22-WAH! WAH! WAH!

WAH! WAH! WAH! The doorbell meowed. MEEEEOOOOOOOOW! Boneham scurried to lift the drawbridge. "It must be Mr. Von Cacklefur!" he said. A few minutes later, a VERY THIN rat came through the door. He was dressed in black and wore a top hat. I had met him before. It was Boris von Cacklefur, Creepella's father! He held out a paw to me. "Hello there, Geronimo," he said. "You look well. Too bad. We're having a sale on coffins this week. "Nice to see you, Mr. Von Cacklefur," I said. Then another sound rang through the hall. Wah! Wah! Wah!

Curious, we all ran to the window. Boneham took a pair of binoculars out of his pocket. He looked down. "Cheddar biscuits!" he exclaimed. "What is that?" I looked through the binoculars. There was a small basket in front of the drawbridge. And it sounded as if the basket was... crying. We all ran outside. Inside the basket was a tiny bundle

wrapped in a blanket. The butler moved aside the blanket to reveal a baby mouse! "MOLDY MUMMIES!" cried Professor Frankenstein. "A little orphan," said Boneham. "He's so small," said Boris. "He's so sweet!" said Creepella. "My, he can cry," said Madame Latomb. Snip said, "He must be..." "...hungry!" Snap said. Chef Stewrat clapped his paws together. "He needs some stew!" The members of the Cacklefur family surrounded the baby. The little mouselet stopped crying. He opened his eyes and looked at them all. Then he smiled. All of the Cacklefur smiled back