25-PIZZAS GALORE!

PIZZAS GALORE! Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong The clock was chiming. I counted. Twelve chimes. It was already midnight again! I sniffed the air. What was that awful smell? Thick smoke was coming from the kitchen! I waved frantically to my cousin. He got the message, kissed Snobella's paw, and was gone. "Where did he go? He just disappeared! That rodent is so mysterious!" gossiped the guests. In the kitchen, my cousin was busy yanking open the oven. Clouds of black smoke filled the room. "Well, this is just

great!" Trap shrieked. For some reason, he seemed to be glaring at me. "I should have known I couldn't trust you, Geronimo!" he squeaked. "The bloodsucker pie is burned because you didn't get me in time. The piranha soup is ruined because you let me drop it on the floor. Even my special dessert is a disaster, thanks to you, Geronimo!" He pointed to a small empty cage. "You even let the dragonflies fly away!" he yelled. I was furious. I was not about to take the blame for this one. I had to stand up for myself. "What are you talking about?" I started. "What has your menu got to do with me?"

But Trap wasn't listening. "Geronimo didn't mess up the whole meal though, right? It can't be that bad," Thea added. I groaned. Why do I always get blamed for everything? My cousin hopped around the kitchen like a wild rat. "Not so bad!" he squeaked. "Would you like to tell the three hundred and forty- seven guests that they can chew their nails for dinner? I mean, what can I make at this hour? All I have left is some tomato sauce, some FLOUR, some olive oil..." Suddenly, Trap's eyes lit up. "I've got it!" he cried. "I'll make a PIZZA!"

Benjamin tugged at Trap's sleeve. "But what about the cheese, Uncle?" he asked. My cousin grinned. He had a plan. A plan to make some very unusual pizzas. With the oven fired up, we began cramming in pizza after pizza at breakneck speed. Trap hummed a happy tune as he threw the rounded pizza dough into the air. I must admit, he was pretty good at it. I decided to go check on the situation in the ballroom. The guests had the hungry look of mice who had been dancing for hours. They drummed the table impatiently with their paws. Their eyes were focused on the door that

led to the kitchen. Just then, Trap gave me the signal. I bowed to Count Vlad. "Dinner is served!" I announced. At that moment, the door flew open. Benjamin rolled in a cart loaded with pizzas. The guests licked their whiskers. The pizzas had very special toppings. There, were pureed ants, spiey earthworms, broiled bumblebees, and more! "Pizzas?" the guests murmured. "Never tasted one before ... but these are delicious!" The meal was a huge success. "Whose idea was it? Who made these wonderful things?" the guests asked. Everyone wanted to know.

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