“Um, no, I don’t think so,” said Turbo, gathering up his courage. “It’s late, it’s dark, and I’m tired. I don’t feel like playing. I’ll play with you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow I’ll be tired.” Franny yawned, showing off her mouthful of very large, very sharp white teeth. “I want to play now.”

Turbo suddenly realized that he was in his hamster cage, and Franny was outside it. He was perfectly safe! He puffed out his chest. “No, Franny,” he said firmly.

Then Turbo watched in horror as Franny’s paw reached down, and with a flick of a claw, popped open the cage door.

“Hide-and-seek. I’m going to count to ten, and then I’ll come get you,” Franny said with a purr.

Above him, Turbo could hear Franny start counting. He’d been in some tight spots before, but nothing quite like this. He glanced over at where he kept his cape and goggles. He reached for them.

“. . . nine, ten!” Franny finished counting. “Ready or not, here I come.”

Franny reached her paw into Turbo’s cage. It got closer and closer . . . and closer! And then, at the last possible second, Super Turbo bolted out the door of his cage as fast as he could. He grabbed his pink ribbon and used it to swing off the dresser and onto the floor.

As soon as Super Turbo hit the ground, he started running as fast as his hamster feet could carry him. He had to get out of there!