14-IT'S TOO LATE, STILTON!

IT'S Too LATE, STILTON! I gulped. What was going on? "But, P.P.," I protested. "I don't understand. What did I sign?" Penelope held up her paw in front of my face. "First of all," she yelled, "forget the P.P. From now on, I'm Ms. Poisonfur to you!" My mouth dropped open in shock. She'd seemed like such a sweet mouse on the plane. "Don't look so surprised, Stilton!" Ms. Poisonfur barked. "Just do as you're told and don't make a squeak. Now get on that jeep!" She pointed to a YELLOW TRUCK parked by the plane. I blinked. This was getting ridiculous. Who was this mouse? And why was she

screaming at me? Before I could ask, she shoved a piece of paper in my face. It was the form that I had signed on the plane. It's too late, Stilton, you've already signed!" Penelope squeaked. I was beginning to get a terrible feeling in my stomach. I glanced at the form. It read: TO THE LAST WHISKER SURVIVAL SCHOOL

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choice. I'd have to make a run for it. But just as I turned to leave, Penelope grabbed me by the tail. "Get in the jeep, Stilton!" she ordered. Then she handed me a magnifying glass. "You haven't read the small print," she smirked. I read the last line on the form out loud. "Should I refuse to take part in the course or to obey Ms. Poisonfur, I promise to pay a fine of ONE M-M-M-M-MILLION dollars," I stammered. This was outrageous! "But I don't have one million dollars!" I cried. My paws were shaking. Penelope shot me an evil look. "Exactly!" she sneered. "NOW GET IN THAT JEEP!"

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I stumbled forward. I must be having a bad dream, I thought. I closed my eyes. But when I opened them, Ms. Poisonfur was glaring at me. My family watched as I climbed into the jeep. "Benjamin," I squeaked. "How could you trick me like this?" My favorite nephew had tears in his eyes. "Uncle, it's for your own good! I promise!" Thea nodded her head. "That's right," she chimed in. "You'll thank us." Trap winked at me. "The week will just fly by, you'll see!" he added. "Don't worry!" Ms. Poisonfur squeaked. Then she punched me hard in the shoulder. I winced. This was one tough mouse. "I'll fix you!" she sneered. "I'LL FIX YOU ALL RIGHT, STILTON!"