05-SCRAM! MOVE IT! GET LOST!

SCRAM! MOVE IT! GET LOST! Bouncer bounded onto the hydroplane. He patted a photo on the dashboard with his stubby paw. It was a picture of an older female mouse with hair just like Bouncer's. "Hi, MOMSY WOMSY! he cooed. He blew the picture a kiss. Then he stared at the controls. "Frozen cheddar cheese pops!" he shrieked suddenly. "I've forgotten how to turn on the engine!" My jaw hit the ground. "Wh-wh-what d-d-did you s-s-s-say?" I stammered. Bouncer winked at me. "Just pulling your paw,

Mousey Mouse!" he chuckled. I grabbed my cousin's paw. "Couldn't you have found a normal pilot?" I asked softly. "This one is so strange. WON'T IT BE DANGEROUS FLYING WITH HIM?" Trap just smirked. "All pilots are strange. Look at your sister," he remarked. "She's one of the strangest mice I know." Thea jumped to her paws. My sister is a licensed pilot. She even has her own plane. "HOW DARE YOU!" she squeaked at Trap. Before I knew it, the two of them were at each other's throats. I sighed. Meanwhile, BOUNCER began preparing for takeoff. First he checked the controls. Then he checked his seat belt. Then he checked his hair with a pocket mirror. "Looking good!" I stared anxiously out the window. The

sky was growing CLOUDY. Very CLOUDY. "The weather doesn't look so great. WON'T IT BE DANGEROUS flying in all of these clouds?" I asked Thea. She just scoffed. "I'm sure Bouncer called the control tower. They check on the weather. If they say we can leave, then we leave. Don't be such a SCAREDY MOUSE, Germeister." I couldn't help it. The sky was getting darker and darker. It looked like we were about to fly into a big storm. Was it a thunderstorm? I hate thunderstorms. At home, I hide under my bed when there is a thunderstorm. Suddenly, Bouncer stuck his head out of the window. He waved a paw at everybody on the runway. "SCRAM! MOVE IT! GET LOST!"

he shrieked. Then he turned on the plane, and we shot off into the sky. As soon as we were airborne, he smacked his forehead with his paw. "Cheese niblets!" he squeaked. "I forgot to get gas!" My stomach dropped. "No g-g-gas?" I stammered. Bouncer roared with laughter. "Just pulling your paw, Mousey Mouse!" I chewed my whiskers. Oh, why did I agree to come on this awful vacation? I could have been relaxing at the Soft Squeak Resort. I could have been playing shuffleboard. I could have been getting a massage. Instead I was listening to a crazy mouse telling warped jokes. This wasn't a vacation. It was a NIGHTMARE!