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
Grandfather
william
stiltonix
robotix
benjamin
stiltonix
and
buGsy
wuGsy
Geronimo
stiltonix
traP
stiltonix
thea
stiltonix
Geronimo Stilton
SPACEMICE
WE’LL BITE
YOUR TAIL,
GERONIMO!
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e-ISBN 978-1-338-15920-2
Text by Geronimo Stilton
Original title E poi ti mordicchio la coda, Stiltonix!
Cover by Flavio Ferron
Illustrations by Giuseppe Facciotto (pencils), Carolina Livio (inks), and
Valeria Cairoli and Paolo Vicenzi (color)
Graphics by Marta Lorini
Special thanks to AnnMarie Anderson
Translated by Lidia Morson Tramontozzi
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!
a Quiet
afternoon
. . .
or was it?
It all started on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
I had promised my nephew Benjamin I
would take him to the premier of
The Fleeing
Spaceships
, the last movie in the
Lord of the
Asteroids
trilogy. This episode would finally
end the epic
search
for the lost asteroid!
Oops! I’m so sorry ... I forgot to introduce
myself. My name is Stiltonix,
Geronimo
Stiltonix
. I am the captain of the legendary
MouseStar 1, the most mousestastic
spaceship in the whole universe, though
writer
. But that’s another story!
Now, what was I squeaking about? Oh,
right! My nephew and I were so excited
to see the new 5-D
Lord of the Asteroids
movie, we got to the theater early.
“Look, Uncle G!” Benjamin exclaimed.
“There’s Trap,
Bugsy
Wugsy
, Thea,
Grandfather William, and
Sally
. Let’s sit
with them!”
From the Encyclopedia Galactica
5-D MEGA
MOUSERIFIC MOVIE
This five-dimensional movie
takes place in a special circular
screening room. Moviegoers
strap themselves into special
extra-comfy moving seats.
Then holograms seem to emerge
from the screen and float
around the room while
the superstellar surround-
sound system kicks into high gear.
Warning:
5-D mega
mouserific movies are not recommended for anyone
who is a jittery scaredy-mouse!
AAAAAAAHHH!!!
Mousey
meteorites!
Sally de Wrench was
the most fabumouse rodent in the
Cheddar
Galaxy
, and there was an empty seat right
next to her! I quickly headed for that
seat, but as I got closer, my paws became
mushier
than
melted
cheese
, my mouth
dried up, and I heard a strange
buzzing
in
my ears. I was galactically nervous! Luckily,
by the time I got to the seat, the lights had
dimmed and the first
hologram
had come
shooting out of the screen. I was about to
relax when
.
.
.
We heard a fur-raising scream that made
the room
tremble
.
“W-what was that?” I stammered.
“It sounded like it came from Professor
Greenfur’s cabin next door!” Sally exclaimed.
We rushed out of the movie and went to
check on the professor. When he opened his
door, we were
stunned
.
“Professor Greenfur, w-what happened?”
I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied
sadly
. “When
I looked in the mirror, this is what I saw!”
“You’re orange!” squeaked Benjamin.
Shooting stars!
In case
you don’t know, true
to his name, the
professor’s fur
is usually
green
!
But now he was
more
ORANGE
than an apricot
from Uranus.
“Did you eat an
alien
dish
What’s
happening
to
me?
at the Space Yum Café?” Trap asked.
“Sometimes Cook Squizzy puts in too many
space spices
.
.
.”
“Are you
working too hard
?”
bellowed Grandfather William. “Lack of
sleep can make you sick!”
“Maybe you used a new soap or cream?”
Thea suggested. “One time, my fur got the
craziest
pink
spots
. . .”
Professor Greenfur shook his head.
“Nope,” he replied, dejected. “I haven’t
done anything out of the ordinary.”
Holey craters!
We had to figure out
what was causing his STRANGE condition!
Benjamin and Bugsy Wugsy scurried to the
control room
. They used the ship’s
onboard computer, Hologramix, to search
for any available information on the planet
Photosyntheson
, which is
where Professor Greenfur was born.
The rest of us stayed with the scientist,
hoping to distract him a bit.
“How are you
feeling
?” asked Trap.
“Are you hungry
?”
“Actually, yes,” the professor replied.
“Now that you mention it, I’m cosmically
hungry. I could really go for some
soup
!”
