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then we’ll anchor by the island,” he decided.

I grabbed Bouncer’s paw. “What are we

going to do now?” I whispered. Something

told me these rodents weren’t looking to

make friends.

Bouncer was gnawing away on a hunk of

pineapple. “I can always give them the old

Bouncer Treatment, Mousey Mouse,” he

offered.

I chewed my whiskers. “The old

Bouncer TreaTmenT?” I asked.

“Sure,” Bouncer snickered. “First I tie

up their whiskers. Then I shave off

their fur. Then . . .”

I quickly shook my head. I wasn’t into

violence. That’s no way to solve a problem.

“We just need to get them off the island,” I

told Bouncer.