21-BARBECUE TIME!

BARBECUE TIME! After the wedding ceremony, we headed back to the campsite. When we arrived we were overwhelmed by a delicious smell. I sniffed the air. Could it be? Yes, it smelled just like a backyard barbecue. I ran toward the campsite. That's when I spotted a big poster leaning against a rock. It said: BARBECUE! COME ONE, COME ALL. GET READY FOR THE BEST BARBECUE THIS SIDE OF NIAGARA FALLS! BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE BEST CHEF IN THE WORLD!

I scratched my fur. There was only one rodent I knew who was that full of himself. There was only one rodent I knew who was that irritating... such a pain! My cousin Trap! Just then, a pair of whiskers emerged from behind a cloud of smoke. A pot-bellied rodent wearing a loud Hawaiian-print shirt stood behind a smoking grill. He waved a greasy spatula at me. "Yo, Germeister, what's squeaking?" he smirked. "Love the lump on your head. It's sooooo you!" I rolled my eyes. Yep, it was my cousin Trap, all right. Have I mentioned he's a total pain in my tail? I started to explain about the bump on my head when Trap interrupted me. "Listen up, rodents!" he called. "You're about to taste the best cooking around. So

don't drag your feet, it's time to eat. Now that you've found Trap, you can throw away your map. That's TRAP— T as in Look OUT, TONGUE, YOU'RE IN FOR A TREAT! R as in READY OR NOT, HERE IT COMES! A as in ASK ME IF I CAN COOK. P as in PAY ATTENTION, THE NAME IS TRAP!" Yes, there is one thing you should know about my cousin. He's in love. No, not with another mouse. With himself!

Still, I had to admit his barbecue was DELICIOUS. I stuffed my snout like my uncle Cheesebelly at a make-your- own-cheese-sunday buffet. After dessert, Thea took me on a helicopter ride over the falls. It really was a SPECTACULAR sight. Too bad I got sick on the way down. I knew I shouldn't have eaten three pieces of cheesecake! Yum! Yum! Yum!