I woke up. Everyone was crowding around me. "Benjamin, what happened?" Geronimo asked. I stared into Petunia's purple eyes again, and said, "Nothing."

"I'll say," Bugsy said. "You were out for ten minutes." "Maybe I can't handle my own smell," I replied. "I think I should go take my bath now."

I ran upstairs, took my newest clothes out, and scampered into the bathroom. Petunia ran up into my room. Then she took out her cell phone, dialled her Grandmas number, and then put the phone to her ear.

Soon, she heard a voice in the phone. "Who is it?" Grandmother Paws asked. "It's me, Petunia," Petunia answered. "What can I do for you, my dearest granddaughter?" Grandmother Paws asked.

"Benjamin looked directly into my eyes," Petunia said. "I think he's on to us." There was a long pause, then Grandmother Paws said, "This is bad. He shouldn't know who we truly are."

"What should we do?" Petunia asked. "I think you should avoid Benjamin," Grandmother Paws said, "If he learns more about the Paws family, our secret could be exposed."

"What about Bugsy?" Petunia asked. "I don't want her to know who she is either." "I don't think it will be long before she finds out about our secret."

"Well, I still think we shouldn't let her know about this," Petunia said. "I agree," Grandmother Paws said. "I'm just saying you can't keep the truth from Bugsy forever."

"Petunia, who are you talking to?" Geronimo asked. "I should go," Petunia said. "Goodbye." She hung up. By now I had finished bathing. "Well, now can I go?" I asked.

"Yes," Jessica said. Me, Bugsy and Malcolm hopped into Malcolm's motorcycle and drove off. It wasn't long before we ran into Punk Rat again.

"Where are you going?" He asked. "To the hospital," Malcolm answered. "But none of you are injured," Punk Rat replied.

"Bratfur is," Malcolm said. "You mean the little punk who keeps playing pranks on us?" Punk Rat asked. "Yes," Bugsy said. "Apparently, he got beaten up after he tried to scare two little mice."

"So he got a small bruise," Punk Rat snorted. "What's the big deal?" "He had four bruises, five cuts and a black eye," I said. "Oh," Punk Rat said. "That's the big deal."

"He also said they vanished into thin air," Bugsy said. "That's impossible," Punk Rat said. "They probably damaged his brain so he can't think properly."

"How about we go and find out?" Malcolm said. "OK," Punk Rat said. He hopped onto the back of the motorcycle and we drove away.

Soon enough we reached the hospital. We jumped off the motorcycle and scampered into the hospital. Sure enough, we found Bratfur. He was lying on the hospital bed, his arm and leg in a cast, and he had a big bruise on his left eye. The pumpkin head was on a table, and there was a huge hole in it.

"Bratfur?" I asked. "Yes?" Bratfur moaned. "Wow, who could have done this to you?" I asked. "I just wanted to play a prank on some mice and they freaked out," Bratfur said.

"How about you tell us from the beginning?" I asked. "OK," Bratfur said.

"I saw two mice wearing sunglasses and a black jacket walking down the street. One was a boy, the other was a girl. I decided I would play a prank on them. I got my pumpkin mask and put it on my face and then I hopped into the tall grass. Just as they were about to pass, I jumped out at them. They squeaked. I laughed. 'How dare you!' The girl said. Then she grabbed me by the neck and punched me in the face. The boy grabbed me and held me down while the girl started pounding me. She threw one punch that shattered my pumpkin head and gave me the black eye. Then the boy threw me to the ground and the girl twisted my ankle while the boy kicked sand in my face. Then they kicked me until I was cowering on the floor, nearly unconscious. Then the girl snapped her fingers and they disappeared. Just like that."

There was a long pause. Punk Rat broke the silence. "Bratfur got beaten up by a girl!" He laughed. "Bratfur, I could believe most of the story, but the ending part sounds impossible," I said. "Maybe you blacked out and when you woke up they were gone."

"No I didn't," Bratfur yelled. "They disappeared, just like that." "Your delirious," Bugsy said. "No I'm not," Bratfur said. "Let's go," Malcolm said. We started to leave.

"I'm telling you, they disappeared," Bratfur said, but we had already left. Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke and the boy and girl were standing in front of him. "Oh my gosh," Bratfur said.

"Would you happen to know somebody?" The girl asked. "Somebody named Pandora Woz?"