomb. "It's opening!" I stared in horror as the marble slab covering the tomb began to rise. I heard organ music. Dum-dum-dee-dum-dum-dee dum-dee-dum-dee-DUM!

The music filled the air. It was so loud. It was so sad. It was so SCARY. My paws were trembling so hard, I could barely stand. I had to use my tail for support. I felt like a mouse at an old age home. Break out the oxygen! I was about to FAINT. Suddenly, Benjamin grabbed my paw. I snapped to attention. No, I scolded myself. This was no time for FAINTING. I had to think about my dear, sweet nephew. I couldn't leave the poor thing alone in this terrifying place. He could be scarred for life. He'd never visit another cemetery again. Even if yours truly kicked the bucket.

I pulled Benjamin back down the path. We had to get back to the funeral parlor. BUT THE FOG WAS TOO THICK. I couldn't see the path anymore. Within minutes, I realized we were lost. Just then, the organ music grew even louder. Dum-dum-dee-dum-dum-dee- dum-dee-dum-dee-DUM! I looked up. The tomb was right in front of us again. And now it was wide open! A mouselike snout appeared in the opening. "Rancid rat hairs!" I screamed in terror. "Keep your fur on. It's just me, Creepella Von Cacklefur," a little voice answered. "Now, come inside. It's cold out there!"