GET INTO GEAR,

STILTON!

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Based on an original idea by Elisabetta Dami.
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Text by Geronimo Stilton
Original title Ingrana la marcia, Stilton!
Cover by Giuseppe Ferrario (design) and Giulia Zaffaroni (color)
Illustrations by Alessandro Muscillo (design) and
Christian Aliprandi (color)
Graphics by Chiara Cebraro
Special thanks to AnnMarie Anderson
Translated by Lidia Morson Tramontozzi
Interior design by Kay Petronio
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First printing, July 2013
 Thirty stories below New Mouse City in
an undisclosed location, a very sophisticated
robotic vehicle called Solar is stored in a secret
laboratory. Solar is the only robot of its kind
in the entire world. It can see, hear, and even
talk! Solar will only allow one mouse to be its
driver  — the one and only Geronimo Stilton!
Too bad Geronimo can barely drive and his
driver’s license has expired. Holey cheese!
What’s a gentlemouse to do? Turn the
page to read the absolutely true story
of Geronimo and Solar’s first encounter
and their top-secret mission.
 A CHEERFUL SPRING
MORNING
It was a cheerfulspring morning in New
Mouse City. The birds were singing, the air
smelledfresh andclean , and it seemed
as if everyone was smiling at me. I left my
house whistling and headed toward my
office at 17 Swiss Cheese Center.
G er
on
im
o
 A C HEERFUL S PRING M ORNING

Oh, I’m sorry! I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Stilton, Geronimo Stilton.
I’m the editor of The Rodent’s Gazette, the
most famouse newspaper on Mouse Island.
On my way to work, I stopped at the
newsstand and bought a copy of my favorite
magazine, The Collector of Cheeses.
Then I saw the NEWSPAPER headlines:
Someone had STOLEN Duchess Catherine
Rodenton’s seventy-three-carat diamond
necklace! Holey cheese!
I headed to my favorite coffee shop
for breakfast. The owner, Flip Hotpaws,
!
n k you
T ha
Yum !
 A C HEERFUL S PRING M ORNING

served me my usual order of a cappuccino

and a delicious CHE ESE-FILLE D
pastry. After my breakfast, I passed the
bookstore in Singing Stone Square and glanced
in the window.
I was happy to see that the bookstore was
featuring one of my bestselling books in the
front window. An older rodent recognized
me and asked for my autograph.
I’m a very shy mouse, and I flushed with
embarrassment .
“What will your next book
be about,
Mr. Stilton?” she asked.
m!
A he Oh , M
r. Stilt ...
o n... H mm
 A C HEERFUL S PRING M ORNING

“I haven’t decided yet,” I told her.

After I signed her BOOK , I continued to
my office.
I walked slowly along the sidewalk,
deep in thought. Who had the stolen
enormouse diamond necklace?
And what should my next book be about?
Maybe I would write a comedy
or a
love story. Or I could write a mystery
about a jewel thief! With my head in the

For t h
e love
of b a n
a na s , w
a tc h o
ut !
 A C HEERFUL S PRING M ORNING

clouds , I stepped off the curb to cross

the street.
Suddenly, there was the s o u n d
of screeching brakes. I spun quickly
and saw that something large and
YELLOW was about to hit me.
I tried to jump out of the way, but it was
too late. I flew up, up, up into the
air and came SMASHING down to the
ground in the middle of the street!

la !
L a , la ,
O h , no !