Pull the Dragon's Tooth! (Geronimo Stilton Micekings #3)

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by Geronimo Stilton


  Max and blew his

  stinky breath

  in the

  mouseking’s face.

  “We caught you, you moussseking

  troublemaker!” Magmar hissed. “You will

  be sssuch a tasssty

  sssnack!”

  He opened his jaws, ready to gobble up

  Max.

  “Ssstop!” roared Rocky. “That’sss not

  how you do it!”

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  No Mouseking Left Behind!

  “What do you mean?” Magmar asked.

  “You’re sssupposed to rinssse a

  moussseking before eating him!” Rocky

  insisted.

  Magmar shook his large head. “That’sss

  not right! You’ll wash off the flavor! I want

  to eat him now!”

  “You don’t know what you’re

  sssaying,”

  Rocky argued. “I worked in the dragon

  kitchen with

  Sssizzle,

  Gobbler’s cook.

  You mussst rinssse before eating.”

  Magmar tried to distract him. “What about

  those other micekings? Did they essscape?”

  We hadn’t. We were

  hiding

  behind some

  trees, trying to decide what to do.

  Rocky looked around. “They won’t get far.”

  “Ssso let’sss eat thisss one

  now,

  and then look for the othersss,” Magmar

  suggested.

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  “Fine!” growled

  Rocky, shooting FIRE

  from his nostrils. Then the

  two dragons flew off, carrying

  Max

  with them.

  “Go back to the drekar

  without me!”

  Max yelled bravely.

  What a hero! He was truly a

  fearless mouseking.

  They

  got

  him!

  Run!

  We’ll

  be

  back!

  No Mouseking Left Behind!

  Believe me, I wanted to RUN. But we

  couldn’t leave Max in the

  clutches

  of those terrible dragons. I glanced at my

  companions.

  Crusher, Smasher, and Sprainer are

  beefy, bold,

  and courageous,

  but without the guidance of Max Musclepaw

  they didn’t know what to do. And Trap is

  good with inventions, but he’s not exactly

  brave.

  It was up to me, the shrimpy smarty-

  mouseking, to save the day.

  “We will leave no mouseking behind!”

  I cried.

  The other micekings nodded.

  “I need your help,” I said. “Together we

  can do this.”

  Crusher, Smasher, and Sprainer’s eyes

  lit

  up.

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  No Mouseking Left Behind!

  “He’s right! We’ll

  crush

  them!” said

  Crusher.

  “We’ll smash them!” said Smasher.

  “We’ll

  sprain

  their tails!” said

  Sprainer.

  Only Trap seemed unsure. “Okay, but how

  will we find the dragons?”

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “I know what to do.”

  I had already come up with

  a

  mousetastic

  idea!

  What

  an

  idea!

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  ON THE DRAGONS’

  TRAIL

  I explained my plan, but my companions just

  LOOKED at me, confused.

  “Are you sure it will work?”

  Trap asked.

  My paws were shaking nervously as I

  replied, but I tried to sound confident. “Of

  course! If we climb up one of these trees, we

  will be able to see all of Gullet

  Valley.

  From there it will be easy to spot two

  ENORMOUSE dragons, and we can

  see where they’re taking Max.”

  Crusher, Smasher, and Sprainer were not

  convinced.

  “The BARK is too slippery!” said Crusher.

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  On the Dragons’ Trail

  “The TREES are too tall!” said Smasher.

  “We’ll need a really long ladder,”

  said Sprainer.

  I thought about it. “We will be the ladder,”

  I replied. “Each one of us can stand on

  the shoulders of the other. It’s like I said:

  Together we can do this!”

  Trap slapped me on the back with his paw.

  “Good idea, Cousin!”

  “I’ll be on the

  BOTTOM!”

  said Crusher.

  Let’s

  climb!

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  On the Dragons’ Trail

  “And you can go on the top, Geronimo!”

  Trap said.

  Only then did I understand the TROUBLE

  I had gotten myself into. My paws began to

  shake like a bowl of cheese curds.

  “B-but . . . but I’m afraid of heights!” I

  stammered. “Can’t one of you do it?”

  “You’re not making sense, Cousin,” Trap

  replied. “You couldn’t possibly hold up any

  of us with those shrimpy muscles of yours.

  You’ve got to climb to the top!”

  I sighed. It was my plan, after all, so

  I couldn’t back out. Besides, with each

  second that passed, Max Musclepaw was in

  DANGER of becoming

  dragon dinner!

  Smasher climbed on Crusher’s shoulders.

  Then Sprainer climbed on top of Smasher.

  Trap climbed on top of Sprainer. Then it was

  my turn.

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  It’s high up

  here!

  Hurry!

  Your turn!

