02-TRUST ME, YOU'LL LIKE IT!

TRUST ME, YOU'LL LIKE IT! Two seconds later, my cousin whipped out his cell phone. "SMOOTHIE? TRAP HERE. HOW'S IT SQUEAKING?" he shouted into the receiver. "Scrape the cheese out of your ears, my friend. I'm

bringing over my cousin Geronimo Stilton. He's looking for a little vacation." He paused to pick his nose, then continued. "No, he's nothing like me, Smoothie," he chuckled. "He's not into anything exciting. No SHARK fishing. No ROCK climbing. He's a total scaredy mouse. Yeah, a real TAIL TWIRLER. You know the type. He needs a little-old-lady vacation. Nothing more dangerous than some sunburned fur. Ha-ha. But he's got lots of money, so don't worry about the dough. The sky's the limit with this one!" He switched off his phone and started to scamper away. I could not believe the NERVE of my cousin. How dare he? I ran after him. I was fuming. "Are you NUTS?" I cried.

"First of all, I am not a scaredy mouse. And second of all, I am not made of money." Trap rolled his eyes. "Well, isn't that just like you, Germeister," he muttered. "Such a PENNY PINCHER. And so ungrateful!" I was about to tell him I didn't need his help when I realized he'd stopped. We had arrived. We were in a DARK ALLEY.

far from New Mouse City's main streets. And we were standing in front of the SHABBIEST-LOOKING travel agency I'd ever seen. A sign above the window read: TRUST ME, YOU'LL LIKE IT! Through the window, I spotted a SLEAZY-LOOKING rodent. His paws rested on his desk. I groaned. Something told me I wasn't going to like it. No, I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it one bit!