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by Geronimo Stilton




  My dear mouse friends,

  Have I ever told you how much I love science

  fiction? I’ve always wanted to write incredible

  adventures set in another dimension, but I’ve never

  believed that parallel universes exist . . . until now!

  That’s because my good friend Professor Paws

  von Volt, the brilliant, secretive scientist, has

  just made an incredible discovery. Thanks to some

  mousetropic calculations, he determined that there

  are many different dimensions in time and space,

  where anything could be possible.

  The professor’s work inspired me to write this

  science fiction adventure in which my family and I

  travel through space

  in search of new worlds.

  We’re a fabumouse crew:

  the spacemice!

  I hope you enjoy this

  intergalactic adventure!

  PROFESSOR

  Paws von volt

  Geronimo Stilton

  THE SPACEMICE

  GERONIMO

  STILTONIX

  TRAP

  STILTONIX

  THEA

  STILTONIX

  GRANDFATHER

  WILLIAM

  STILTONIX

  ROBOTIX

  BENJAMIN

  STILTONIX

  AND

  BUGSY

  WUGSY

  Geronimo Stilton

  SPACEMICE

  PIRATE SPACECAT

  ATTACK

  Scholastic Inc.

  Copyright © 2015 by Edizioni Piemme S.p.A., Palazzo Mondadori, Via

  Mondadori 1, 20090 Segrate, Italy. International Rights © Atlantyca

  S.p.A. English translation © 2017 by Atlantyca S.p.A.

  The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any

  responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

  GERONIMO STILTON names, characters, and related indicia are copyright,

  trademark, and exclusive license of Atlantyca S.p.A. All rights reserved.

  The moral right of the author has been asserted. Based on an original

  idea by Elisabetta Dami. www.geronimostilton.com

  Published by Scholastic Inc., Publishers since 1920,

  557 Broadway, New

  York, NY 10012. SCHOLASTIC and associated logos are trademarks

  and/or registered trademarks of Scholastic Inc.

  Stilton is the name of a famous English cheese. It is a registered trademark

  of the Stilton Cheese Makers’ Association. For more information, go to

  www.stiltoncheese.com.

  All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright

  Conventions. No part of this publication may be reproduced, trans-

  mitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or

  introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form

  or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or here-

  after invented, without the express written permission of the publisher.

  For information regarding permission, please contact Atlantyca S.p.A.,

  Via Leopardi 8, 20123 Milan, Italy; e-mail [email protected],

  www.atlantyca.com.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents

  are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously,

  and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business

  establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  e-ISBN 978-1-338-08861-8

  Text by Geronimo Stilton

  Original title Sfida stellare all’ultimo baffo

  Cover by Flavio Ferron

  Illustrations by Giuseppe Facciotto (design) and Daniele Verzini (color)

  Graphics by Michela Battaglin

  Special thanks to AnnMarie Anderson

  Translated by Anna Pizzelli

  Interior design by Kevin Callahan / BNGO Books

  First printing 2017

  In the darkness of the farthest galaxy in

  time and space is a spaceship inhabited

  exclusively by mice.

  This fabumouse vessel is called the

  MouseStar 1, and I am its captain!

  I am Geronimo Stiltonix

  , a somewhat

  accident-prone mouse who (to tell you

  the truth) would rather be writing novels

  than steering a spaceship.

  But for now, my adventurous

  family and I are busy

  traveling around the universe

  on exciting intergalactic missions.

  THIS IS THE

  LATEST ADVENTURE

  OF THE SPACEMICE!

  Super-mega-

  cosmically Late!

  It all started one quiet morning aboard

  the

  MouseStar

  1

  , the most mouserific

  spaceship in the universe. I was asleep,

  dreaming a wonderful dream: My book, The

  Spacemouse’s Guide to the Galaxy, was

  receiving the prestigious

  Intergalactic

  Literature Award!

  I stood on the stage as aliens from every

  corner of the solar system clapped and

  shook

  their antennae in my

  honor

  . . .

