03-THE MOST WANTED MOUSE

THE MOST WANTED MOUSE Trap's latest brilliant idea came from a TELEVISION show. "I saw this great show last night. It was one of those real-life mysteries," he began. "It took place in the southern seas, near the Claw Islands. Someone had

spotted an island all covered in silver! And unlike most islands, this one seems to be moving! We should go looking for it!" "Not on your life!" I shrieked. "You know I HATE traveling." Trap gave me a SLY smile. "Just think about it. A little disappearing act might be good for you," he advised. "Did you know the Viking Rats football team is lined up outside? They haven't looked this angry

since they lost the Super Mouse Bowl. Plus, the mayor has put you on the Most Wanted list. I passed ten policemice on my way here. One was sharpening his teeth with a cheese shredder! "Besides, think about the mysterious island," he murmured. "My whiskers are standing on end just thinking about all that silver! Thea and Benjamin have already agreed to come." Just then, the door flew Open. It was my sister, Thea. "Do you know that the YELLOW PAGES are all wrong?" she squeaked. "I just called the

GRAND CHEDDAR HOTEL to book a weekend with my new sweetie pie. I got Ratcatraz Prison instead. They offered me two rooms with a view of the barbed wire fence!" I couldn't help but giggle. My sister goes through sweetie pies the way a starving rat goes through a plate of nachos! "It's not funny, furbrain!" my sister scolded me. Suddenly, a messenger mouse rushed in with the six cups of warm milk and the soothing yoga tape I had just ordered. "Um, Mr. Stilton," he interrupted. "Did you know you've switched the number for PIZZA MOUSE with the one for BENT WHISKERS MEMORIAL? Last night, I ordered a pizza and got an ambulance instead. The

hospital wants to sue you for damages!" Just then, my young nephew Benjamin raced through the door. "Uncle, Uncle, I have to tell you something very important!" he cried. "I checked your phone book, and it's full of mistakes! My school is getting lots of calls asking for a tattoo parlor. Uncle, do you think I should get a tattoo? By the way, the principal said he wants to speak with you." I closed my eyes and counted the holes in a slice of Swiss. Then I stood up. "All right! You win!" I told Trap. "Let's go! Now!"