  Do I

  have to?

  No

  kicking!

  I see them!

  I slowly began to climb. I have

  never been good at climbing tall trees.

  I’m not good at climbing short ones, either!

  One by one, I climbed up my companions.

  “Ouch! You stepped on my ear!”

  cried Crusher.

  “Ouch! Watch the whiskers!” cried

  Smasher.

  On the Dragons’ Trail

  “Ouch! No kicking!” cried Sprainer.

  Finally, I stepped onto Trap’s head and then

  climbed to the top of the tree.

  Holey cheese, what a view!

  A Sweet Plan

  From the top of the tree I could see all

  of Gullet Valley, from the green

  Elderberry Honey Woods all the way to the

  barren land of the dragons.

  “Can you see the dragons, Geronimo?”

  Trap yelled up to me.

  I scanned the scene. Mostly, allI could see

  were the thick forest trees. Then I spotted

  something: two balls of FIRE, followed by

  puffs of smoke. I yelled down to the others:

  “I see the dragons! They’re in a clearing

  north of here!”

  “Good job, Cousin! Come back down!”

  Trap yelled.

  This excited the other three micekings,

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  who started to

  pound the trunk

  of the tree with their

  paws.

  “We will crush them!”

  “We will smash

  them!”r />
  “We will sprain

  their tails!”

  The tree began to shake!

  I lost my grip and

  slid down the trunk.

  THUD! I landed

  on my tail. Trap

  helped me up.

  I’m

  sliiiiipping!

  “Now how are we supposed to free

  Max Musclepaw?” he asked.

  “Yes, how?” echoed Crusher, Smasher,

  and Sprainer.

  “I’m not sure yet,” I replied. “Let’s get a

  closer look at the situation.”

  I was deep in thought as we walked toward

  the clearing, and almost bumped into a

  beehive.

  “Watch it, Cousin!” Trap warned.

  “You don’t want to anger the brown

  bears again.”

  Crusty codfish, that was all we needed!

  Unless . . .

  An idea hit me. Another MOUSETASTIC

  idea!

  “Listen up, everyone,” I told the others.

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  Plop!

  “We can use the brown bears

  to chase away the

  dragons. We just have to make them

  believe that the dragons want to steal

  their honey!”

  I pushed on a tree trunk, trying to

  get a beehive to fall.

  But since I’m a shrimpy

  smarty-mouseking with

  puny muscles, I couldn’t

  move the tree even

  half a tail.

  Luckily,

  Crusher, Smasher, and

  Sprainer helped out.

  Plop!

  Plop!

  I’m too

  weak!

  A Sweet Plan

  A dozen beehives fell to the ground. The

  sweet smell of honey spread through the

  woods.

  A loud roar came from the bushes, and

  the big brown bears rushed out! They had

  A Sweet Plan

  fierce claws and jaws filled with

  sharp teeth! We grabbed the beehives

  and ran away as FAST as we could.

  The Charge of the

  Brown Bears

  When we reached the clearing, Rocky and

  Magmar were washing Max in a river along

  the rocky shore.

  “How many timesss do we have to rinssse

  this moussseking?” Magmar complained to

  Rocky. “I’m hungry!”

  Rocky lifted up the soggy mouseking.

  “Ssscrub under his pawsss a bit more,

  Magmar! You’ll sssee how tasssty he will

  be!”

  “Wouldn’t he be tassstier with sssome

  ssseasoning?” Magmar argued. “Like maybe

  a sssprinkle of hot pepper?”

  “No, he would not,” Rocky replied. “A

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  Put me down,

  you ugly lizards!

  SCRUB

  SCRUB

  fresh mouseking today is better than a

  COOKED one tomorrow!”

  My whiskers shivered in fright when I

  heard those words. But I had a MISSION

  to complete! I couldn’t turn back!

  Then the dragons spotted us. “LOOK,

  Magmar! The micekings have returned!”

  Ricky cried.

  “Sssweet!” hissed Magmar. “Now we can

  have desssert!”

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  The Charge of the Brown Bears

  I gathered my courage. “Micekings,

  prepare to attack. Now!” I yelled in a

  trembling voice.

  At that signal we all tossed our beehives

  at the two dragons. The hives burst

  open, covering the dragons in sticky

  honey.

  “I will gobble you all in one sssingle bite!”

  Magmar roared, lunging toward us.

  At that moment, the brown bears ran into

  the clearing. They were big, hungry,

  and . . .

  SOOO SPEEEEEEDY!

  Taken by surprise, Magmar and

  Rocky dropped Max. The mouseking quickly

  scurried off just as the bears jumped on the

  two dragons.

  Lick!

  Slurp!

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  Gobble!

