A/N: I am back! I told ya I'll be back! Heheh, wassup bros and gals? Malaysianpro here! Here to bring you a Christmas special! Wait, is it too late for me? Nah! I hope you guys enjoy this! And if you're a new reader and just about to understand the canon of this series, feel free to check out my previous works. Bahye!
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Geronimo Stilton: Interpol-The Christmas Chase
Chapter 1
Malk
The Arif Estate, 107 Richmond Drive
Quarter mile outside of New Mouse City
Wednesday, December 24, 2013 (Christmas Eve)
7.30 p.m.
It has been a few months since my last and first big adventure with the Gazette gang. I've settled in my new home, stored all the cars that went loose all over New Mouse City, and had built all my essentials into my house by myself in in only a few months.
It was Christmas Day, the outside was snowing and I was enjoying hot chocolate alone in my new mansion's living room as I saw the snowplow drove by on the street, clearing up the snow on the road. My fireplace was lit, I sat by the fire on my easy chair, feeling cozy as the red sweater that Aunt Sweetfur knitted kept my body temperature at a constant thirty-four degrees Celsius.
Don't ask me why, but only my mansion and in the street and possibly the only home in NMC that wasn't decorated with lights, reindeers, or any other Christmas decorations. It's because I don't celebrate Christmas. I'll give you a hint: I'm a Malaysian. Please don't hate me for this.
And do pardon me for not doing an intro of myself. My name is Danial Arif, a 14-year old multi-billionaire former software designer for Apple Inc., video games developer, an Interpol Junior Special Agent, and a special corespondent for NMC's most 'famouse' newspaper and media, The Rodent's Gazette, a subsidiary of the Stilton Media Group. I'm also an orphan and the first human to ever reside in the city.
Just this morning, my friends and I at the Gazette were having a dilemma, over just how to say the word 'milk'. The next lines you'll read are wrote in dialogue form.
Break room, The Rodent's Gazette
10.45 a.m.
(Thea rummages through the fridge to find something to drink while Danny and Trap sit at the break table in front of the fridge.)
Danny: Hey Trap, do we have something for me to drink?
Trap: Yeah, in the fridge. (Points at fridge)
Danny: Hey Thea, grab me a glass of milk. (Pronounced as malk)
Thea: We don't have any 'malk', but I can get you some 'milk'. (Turns to Danny)
Trap: That's...what he just said.
Danny: Yeah, I just want some malk.
Thea: (Closes fridge and turns to the two) Nah, you're saying it wrong; you're saying 'MALK' like its a disease.
Trap: (Giggles) How do you say it?
Thea: (Leans on fridge with can of Mountain Dew in paw) I'm saying it like everyone oughta say it, 'milk', M-I-L-K.
Trap: Yeah, like two percent.
Danny: Yeah, like wholemalk.
Thea: N-n-n-no, say 'milkshake'.
Danny: (Shrugs) Milkshake. (Pronounces normally)
Thea: Now say, 'milk'.
Danny: (Shrugging) Malk.
Thea: (Stares at Danny, felling annoyed. Then turns to Trap) Are you hearing this? (Extends arm to Danny)
Trap: Yeah. The man wants a glass of 'maulk'.
Thea: (Drops arm in disgust) Mulk?
Trap: GIVE HIM THE MAULK, THEA! (Imperiously demands)
Geronimo: (Steps into the break room and interrupts) Trap, inside voices please.
Trap: Sorry, G... (Geronimo walks out, holding temples)
Danny: (Yells) THEA! POUR ME, A GLASS, OF MALK!
Thea: Why are you yelling at me?
Trap: Just give him the freakin' maulk!
Thea: You're not even saying the same thing!
Danny: We're all saying malk, THEA!
Thea: You're saying malk! (Points to Trap) You're saying-
Trap: (Screams annoyingly) MAAALK!
Danny: MALK!
Trap: MAAALLK!
Danny: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLK-
Thea: (Annoyed, pulls out gun, points to both) SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! (Points gun to head)
(Trap and Danny both pull out their guns)
Trap: Put the gun down, Thea!
Danny: Don't-don't do it, Thea!
