24-I AM ON MY WAY!

I AM ON MY WAY! Trap spent the night watching videos of Sally. He practiced her walk. He practiced her voice. He even practiced her nasty sneer. The next morning, we left for The Daily Rat. I was more nervous than a mouselet on his first day at squeaking school. Would our plan to win back The Rodent's Gazette work? Thea parked her car by the entrance. Then Benjamin called Sally on Thea's cell phone. He told her he was a big fan. "In fact, I have started a FAN CLUB in your honor," my nephew squeaked. "We are throwing a party for you right now. Listen to the crowd!"

Benjamin held out the phone. The rest of us screamed and cheered. "Ratmousen rules! Stilton stinks!" we shrieked. My nephew grinned. "I hope you'll join us, Ms. Ratmousen," he said. "We're at 35 Cheddar Court." There was silence on the line. I held my breath. Would Sally buy our story? It was pretty unbelievable. Who would throw a party for a rotten mouse like Sally? "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint my fans!" Sally finally answered. "I'm on my way!" Who would buy our unbelievable story? A rotten mouse named Sally Ratmousent!