Disclaimer: I do not own Geronimo Stilton.
I was in a bad mood.
I stared at the glass cell holding us.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Petunia asked.
"Everything," I moaned.
"Who would have known that finding a diamond would be so hard?"
"Of course it's hard," Petunia replied.
"Rodents have been looking for it for decades, almost immediately after they even buried it."
"I know, but still, were in a cell, some of the mouselings are missing and we don't know where they are," I groaned.
Trap sighed.
"Why don't you just get used to it?" He said. "I'll find a way get outta…"
"Hey!" I squeaked. "I have been saving mouselings and you have done nothing to help anyone! So don't think for one second that your gonna be the one…"
"Stop it you two!" Petunia said.
We looked around.
The other newcomers, the guards, and some Mousikistanites were all staring at us.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" Trap said.
The rodents turned away.
"Let's just hope we get outta here soon," I said.
"We will," Petunia said. "You've been in worst situations before. You've been captured by pirate cats and you came out okay."
"You're right," I said.
"We are mice, we are powerful!" Trap squeaked.
We began singing.
"When you're a mouse,
You get to chase the rats outta you're house," I sang.
"Were the League of Mice," Trap sang.
"When you're a mouse,
Rats don't count," Petunia joined in.
"Were the League of Mice," Trap sang.
"When you're a mouse,
No rats can compare, We'll hang you out to dry in your underwear," I sang.
"Were the League mice," Trap sang.
The other mice joined in.
"Rats here us squeak,
We are strong and you are weak," They sang.
"Were the League of Mice!"
We heard clapping.
The Ratzikistanite guards were clapping and grinning.
"Bravo, Bravo," They said.
"Do it again."
"We'll," I said. "It's better than nothing."
We started singing the song all over again