Thea: You're gonna shoot me if I shoot myself? THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!
(Trap and Danny glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. Points own guns to heads)
Danny: PUT THE GUN DOWN!
Thea: PUT YOUR GUNS AWAY!
Trap: THEA, PUT IT DOWN, NOW! (Sobbing)
Thea: I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF OVER THIS!
Danny: (Sobbing) YOU'RE LIKE A SISTER TO ME!
Thea: PUT YOUR GUN DOWN!
Danny: YOUR PAW IS LIKE A SISTER TO ME!
Thea: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!
"Then we pull the trigger. All of us," Thea suggested over the phone.
I was communicating with my headset. "No! We are not gonna film something like that," I rejected, opening the oven door in the kitchen to check on my meatloaf that I've been baking. It was at least half as big as a microwave oven.
"Why not?"
"It so...dark. I don't know. Besides, I'm not sure that it'll get a lot of hits," I said, getting up and setting the meatloaf on the kitchen counter.
"And why is that?"
"Um...hello? Guns? Suicide? Don't ya think its kinda content sensitive?" I reminded, taking off my oven mits.
"Danny, relax. Our web show only consist of adult viewers."
"And how will we take criticism if we receive some from parents?"
"We won't, like I said. Don't worry."
"Look, man. I'll take that in consideration and I maybe make some adjustments and changes to that." Then I took a smell of my meatloaf. So good.
"Alright, you're the director of the week. Oh hey, are you coming to the Christmas Eve dinner and movie tonight?"
"Yeah. Although I don't celebrate it, but I'll be there for the togetherness."
"I COMPLETELY forgot why you can't celebrate...can you tell me once again?"
"Two words. Religious restrictions."
"Oh yeah...you're still coming right?"
"Like I said, I will, 'cause I'm bringing meatloaf."
"Great, dinner and movie starts at eight."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Okay, see ya there."
"Love ya, sis."
"You too, baby bruv." Then we both hung up.
Haha! I got you guys fooled! Heh, you see, the milk thing wasn't a dilemma. Thea was suggesting that for a web show for The Rodent's Gazette's web page. We post funny videos every Friday and we usually get a lot of hits from them. And about the 'sis' and 'baby bro' thing...yeah. You see, since I'm an orphan and all, the Stiltons have adopted me to become one of them. And yes, Professor Philips has signed the child jurisdictions and handed me to the Stiltons. Yes, he's happy about it in case you were asking. But I kept my name. I didn't want to use the name 'Stilton' as a surname.
After I hung up the call, I decided to let my freshly-baked meatloaf to cool on a plate beside another identical meatloaf and went upstairs to my room. To get dressed for the dinner at the Gazette's building.
7.35 p.m.
I was rushing down the stairs, putting on my arctic camo winter coat that came with a hoodie. I got back in the kitchen to find out that my meatloaves were then cooled yet warm, but their sweet and savory aroma was still lingering around the house, making me feel hungry. To keep the warmth from escaping, I wrapped the meatloaves with tin foil and put them in a single plate. Next, I wore my slip-proof gloves and lifted them up and got ready to leave the house.
"Um...J-Son, lock the house, keep an eye on the property and uh... Get Ferdinand out to the turntable. I feel like driving him tonight," I commanded my smart home system. You guys do remember J-Son, right?
I took the elevator behind the stairs to the garage, and descended to the lower floor.
The doors opened again, and my vision was pivoted to the car on the main turntable. Ferdinand. He's a Porsche 918 Spyder I bought in October, equipped with the Weissach Package.
A little something about him, he's a hybrid supercar. His rear wheels are powered by a 4.6 liter V8 with added twin-turbochargers for boost, outputting another 100 horsepower from 604, a hybrid module on the rear axle exerting 154 horsepower, and upgraded and more powerful electric motor spinning the front wheels giving out another 100 horsepower from 127, totaling at a wapping 1085 horsepower. He's got 1.62 Gs of lateral grip with his rear wing raised, a braking distance of 100-0 kph in 25.9 meters, a top speed of 243 miles an hour, and an acceleration of 0-62 in 2.3 seconds. Even awesome; he can run on 3000 miles on a full tank of bio-ethanol and another 100 miles on its electric motor, alone.
