Mousemobile by Prudence Breitrose

Author:Prudence Breitrose
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction - Young Adult
Publisher: Disney Book Group

Megan felt the urge to go into a joyous greeting huddle with Jake and Joey too, but she wasn’t sure how they would take it, so she made do with a huge grin at Joey in the back seat.

“Are we ever glad to see you!” she said. “We’ve had a hard day.”

“You think you’ve had a hard day?” Joey said. “How about flying for about fifty hours without any real food?”

“Sorry about that,” said Uncle Fred. “We can explain. Most of it, that is.”

The comfort huddle on the dashboard ended, and Julia ran up Jake’s arm to nuzzle him, while Curly did the same to Uncle Fred, then to Megan. Only Larry stayed on the dashboard, radiating sadness or sickness or something, looking almost like a mouse skin that was only half filled, floppy and heartbroken.

“Larry took it real hard,” said Jake, reaching out to tickle him behind an ear. “That game. Much harder than we did. Hey, cheer up, big guy. It’s not like it was your fault.”

That was absolutely the wrong thing to say, apparently, because Larry sat upright just long enough to make the unmistakable signs for “Me bad” (you point the left paw at yourself and shake your head).

“Nice, Dad,” said Joey. “Curly sent me an e-mail about it. Larry thinks it was his fault. He’d scouted the other team and he knew they’d get some hits off Sean unless he kept his pitches real low and inside. He thinks he should have gotten word to our bench somehow.”

“Oh, come on, Larry!” said Jake. “Look, if Darren hadn’t been caught stealing, and if Frankie’d made that tag… Maybe Trey can cheer you up. Help you get things in perspective. Hey, where is Trey?”

“He’s still in the…in that gas-guzzler,” said Uncle Fred.

“Why on earth are you driving that thing, anyway?” asked Jake. “What, probably seven miles to the gallon? And why’s Trey in there all alone?”

“Alone?” replied Uncle Fred with a short, barking sort of laugh. He swiveled to look at Megan.

“Shall we tell them?” he asked. “How lonely Trey is?”

Megan grinned. “Let’s just show them.”

Joey collected Curly and Larry, and Megan held Julia high as she led the way back through the leaping cats to the Mousemobile. Uncle Fred blocked off the door while Megan opened it and stood back so Joey and Jake could go in ahead of her.

And stifle EEEKs at the sight of more mice than they’d ever seen or imagined—more than the world had ever seen or imagined—in one vehicle.

“I told you!” said Uncle Fred. “Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”

Actually the scene blew Megan’s mind a bit too, because while the humans were in the Prius, the Big Cheese had set up a replica of the conference room at Headquarters—or as close as he could get, under the circumstances.

He was waiting on the Mousemobile’s little dining table, with Sir Quentin at his side and the Mouse Council arranged in a semicircle around him. To their left was the Youth Chorus, which must have been busy with secret rehearsals on the long drive north.

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