Geronimo Stillton

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Description

This is a selection from a children's book. Geronimo Stilton

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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The name is Stilton. Geronimo Stilton. One morning I woke up sweating like a mouse in a cap parade. August is always hot and new Mouse City, but this year was the worst. The air was so heavy, it was hard to breathe and the sun was scorching. It made my for feel like it was on fire cheese niblets. I couldn't wait for my vacation. I turned the shower on ice cold. Then I jumped in. Hello. Oh, there's nothing like a cold shower on a hot summer day. But I began to sing one of my favorite tunes. If you're happy, I knew no would clap your paws. After my shower, I decided to make myself, Ah, whisker licking good breakfast. I trotted toward my mega huge fridge. He was filled with lots of yummy foods cheese, cheese and more cheese. Should I chop on a cheddar biscuit or spread some jam on a slice of Swiss? At last, I settled on a vitamin packed mozzarella milk shake. It was delicious. Oh, I've had it might tell me what a perfect way to start my day. I left my mouse hole and headed for my office. Maybe the heat won't be so bad today. I thought I was wrong. The ground was so hot. Smoke rose from my paws. The air was so stuffy I felt faint cheese niblets. I couldn't wait for my vacation. I decided to take the subway. The train was about to leave. I jumped on just before the doors slam shut. Will. One second later and I would have lost my tail. I plopped down into an empty seat. At that moment, I realized the mouse sitting next to me was a rodent. I knew very well it was Pinky pick. Do you know her? She's my very young assistant editor. Oh, how brood. I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Stilton. Geronimo Stilton. I'm an author and a publisher. I run the most popular newspaper here on Mouse Island. It's called The Rodents Gazette. As soon as she saw me, Pinky grinned. Then she began to sing in a high pitched squeak I know was sound That tries my smile But I don't care because it makes me smile. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Her squeak out louder and louder. It sounded like cat claws on a chalkboard. I shot her murders look, but she just kept on squeaking. One thing you should know about Pinky. She loves to get under my fur. I'm know what song that tries my smile, but I don't care, because it makes me smile. You get there. I knew it was wrong, but tries my spot, but I don't care, because it makes me smile. You get there. Pinky's screech filled the subway car. By now, every rodent was staring at us. Well, they were doing more than just staring. They were glaring eye goat. The crowd was getting ugly. Some gnash their teeth. Others stamped their Paul's. They looked like they wanted to put a muzzle on little pinky. Put a lid on it. One mouse demanded, still for circuited. Another added. Just then, a lady mouse wagged upon my face. What kind of a father are you? She scold it. Tell your daughter to stop that awful squeaking. I chewed my whiskers, but you see she isn't my daughter. I tried to explain. Suddenly, Pinkie broke into a crazy dance number. She world and twirled around me. Her ear piecing squeak was enough to make a grown mouse cry. What do you think Daddy Dearest pops Lep c She shrieked. Do I sound like one of the three squeaks? Pinkie loved the three squeaks. They were the hottest female mouse band on this island I know song that tries pass file but I don't Because it makes me smile Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The lady mouse shot me a dirty look Poopsie Poopsie! I heard her mother. Pinky winked at me. She kept singing at the top of her lungs I closed my eyes I pictured myself firing Pinky Stilton fires singing mouse The headline would read No, I couldn't do it You can't fire a mouse for singing Angry voices interrupted my thoughts Merrick Oh, stop Road and cried And that's already called another for heaven's sake I can't stand it anymore, Streak. Luckily, we had reached her stop. I grabbed Pinky by a Paul and scampered off the train. I had never been so humiliated in my life. Oh, cheese niblets! I couldn't wait for my vacation.