03-IF I CATCH YOU, I WILL REARRANGE YOUR FUR!

IF I CATCH YOU, I WILL REARRANGE YOUR FUR! FIVE hours later, the plane was ready to take off. I was still hiding in the restroom. What else could I do? I didn't want to get mashed to a pulp by old Muscle Mouse. I could hear him squeaking outside the door. "If I catch that rotten mouse, I'll twist off his tail! I'll rearrange his fur!" he growled. My teeth were chattering so fast, they could have won a tap dancing contest. I waited until the last possible moment to leave the restroom. Last call for flight 285 departing for Crocodilia! Last call!" a voice announced.

This was it. I had to make a BREAK for it. Quiet as a mouse, I slipped out of the restroom. Then I RACED for the plane. Paws pounded after me. "Come back here, you no-good cheese nibbler!" I heard Muscle Mouse screech. With one last gasp, I jumped onboard. A few minutes later, we took off. The trip was very long. After all, the Amazon River is not on Mouse Island. It is far, far away in South America. That's a whole other continent!