"Ferdinand! My main man!" I greeted my Porsche as I came out.
"Good evening sir!" Ferdinand answered. He sounded so happy.
"Looks like someone's happy tonight..." I said, approaching him.
"It is Christmas Eve, sir. So, to The Rodent's Gazette, sir?"
"As usual, Ferdinand." I opened the passenger door and let the plate down on the seat, then close it.
"Route?"
"The ten-minute route, please." I hopped into him, and buckled up.
I started his engine, activated the HUD, and all I had to wait for was for Ferdinand finish calculating the route.
"Route calculated. Driving mode: E-Power. Suspension mode: Comfort. Tires: Wets. Autopilot: on. We're set, sir."
"Let's roll..." He drove out, going uphill, then back downhill, then out of the gates. We took the highway to get to downtown faster, and make it in time for the dinner.
The Rodent's Gazette, Downtown New Mouse City
7.50 p.m.
Finding a parking space was a pain. As soon as the tires rolled into basement parking, vehicles from every Stilton family member had already filled the place. Thea's Bugatti, Geronimo's Cadillac... Looked like I was the last one to arrive. Fortunately, there was a spot for me next to their cars.
I took the elevator up to the halls that lead to Geronimo's office, the place where we held the dinner. I gave a knock on the door, and decided to let myself in.
The moment I pushed the door, everybody gave me such a warm welcome. The the calls of my name from every other Stilton in the office filled my ears, it felt so joyful. Everyone was still gathering around in colorful sweaters, getting food from the buffet table near Geronimo's desk, sitting on the couches, chatting, enjoying hot chocolate, even Trap jammed with Benjamin and Pandora with a guitar. "Am I too late?" I asked.
"No! Come in, Danny! Come in!" Grandpa Shortpaws greeted me.
I shut the door on the way in. "I brought meatloaves. Where should I put these?"
"Let me set them on the buffet table," Benjamin offered a helping paw. He scampered from the far side of the office, getting the plate and brought it to the buffet table as I took off my winter coat and hung it on the coat hanger. Benjamin had turned 14 in October, by the way. So did Pandora.
"Help yourselves to the meatloaf everybody, I made it myself," I offered everymice, walking to the center of the office.
"Maybe we should, it smells delicious!" Benjamin complimented, unwrapping the tin foil.
"Thanks! It's made with love and the meat is one-hundred percent slaughtered and pure halal lamb. You would not believe how far I went to get that."
"How far did you go to get that?" Thea wondered.
"Do not get me started. I'll just cut to the chase. I had to go back to Malaysia just for slaughtered and halal meat."
"W-wait," Pandora stammered. "You went back to Malaysia just for meat and returned here? That's why you were gone for two days last week?"
"To my home state, Kelantan, in fact. I visited my family there and returned here the next day. Talk about double jet-lagged... Anyway, guys! Help yourselves! It's my mom's recipe!" They went to check out the two oversized meatloaves. Swarmed in fact... "Speaking of halal, Grandpa Shortpaws, everything here is halal, right?"
"Of course!"
"Good! I'm gonna go grab a plate and grab as much food as I can."
"Please!"
"Alright everyone! I'm about to start the movie!" Geronimo announced. "Grab your food, sit somewhere comfortable, on the couches, chairs, the floor, anywhere!"
I was just sitting down on the floor by Thea after getting some food from the buffet table. "What're we watching?" I asked her.
"Jingle All The Way," she answered, fixing her eyes at the flatscreen mounted on the wall beside the buffet table.
"The movie where Arnold Schwarzenegger looks for an action figure for his son?"
"You've seen this one?"
"It used to be aired as late night movies back in Malaysia."
"Okay everyone, settle down," he requested everyone. The murmurs slowly dissolved. "Thank you all, now. Before I roll the movie, I hope you all are enjoying yourself, especially Danny, it's his first holiday he's celebrating with us as a new member of the Stilton family. And, I don't want to speak to long, let's just start." In a countdown, he played the movie.
You just read a Malk parody. Malk video made by Julian Smith.