  Galactic Gorgonzola, my whiskers were

  trembling

  with happiness!

  The head judge was walking toward me

  with the award. I extended my paw to accept

  it, when —

  Zzz

  . . .

  Zzz

  . . .

  Zzz

  . . .

  I woke to the sound of my blaring alarm

  clock. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the head

  judge standing in front of me. Instead, it

  was

  Assistatrix, my personal assistant

  robot.

  “Good morning, Captain!” Assistatrix

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  exclaimed. It is time to get up! “It is ten

  twenty-seven


  Intergalactic

  Time

  .”

  “You couldn’t have waited five more

  minutes?” I mumbled irritably. “I was in the

  middle of the

  best

  dream . . .

  Martian

  mozzarella!

  It’s already ten twenty-

  seven ?!”

  “Well, it is now ten twenty-eight, to be

  Martian

  mozzarella!

  exact,” Assistatrix replied. “It’s time to—”

  “

  Get

  up!

  ” I squeaked. “I know! But

  you were supposed to wake me at eight!

  What happened?”

  “Hologramix gave me the order to

  reset

  your alarm clock,” Assistatrix replied.

  “

  Hologramix

  gave you an order?”

  I asked, surprised. “Since when is the ship’s

  computer giving you orders?! The last time

  I checked, I was the captain.”

  Oops, I almost forgot to introduce myself!

  My name is Stiltonix,

  Geronimo

  Stiltonix

  ,

  and I am the captain of the MouseStar 1.

  And that morning I was

  super-mega-

  cosmically

  late!

  “Assistatrix, get my breakfast, please.”

  I

  ran

  to my closet. I had to get dressed!

  Where’s My

  Uniform?

  My automated

  stylist

  greeted me when I

  opened my closet door.

  “Good morning, Trap!”

  Mousey meteorites, had I heard that

  correctly?

  “Um . . .

  EXCUSE

  ME

  ,” I said. “What did

  you call me?”

  “Trap Stiltonix!” the stylist replied.

  “But my name isn’t Trap!” I squeaked,

  confused

  . “Trap is my cousin!”

  “

  Ha,

  ha,

  ha!

  ” my stylist chuckled. “You’re

  so funny. You always want to joke around!”

  Joke around? What was my stylist

  squeaking

  about?

  “But I’m the captain of this ship,” I

  But i'm

  not Trap!

  Here is your

  uniform, Trap!

  protested. “My name is Geron —”

  Before I could finish, the stylist handed

  me a

  uniform

  .

  “Enough

  joking

  !” my stylist ordered.

  “Here is your uniform. Now get dressed!”

  I was

  super

  -

  mega

  -

  cosmically

  late, so I

  didn’t have time to argue. Instead, I slipped

  one paw in one leg of the uniform and

  another in the arm . . . but the uniform was

  enormouse

  !

  Holey

  craters

  , it wasn’t my uniform.

  It was my cousin Trap’s!

  “This isn’t mine,” I said quickly. “Where’s

  my captain’s uniform?”

  “You would

  love

  to be the captain,

  wouldn’t you?” my stylist replied, sounding

  annoyed.

  “

  I

  am

  the

  captain!

  ”

  I squeaked in

  frustration. What in the name of

  space

  cheese was going on?

  “Ha, ha, ha!” the stylist chuckled. “You’re

  such a jokester, Trap. But enough now. It’s

  time to get dressed!”

  At that moment, Assistatrix returned with

  my

  breakfast

  .

  “Here you are, Captain!”

  “Finally, good news!” I cheered. But a

  M-motor

  oil?!

  second later I

  smelled

  a strange odor.

  “What is this?” I asked as

  I stirred the

  STRANGE

  greenish liquid in the

  bowl Assistatrix had

  delivered.

  “It’s your

  motor

  oil

  , Captain!” the

  robot replied.

  “M-motor oil?!” I

  exclaimed. “What

  are you squeaking

  about? I

  always

  have a cup of hot cheese

  in the morning!”

