Format: Paperback Condition: New! Other notes. See details. See all 4 brand new listings. Buy It Now. Add to cart. Be the first to write a review About this product. About this product Product Information It started with some missing cobblestones and a bump on the head of one of Rodent City's young police rats. And it's not the mice who are to blame. The Bank Manager's three saintly children are wrongly suspected and Ocko gets fired. But that doesn't stop Rodent City's finest detective self-confessed from pursuing the case.
Private Investigator Ocko and his assistant Spencer formerly of the River Road Mouse Gang take on a case of a missing mouse who just happens to be working at Ocko's favourite doughnut factory. But when staking out the factory, Ocko and Spencer are rumbled by the local Basto worshippers and taken to their lair, to be used as experiments in a quest to make the ultimate perfume. And who's behind all this?
Which was what one of them did right now as I picked my way cautiously through the cheese-spattered debris. Sergeant Smith waved me over to the doorway, where he was crouched down examining a particularly large mound of melted cheddar. As I headed in his direction, my arm brushed against the wall and a greasy smear of cheese stuck to my fur. I brushed it away. I can already see you looking up from this book with a puzzled expression on your face.
On his arm? Well, of course I have fur on my arm. On both my arms, in fact. And my legs and my face and all over my body. Yuck you cry! A rat! Rats are dirty, smelly, sneaky little pests.
They carry disease, they live in rubbish dumps, they stink! Well, pardon me for living. But how much do you humans—you monkey people—really know or care about us rats? You call us dirty, but we spend most of our time cleaning up your mess.
Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Alan Sunderland is the author of seven children's books note taking and highlighting while reading Octavius O'Malley And The Mystery Of The Criminal Cats (Octavius O'Malley Investigates Book 3). It started with some missing cobblestones and a bump on the head of one of Rodent City's young police rats. But this time it's not the mice who are to blame and.
You call us sneaky and cowardly, but I prefer to think of it as being smart and sensible. If a ship were sinking, why would anyone want to hang around? And if we happen to work that out before you monkey people, what does that say about you? I know my history, believe me, and the rats were framed.
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Before the Plague came along, rats ruled. But after that fit-up and all the bad press we got, things went rapidly downhill.
Mice, on the other hand, are a totally different proposition. Small, sneaky, and dumb as cardboard boxes. And believe me, you do want to hear my story. At last!
After years spent chasing the most notorious crime gang in the city, it looked as though I finally had the one thing that had always eluded me: a clue. I leapt to my feet—a little too quickly as it turned out. My left foot slipped on the greasy cheese and I began to cartwheel backwards, flailing my arms wildly. In my effort to avoid obliterating the one piece of evidence we had, I reeled back, one foot in the air, and began hopping, slipping and sliding across the room until I collided with a piece of broken table, lost balance altogether, and landed on my bottom with a SQUELCH.
Mustering what little dignity I could in the circumstances, I stood up slowly, brushing myself off and wincing. Smith did as he was asked, although for some reason he looked as if he were trying to suppress a fit of giggles.
It was all starting to come together nicely. An explosion in a cheese factory. Devastation and destruction. And now, a footprint that could only have come from a mouse. I sat in my office down at police headquarters with a very large file on the desk in front of me. Inside the folder were dozens of incident reports, profiles, records of interview and newspaper articles. Disrupting public events, holding up banks, terrorising innocent rats. A series of daring raids and crimes, and no real clues.
The River Road Mouse Gang had made fools of the police for far too long. But not any more!
Something must have gone very wrong at that cheese factory, something that made the gang flee before they could carry out whatever devious plan they had in mind. And now, in their haste, they had left behind a clue. A clue that could break this whole case wide open. I shut the folder, pushed it to one side, and put my feet up on the desk.