18-WHAT A CHEESEBRAIN!

WHAT A CHEESEBRAIN! The rodents took off their diving suits. They sneered at us. Then they burst into evil laughter. Cheese niblets, those two could use some serious dental work! Talk about dirty rotten rodents. I'd never seen such rotten, yellowed teeth. Hadn't they ever heard of a toothbrush? One of them was short and ROUND with hard, mean-looking eyes. He had tiny glasses and a short tail. The other was BIG and beefy, with wiry fur. He wore a red- and-white striped T-shirt that barely covered his

big, hairy belly. A tattoo of a cat with drawn claws decorated one bulging muscle. A heart with an arrow through it decorated the muscle on his other arm. "W-w-who are you? W-w-what d-d-do you want?" I squeaked nervously. I hoped they couldn't see my paws SHAKING like a pair of maracas. The big mouse sneered. "The name's Greedy Whiskers. 'The Whisk' to my friends. And this here is my associate, Heartless Hairball, otherwise known as Hairy," he said. Then he laughed cruelly. "As for you, pal, I think I'll call you CHEESEBRAIN!"