Geronimo Stilton: Secret Agent

AN: I absouletley adore the childrens' series Geronimo Stilton. I also find that rewritting stories with animals as humans a very clever idea indeed. So, I thought I'd write this book with a humanized twist. Hope you enjoy it.

SJS

Part One- A Suspicious-Looking Man

That morning was like any other morning. I woke and smelled the soup- leek and potato, that is. I like to make a whole pot of soup on cold days. Then I stuffed my feet into my comfy tiger-print slippers. I shuffled to the window to check the weather. The forecast was for rain. But when I looked outside, I just saw lots of clouds. Clouds, and a very suspicious-looking man with dark sunglasses across the street. How odd.

I took a shower and gobbled down my breakfast- melted butter on toast. Yum! Then I headed for the subway. I was humming one of my favourite love songs, "Can You Feel The Love Tonight?" when I saw him again. That same suspicious-looking man with the sunglasses was walking right behind me. How strange. A few minutes later, I arrived at my stop. I hurried out the door. Guess who was right on my tail? You got it, Mr. Dark Sunglasses. How very odd!

At last, I reached my office at 17 New York Place. I couldn't believe it. Mr. Sunglasses had beaten me there. I was starting to get a little creeped out. A chill ran down my spine. What did he want from me? Why was he following me? Part of me was afriand to find out. What if he mistook me for an escaped con man? What if I reminded him of someone he didn't like? What if he hated my tie? I decided there was only one thing left to do. I raced up the stairs to my office and slammed the door. Then I buried my face in my work.

But when I looked out the window at lunchtime, guess who I saw? Yep, it was that man again! He was there when I left the office. He was there when I reached my house. He was there after I scarfed down a super-size meatlovers pizza for dinner. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to find out who that man was. With a cry, I yanked open the door to my house. Then I stuck my face and yelled, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

Part Two- Don't You Recognize Me?

Even though I was screaming at the top of my lungs, the man barely flinched. Instead he calmly took off his sunglasses and smiled. Or was it a smirk? How strange! The man looked so familiar. Was it the trench coat? Was it the hands in the pockets? Was it the perfectly groomed hair? I touched a hand to my own head. Hmm... my hair was getting a little long. I made a mental note to make an appointment at the salon. I was still thinking about haircuts when the man suddenly tapped me on the forehead. He stared into my eyes.

Good heavens! Was he trying to hypnotize me? I'd read about bad men like this. First they put you under a spell. Then they break into your home and steal all your money. The man's beady eyes seemed to drill right into me. I was so nervous I could barely see straight. I tried practicing the deep-breathing techniques I had learned in a yoga class. They didn't work. I guess I was paying enough attention in class.

Just then, the man leaned in closer. I broke out in a cold sweat. This is it, I mumbled to myself. Good bye, world.

But instead of hypnotizing me, the man snickered. "Don't you recognize me, Geronimo?" he said. "It's Kornelius von Kickburn."

I could hardly believe my eyes. The last time I'd seen Kornelius, I was still learning how to do math and tie my shoes. We were friends in elementary school!

Part Three- A Guy Wearing A Trench Coat

In school, Kornelius sat in the desk behind me. He always wore a trench coat no matter what the weather was like. And he always wore dark sunglasses even when it wasn't sunny!

Yes, he was an odd sort of bloke, but we were good friends anyway. One time, Wendell Wilde and his gang stuffed me into a gym locker. Kornelius came to my rescue. He ripped open the locker and made Wendell apologize. After that, the bullies never picked on me again. I always felt safe when Kornelius was around.

I smiled thinking about those days. Even though we hadn't spoken in years, Kornelius would always be a great friend. Do you have any friends like Kornelius? If you do, you are very lucky. As my dear aunt Sweet Sugarplum likes to say, "Whoever finds a friend... finds a treasure."

I invited Kornelius into my house. Then I showed him around. It didn't take very long. My home isn't very big. Still, I'm super proud of it. I especially love my kitchen with my mega huge fridge. While we were in the kitchen, I whipped up some tasty ham and cheese sandwiches. Kornelius munched them down in two seconds flat. Did I mention he's a big guy? Finally, we sat down in my living room to chat. We had so much catching up to do. We talked about old times, old friends, and my job at The New York Gazette.

"So what kind of work do you do, Kornelius?" I asked. My friend held up a hand. "It's top secret," he whispered. "You have to promise you won't tell anyone."

I gasped. Why was my friend being so mysterious? Was he a professional burglar? Was he in the witness-protection program?

"I promise," I agreed, eyes wide.

Kornelius put an arm around my shoulder. Then he leaned in close and whispered, "My code name is 00K. I'm a secret agent.

AN: Hope you enjoy this. I'm doing more than one chapter in the book per chapter, because otherwise this story's chapters would be very short indeed.