  The Charge of the Brown Bears

  The bears began to eat the honey that was

  stuck to the dragons.

  “OUCH! These bearsss bite!” Rocky

  yelled.

  “Get them off me!” wailed Magmar.

  Trap taunted them. “Now you’ll learn not to

  mousenap any of us, you lousy

  lizards!” he called out.

  Trap was lucky that the dragons couldn’t

  chase him. They had too much honey

  stuck to their wings — and too many bears

  climbing on them!

  The bears pushed the dragons back one

  step . . . two steps . . . three steps . . .

  splaaash!

  Rocky and Magmar fell into the river!

  Everyone knows that dragons can’t stand

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  Mission accomplished!

  I’m free!

  They bite!

  Ouch!

  The Charge of the Brown Bears

  clean water. It washes off their terrible

  stench (which is terrible to everyone but

  them). It also makes their scales squeaky,

  and can give them colds!

  “Not freshwater!” Rocky wailed.

  They yelled and blew SMOKE out of their

  dripping nostrils. But the water washed

  Uh-oh!

  I’m falling!

  The Charge of the Brown Bears

  off the honey.

  We watched them, satisfied, as they flew

  away.

  MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

  Max Musclepaw RAN up to me.

  “Looks like I made you into a true

  macho mouseking, didn’t I, my shrimpy

  friend?” he asked.

  I nodded and held out my paw. “Thanks!”

  He shook it firmly. “I thought you were

  supposed to be a smarty-mouseking.

  The Charge of the Brown Bears

  I am the one who should be thanking you.

  You saved me!”

  Crusher, Smasher, and Sprainer lifted me

  above their heads.

  Hooray!

  Long live

  Geronimo!

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  The Charge of the Brown Bears

  “Hooray for Geronimo!”

  Then they tossed me in the air and cheered:

  “Hip, hip, hooray!”

  “Hip, hip, hooray!”

  “Hip, hip, hooray!”

  “Hip, hip, hooray!”

  I was so touched that I couldn’t squeak!

  Max looked like he might even cry.

  To hide his feelings, he THUNDERED,

  “Back to the drekar! True macho

  micekings never stop!”

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  My First

  Miceking Helmet!

  The return trip went smoothly, and we

  arrived in Mouseborg at sunset. The

  whole village was waiting for us.

  Sven ran to meet us. “So, smarty-

  mouseking,” he shouted, “did you manage

  to pull a dragon’s tooth?”

  Great groaning glaciers, we had

  forgotten!

  We were so worried about saving Max that

  we had forgotten about our final test!

  “Well, you s-s-see —” I stammered, afraid

  to answer.

  Max interrupted me.

  “Valiant Sven, we did not finish the test,”

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  My First Miceking Helmet!

  Max said. “Two dragons captured me.”

  Everyone gasped.

  “Max Musclepaw was captured?” asked

  one mouseking.

  “The hero who earned 1,753 helmets?”

  asked another.

  “How did he get free?” someone else asked.

  Max motioned for everyone to be silent.

  “I’m free thanks to Geronimo. He saved us

  all!” he announced.

  Sven patted me on the

  back. I“m proud

  of you!”

  It’s about

  time!

  My First Miceking Helmet!

  My nephew Benjamin pushed through

  the crowd. He threw his arms around my

  neck.

  “I knew you could do it, Uncle!” he

  cried.

  Thea and Trap hugged me, too. And

  then, the charming Thora approached.

  “You were so brave, Geronimo!” she said.

  Shivering squids! Thora had just

  You are a

  hero!

  Ummm . . .

  I . . .

  Well done,

  Cousin!

  Hooray!

  Yippee!

  Hee, hee!

  My First Miceking Helmet!

  called me BRAVE! I blushed from the tip

  of my tail to the tops of my ears.

  “Umm, actually, I didn’t really do anything

  s-s-special,” I stammered nervously.

  Thora shook her head. “You behaved like

  a real hero, Geronimo, even without a

  miceking helmet!”

  “That’s right!” Max interrupted. “A feat like

  that should be rewarded with a miceking

  helmet!”

  Sven nodded. “Micekings of Mouseborg,

  REJOICE! Geronimo will receive

  his first — and possibly last — miceking

  helmet!”

  Everyone let out a celebratory cheer.

  LONG LIVE GERONIMO!”

  HOORAY FOR THE SMARTY-MOUSEKING!”

  WE’RE ALL WITH YOU!”

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  My First Miceking Helmet!

  “We will celebrate with a lavish

  banquet!” Sven shouted. “And my wife,

  Mousehilde, will prepare

  gloog for the

  entire village!”

  Mousehilde nodded. “I will make a huge

  pot of gloog! And when it’s done, I’ll

 

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