  “

  Not

  today,

  Captain!

  ” Assistatrix said.

  “Oh, I get it!” I said with a laugh. “This is

  all a big joke. You’re

  kidding

  me, right?

  Is today Furry Fool’s Day?”

  “No, this is not a

  joke

  ,” Assistatrix

  B-but . . .

  I have to

  go now!

  W

  H

  I

  R

  R

  replied. “The menu I received today from

  Hologramix is quite clear: Your breakfast is

  motor

  oil

  .”

  Galactic Gorgonzola!

  What was

  going on? Since when did Hologramix

  choose my breakfast?

  “Please excuse me, but I really have to

  go

  now,” Assistatrix said. Before I could squeak

  a word, my

  personal

  assistant

  robot

  turned around and left.

  What Are You

  Doing Here,

  Captain?

  I decided to head straight to the

  control

  room

  . I had to figure out what was going

  on! I hurried to the

  liftrix

  . Then I stepped

  inside and pressed the button for the control

  room. But instead of whisking me

  up

  , a

  powerful jet of air pushed me

  down

  !

  From the Encyclopedia Galactica

  LIFTRIX

  The liftrix is the fastest and most

  comfortable way to move around

  inside a spaceship. It’s a glass tube

  that sucks up the passenger in a

  strong blast of air, carrying the

  spacemouse to the requested level

  of the ship.

  Ouch!

  Stinky

  space

  cheese

  ,

  where was the liftrix

  taking me? A chill ran

  down my tail. Then,

  suddenly:

  Boom!

  I landed in something

  soft but stinky. It was a

  mountain of

  dirty

  clothes! I was in the

  laundry

  room

  !

  I tried to get up, but instead felt my fur

  being

  pulled

  toward a giant galactic

  washing machine.

  slurp . . . Blurp . . . Vrooooom!

  The machine was

  sucking

  up

  all the

  dirty clothes, and I was next!


  MARTIAN

  MOZZARELLA!

  I squeezed my eyes shut,

  preparing for the worst . . . when someone

  suddenly grabbed me by the

  paw

  and

  dragged me away from the washing machine.

  I opened my eyes to see

  Robotix

  , the

  MouseStar 1’s multipurpose robot.

  Heeeelp!

  “

  Captain

  , what are you doing here?”

  Robotix asked. “Everyone is waiting for you

  in the control room! The ship is experiencing

  some

  technical

  problems.”

  “Yes, I noticed!” I replied. “My

  ALARM

  CLOCK

  went off late, my stylist handed

  me the wrong uniform, I had

  motor

  oil

  for breakfast, and the liftrix tossed me

  down here instead of taking me to the

  control room!”

  “Don’t worry, Captain Stiltonix,”

  Robotix replied. “I’ll take care of everything!”

  In a

  solar

  minute

  , he had untangled me

  from the dirty clothes. Together, we headed

  toward the control room.

  But as we walked through a pair of

  automatic

  doors, they closed suddenly.

  Robotix was trapped between them!

  Solar-smoked Gouda!

  What was going on?

  Robotix managed to yank himself free and

  we continued walking. But the next set of

  automatic

  doors also closed suddenly

  —

  right on my tail.

  Ouch!

  Next we came to a vertical

  sliding door. We

  pressed the red

  button to open

  it, but the door

  only raised a

  tiny

  bit. Robotix and I

  Help!

  Oof!

  Ouch!

  had no choice: We

  slithered under it like

  two

  astroslugs

  from

  planet Slothus.

  When we saw the door to the

  control room, we

  breathed

  a

  sigh of relief: We had finally arrived!

  S

  W

  I

  S

  H

  H

  H

  Everything’s

  Gone Haywire!

  Inside the control room, it was complete

  mayhem

  . The equipment was making

  weird sounds,

  screens

  were turning

  on and off on their own, and the crew looked

  more stressed than a bunch of elfix on the

  Night of the Dancing Stars

  *

  !

  No one even noticed me — well, except

 

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