06-THREE CHEERS FOR THE BLACK BANDIT!

THREE CHEERS FOR THE BLACK BANDIT! The nasty cat who had captured us was pushing us down a hallway. He stopped now and then to prick our tails with the point of his sword. "Forward, you rodents!" he commanded. "You must pay your respects to His Excellency, Prince of All Pirates, Grand Duke of Deadly Deeds, Earl of Evil Matters, and let's not forget Baron of Broken Bones... the one and only Black Bandit!" He meowed solemnly. My cousin put his paws on his hips. "So this prince character is your boss?" he scoffed. "Sounds like he

needs to pick one name and stick with it! For your information, my name is TRAP: T as in TAKE THAT, YOU CRAZY CAT! R as in RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! A as in ATTENTION, EVERYONE: HERE I COME! P as in PAWS OFF IF YOU WANT TO LIVE! The cat sneered. "The Black Bandit will soon wipe that grin off your snout," he told my cousin. Trap just yawned and looked bored. He was a braver mouse than I. I was quaking in my Mouse Jordans! Meanwhile, we had reached an enormous dining room.

More than one hundred cats were stuffing their furry faces with food. At the head of the table sat a black cat. His fur was as black as a mouse hole at night. His long whiskers were dusted with golden powder. He wore a cape of black silk and a large black hat with a golden feather on top. His shiny boots were decorated with buckles that jingled at his every step. In short, he was the most terrifying creature I'd ever laid eyes on. But it got worse. Under his belt he carried a razor-sharp sword. And even scarier than that was the cat's right paw. It was a horrifying silver hook! Prince speared an apple, threw it in the air, and cut it up with his sword. Then he caught it in midair with his silver hook.

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"Three cheers for Prince, three cheers for the Black Bandit!" the cats roared as one. "Hip, hip, meow! Hip, hip, meow! Hip, hip, meow!" With a grunt of approval, the Black Bandit sat down in his armchair. Then he noticed us. The other cats stood up. "Mice! Mice!" they purred, licking their whiskers. The Black Bandit stared straight into my eyes. One of his eyes was yellow and the other was green. It gave me the creeps. Like the time I met that circus mouse with two tails. "Silence!" the Bandit cried, waving his hook in the air. Everyone was silent. He lifted my chin with his sharp claw. "Well, well, well," he hissed in a grim

voice. "What do we have here?" I coughed. His breath smelled worse than a bucket of moldy cheese! Suddenly, a tomcat dressed in bright yellow leaped into the air and raced over to a jar full of pickled snails. Then he began giggling like a kitten on his first trip to the fish market. There was a crazy look in his eyes.