“Excellent choice!” Trap replied. “I’ll call
Squizzy on my wristwatch phone and I’ll ask
him to prepare some whisker-licking good
Martian ginger
soup for you. You’ll
love it!”
Then we hopped in an astrotaxi and
headed to the
Space
Yum
Café
.
When we got there, Cook Squizzy came out
to meet us. He was carrying a gigantic pot of
orange
soup.
“Martian ginger soup is the best remedy
for
itching
caused by Venus allergies,
nausea from hyperspace jumping, and space
fevers!” he squeaked.
Then he filled a huge bowl and motioned
to Professor Greenfur to drink it up. We
stared open-mouthed as the scientist drank
the entire
bowl
in one gulp.
“Ahhhh!” Professor Greenfur sighed.
“That was truly
mouserific
. Thank you!”
But unfortunately, nothing happened. The
professor was still
orange
!
“I should have put in more
molded
space
cheese
,” Cook Squizzy said sadly.
“Of course not,
Squizzy
,” Thea said,
smiling. “Even if your soup didn’t cure him,
I’m sure it made Professor Greenfur feel a
little
better
. Right?”
“I’m not sure,” he answered slowly.
“Maybe I should move around a little to
Slurp!
help my digestion. I’m feeling
bloated
.”
“Don’t worry,” my sister said. “I have the
answer!”
Then she had dragged us all to the
multipurpose technogym
.
“You can do all the moving around you
want right here!” she squeaked happily.
“Grandson, you should
join
him!” my
grandfather suggested immediately. “You
should really be exercising more often. I
want you to be in tip-top shape, just like a
real
captain
!”
“I
am
a real captain,” I protested. “And I
exercise plenty. Plus, I feel
great
!”
But putting up a fight was
useless
.
An astrosecond later, I found myself
running alongside Professor Greenfur
on the galactic
treadmill
. After that, we
did
abdominal
crunches
. Finally,
Grandfather William had
us each do one hundred
push-ups
.
Galactic Gorgonzola!
It was
hard work
!
After all that exercising,
Professor Greenfur was
still as
orange
as ever!
“How do you feel now?”
my sister asked hopefully.
“Any different?”
“Yes,” he replied,
gasping for air. “I feel
sore
all
over
!
What I need now is a
massage
!”
“I have the perfect
solution,” Sally explained.
“The
massagemousix
.
50,
51,
52
.
.
.
Faster!
Puff
.
.
.
Pant
.
.
.
It’s a device that gives the most
mousetastic massages in the
solar system
!
After spending a day fixing motors, a
massagemousix treatment always makes me
feel
AMAZING
.”
“
Excellent!
” squeaked an exhausted-
looking Professor Greenfur.
Sally led the professor into a small room
just off the technogym and had him lie down
on a high-tech table.
When the Professor activated the
massagemousix,
four
long
mechanical
arms
popped out and began to vigorously
massage
his sore body.
There was an empty spot right next to
the professor. I was about to ask Sally if I
could try the massagemousix myself when
my cousin dove for the table.
“I could really use a good massage!” he
squeaked
. “Geronimo, watching you and
the professor work out was
exhausting
!
In fact, I could really go for an
energizing
four-cheese shake from
Uranus. Geronimo, could you grab one for
me from the Space Yum Café?”
Shooting
stars!
My cousin was
TOO
MUCH
!
Er
.
.
.
How
relaxing!
I was about to tell him I absolutely would
not fetch him a cheese shake when I heard
my nephew Benjamin’s sweet voice.
“Uncle G!” he squeaked excitedly.
“Bugsy and I found a ton of USEFUL
INFORMATION! And we know why
Professor Greenfur turned orange!”
don’t just
stand there!
“Bugsy Wugsy and I did some research
in the
Encyclopedia Galactica
,” Benjamin
explained.
“We discovered that
plant
mouseoids
from Photosyntheson turn orange when
From the Encyclopedia Galactica
PHOTOSYNTHESONS
Photosynthesons are plant
mouseoids born on the planet
Photosyntheson
. These
green creatures have a special
bond with their home planet
for their entire life. No matter
how far away they are, if
danger threatens their native
land, they turn
orange
.
something’s wrong on their home planet,”
Bugsy Wugsy added.
“A problem on
Photosyntheson
?”
Professor Greenfur whispered, alarmed. “I
left the planet with my parents when I was
very little, but I have to go back to help!”