Geronimo Stilton: INTERPOL-The Christmas Chase

Malk

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The Arif Estate, 107 Richmond Drive
Quarter mile west outside of New Mouse City
Wednesday, December 24, 2013 (Christmas Eve)
7.30 p.m.

It has been a few months since my last and first big adventure with the Gazette gang. I've settled in my new home, stored all the cars that went loose all over New Mouse City, and had built all my essentials into my house by myself in in only a few months.

It was Christmas Eve, the outside was snowing and I was enjoying hot chocolate alone in my new mansion's living room as I saw the snowplow drove by on the street, clearing up the snow on the road. My fireplace was lit, I sat by the fire on my easy chair, feeling cozy as the red sweater that Aunt Sweetfur knitted kept my body temperature at a constant thirty-four degrees Celsius.

Don't ask me why, but only my mansion in the street and possibly the only home in NMC that wasn't decorated with lights, reindeers, or any other Christmas decorations. It's because I don't celebrate Christmas. I'll give you a hint: I'm a Malaysian. Please don't hate me for this.

And do pardon me for not doing an intro of myself. My name is Danial Arif, a 14-year old multi-billionaire former software designer for Apple Inc., video games developer, an Interpol Junior Special Agent, and a special corespondent for NMC's most 'famouse' newspaper and media, The Rodent's Gazette, a subsidiary of the Stilton Media Group. I'm also an orphan and the first human to ever reside in the city.

Just this morning, my friends and I at the Gazette were having a dilemma, over just how to say the word 'milk'. The next lines you'll read are written in dialogue form.
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Break room, The Rodent's Gazette
10.45 a.m.

(Thea rummages through the fridge to find something to drink while Danny and Trap sit at the break table in front of the fridge.)

Danny: Hey Trap, do we have something for me to drink?
Trap: Yeah, in the fridge. (Points at fridge)
Danny: Hey Thea, grab me a glass of milk. (Pronounced as malk)
Thea: We don't have any 'malk', but I can get you some 'milk'. (Turns to Danny)
Trap: That's...what he just said.
Danny: Yeah, I just want some malk.
Thea: (Closes fridge and turns to the two) Nah, you're saying it wrong; you're saying 'MALK' like its a disease.
Trap: (Giggles) How do you say it?
Thea: (Leans on fridge with can of Mountain Dew in paw) I'm saying it like everyone oughta say it, 'milk', M-I-L-K.
Trap: Yeah, like two percent.
Danny: Yeah, like wholemalk.
Thea: N-n-n-no, say 'milkshake'.
Danny: (Shrugs) Milkshake. (Pronounces normally)
Thea: Now say, 'milk'.
Danny: (Shrugging) Malk.
Thea: (Stares at Danny, felling annoyed. Then turns to Trap) Are you hearing this? (Extends arm to Danny)
Trap: Yeah. The man wants a glass of 'maulk'.
Thea: (Drops arm in disgust) Mulk?
Trap: GIVE HIM THE MAULK, THEA! (Imperiously demands)
Geronimo: (Steps into the break room and interrupts) Trap, inside voices please.
Trap: Sorry, G... (Geronimo walks out, holding temples)
Danny: (Yells) THEA! POUR ME, A GLASS, OF MALK!
Thea: Why are you yelling at me?
Trap: Just give him the freakin' maulk!
Thea: You're not even saying the same thing!
Danny: We're all saying malk, THEA!
Thea: You're saying malk! (Points to Trap) You're saying-
Trap: (Screams annoyingly) MAAALK!
Danny: MALK!
Trap: MAAALLK!
Danny: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLK-
Thea: (Annoyed, pulls out gun, points to both) SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! (Points gun to head)

(Trap and Danny both pull out their guns)

Trap: Put the gun down, Thea!
Danny: Don't-don't do it, Thea!
Thea: You're gonna shoot me if I shoot myself? THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE!