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by Geronimo Stilton




  THE GALACTIC

  GOAL

  My dear mouse friends,

  Have I ever told you how much I love science

  fiction? I’ve always wanted to write incredible

  adventures set in another dimension, but I’ve never

  believed that parallel universes exist . . . until now!

  That’s because my good friend Professor Paws

  von Volt, the brilliant, secretive scientist, has

  just made an incredible discovery. Thanks to some

  mousetropic calculations, he determined that there

  are many different dimensions in time and space,

  where anything could be possible.

  The professor’s work inspired me to write this

  science fiction adventure in which my

  family and I travel through space

  in search of new worlds.

  We’re a fabumouse crew:

  the spacemice!

  I hope you enjoy this

  intergalactic adventure!

  PROFESSOR

  PAWS VON VOLT

  Geronimo Stilton

  Grandfather

  william stiltonix

  robotix

  benjamin

  stiltonix

  and

  buGsy

  wuGsy

  Geronimo

  stiltonix

  traP

  stiltonix

  thea

  stiltonix

  Scholastic Inc.

  THE GALACTIC

  GOAL

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  invented, without the express written permission of the publisher. For

  information regarding permission, please contact Atlantyca S.p.A., Via

  Leopardi 8, 20123 Milan, Italy; e-mail [email protected], www.

  atlantyca.com.

  e-ISBN 978-0-545-74763-9

  Copyright © 2013 by Edizioni Piemme S.p.A., Palazzo Mondadori, Via

  Mondadori 1, 20090 Segrate, Italy.

  International Rights © Atlantyca S.p.A.

  English translation © 2015 by Atlantyca S.p.A.

  GERONIMO STILTON names, characters, and related indicia are copy-

  right, trademark, and exclusive license of Atlantyca S.p.A. All rights

  reserved. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

  Based on an original idea by Elisabetta Dami.

  www.geronimostilton.com

  Published by Scholastic Inc., 557 Broadway, New York, NY 10012.

  SCHOLASTIC and associated logos are trademarks and/or registered

  trademarks of Scholastic Inc.

  Stilton is the name of a famous English cheese. It is a registered trade-

  mark of the Stilton Cheese Makers’ Association. For more information,

  go to www.stiltoncheese.com.

  Text by Geronimo Stilton

  Original title Sfida galattica all’ultimo gol

  Cover by Flavio Ferron

  Interior illustrations by Giuseppe Facciotto (design)

  and Daniele Verzini (color)

  Graphics by Chiara Cebraro

  Special thanks to Shannon Penney

  Translated by Julia Heim

  Interior design by Kevin Callahan / BNGO Books

  First printing, 2015

  In the darkness of the farthest galaxy in

  time and space is a spaceship inhabited

  exclusively by mice.

  This fabumouse vessel is called the

  MouseStar 1, and I am its captain!

  I am Geronimo Stiltonix, a somewhat

  accident-prone mouse who (to tell you

  the truth) would rather be writing novels

  than steering a spaceship.

  But for now, my adventurous

  family and I are busy

  traveling around the universe

  on exciting intergalactic missions.

  THIS IS THE

  LATEST ADVENTURE

  OF THE SPACEMICE!

  SPACE

  NEWS

  INCOMING VIDEO

  MESSAGE!

  It was a calm Monday morning, and I

  had just started eating a cosmic cheese

  Danish in my cabin. The onboard computer

  opened my daily news summary. A

  ship’s captain has to be informed

  about what’s going on across the

  universe, after all!

  Oh, excuse me—

  I haven’t introduced

  myself! My name

  is Stiltonix,

  Geronimo

  Stiltonix

  . I am

  the captain of the

  SPACE

  NEWS

  SPACE

  NEWS

  SPACE

  NEWS

  MOUSESTAR 1, home

  of the spacemice!

  As I was saying, I

  read the titles of the

  articles in

  SPACE

  NEWS

  : Firemaker

  Volcano Erupts;

  Asteroids Pass

  Through Galaxies

  88532 and 22398;

  Spacecraft Crashes Near

  Antarex Constellation;

  Soccerix Championship

  to Begin Next Week on

  Planet Athletica.

  Oh, sports!

  I have to admit, I’m not

  a very

  sporty

  mouse. Just the thought

  SPACE

  NEWS

  of going for a

  RUN

  makes

  my legs turn softer and

  floppier than Martian

  mozzarella!

  No, I’m no athlete—

  my dream is to become

  a great WRITER. I have been

  trying to finish writing my book, The

  Amazing Adventures of the Spacemice, for

  ages, but I never manage to do it because

  some sort of galactic trouble always pops up!

  That Monday, luckily, everything seemed

  calm . . . until an alarm went off, making

  me jump to my paws in fright.

  Hologramix, the onboard computer,

  suddenly MATERIALIZED in front of me.

  "INCOMING VIDEO MESSAGE!

  INCOMING VIDEO MESSAGE!

  INCOMING VIDEO MESSAGE!"

  I looked down sadly at my half-

  full mozzarella smoothie and my

  UNFINISHED cosmic cheese Danish.

  I sighed. “Can’t I look at the message later?”

  “Impossible!” Hologramix

  cried. “It requires an immediate response!”

  I protested. “But I still need to finish my

  BREAKFAST . . .”

  HOLOGRAMIX

  MouseStar 1’s onboard

  computer

  Species: Ultra-advanced

  artificial intelligence

  Specialty: Controls all

  functions of the spaceship,

  including the autopilot function

  Characteristics: Considers itself to be indispensable

  Defining Features: Appears wherever and whenever

  it’s needed

  “Negativ
e, Captain. You must respond

  immediately!” Hologramix replied

  firmly.

  Stellar Swiss slices, I couldn’t win this

  argument. “All right, all right! Let’s hear

  it.”

  A captain’s work is never done!

  an Unexpected

  InVItatIon

  HOLOGRAMIX began to explain,

  “Captain, we received a video message from

  planet Athletica of the SPORTIVIUM

  constellation. Its location is distant from

  ours, according to protonic velocity

  and converting the distance in photonic

  quantifiers . . .”

  I didn’t understand a lunar cheese

  crumb of what Hologramix was saying!

  “Can I just watch the message?” I said. “You

  can explain the details to me later.”

  On the SCREEN in my cabin, the image

  of an ALIEN holding a ball appeared,

  and the video message began.

  “Galactic greetings,

  Captain Stiltonix.

  My name is Diego

  Goalor, and I am

  the president of

  the Intergalactic

  Federation of

  Soccerix. I’m sure

  you know that our

  planet holds an Intergalactic Soccerix

  Championship every four cosmic years . . .”

  Soccerix championship?

  It sounded familiar . . . Oh, that’s right! I

  had just read about it in the news!

  The message continued, “Every time we

  organize the tournament, we select eight

  cosmic populations to compete against one

  another for the Great Intergalactic Cup!

  I am formally inviting the spacemice team

  to participate in the twelfth soccerix

  championship, which will take place

  in two weeks. We ask you, honorable

  spacemice, to please confirm your

  participation.

  SINCEREST

  STELLAR

  SALUTATIONS!

  ”

  The video message closed with a beep,

  and I stared at the blank screen, CONFUSED.

  The spacemice soccerix team? I shook my

  snout.

  What did I know about

  SOCCERIX

  ?

  I would just have to tell Diego Goalor the

  truth: We spacemice did not have a soccerix

  team. We didn’t even know the RULES of

  the game!

  I tried to respond to the video message,

  but I couldn’t find the right button.

  Sally

  de

  Wrench

  , the ship’s mechanic, had

  updated all the MONITORS in the

  cabins. The new command center was full of

  markings that I couldn’t understand. Crusty

  space cheese, how frustrating!

  I finally found what I thought was the

  right button. I pressed it, and ...

  nothing happened.

  So I tried another button, and ...

  nothing!

  I made one last try, but . . . nothing!

  I took a deep breath. Surely someone in

  the control room could help me!

  YoU don’t Know

  How to plaY

  soccerIx?!

  As I entered the control room, my dear

  nephew BENJAMIN ran enthusiastically

  toward me.

  “Hooray, Uncle Geronimo!” he cried. “The

  spacemice are going to play in the

  soccerix

  championship

  ! What mouserific news!”

  Black holey cheese! “B-b-but how do you

  know that?” I stammered in surprise.

  He grinned. “Because of the message you

  sent to everyone!”

  OH NO! When I was trying to respond

  to the video message and thought nothing

  was happening, had I accidentally forwarded

  it to

  ALL

  the spacemice? what a

  mess!

  Benjamin tugged on my paw. “Uncle, my

  uniform is all ready to go! I can be part of

  the

  TEAM

  , right?”

  I was about to point out that we didn’t

  have a team when Bugsy Wugsy, Benjamin’s

  friend, caught up with us.

  “I want to play, too! Benjamin and I are a

  stellar PAIR!” she exclaimed.

  Looking into their excited EYES, I felt

  myself melt like a big bowl of

  solar smoked Gouda ice cream.

  I’m such a softy !

  So I sighed and said,

  “Of course you can be

  on our team.”

  Benjamin and Bugsy

  hugged me gleefully.

  “Uncle Geronimo, you’re the best uncle in

  the whole galaxy!” Benjamin cried.

  “You’ll be the team captain, right?”

  I smiled. “Oh, Benjamin, I’ll come with

  you, but I won’t be playing on the tea —”

  SUDDENLY

  , the door to the control

  room opened again, and a deep voice

  thundered, “Of course you will be part of

  the team, Grandson!”

  Mousey meteorites, Grandfather

  William Stiltonix had arrived!

  “

  H-h-hi, Grandfather!

  ”

  I stammered. “So you got the . . . umm, the

  invite, too?”

  “Of course I got it!” he hollered. “And I

  bothered COMING all the way here to

  find out how the team is shaping up! You

  don’t think you’re going to get out of playing,

  right? The Intergalactic Soccerix

  Championship is extremely important!”

  He waved his paws for emphasis. “And

  the captain

  —

  which is, unfortunately,

  you — must play. The REPUTATION of

  all the spacemice is at stake!”

  I stammered, “Y-yes, it is an h-honor,

  b-but I —”

  Grandfather shook his head. “Don’t tell

  me that YOU DON’T KNOW

  HOW TO PLAY soccerix!”

  I hesitated, but then admitted, “Um,

  yes . . . that’s right . . .”

  Grandfather snorted. “I knew it,

  you

  cosmic cheesebrain

  ! Well, never mind

  that. You have two weeks to LEARN!”

  Grandfather held his snout in the air and

  said proudly, “When I was your age, I was

  a soccerix champion! And that’s why I will

  be . . . the team coach!”

  Grandfather William, our coach? I was

  squeakless. That was possibly the worst

  news I had ever heard — almost as bad as

  that time the MOUSESTAR 1 had run out

  of cheese!

  *

  “Study the soccerix rules, Captain

  Cheddarbreath!” Grandfather said

  firmly. “I’ve already loaded them onto your

  computer.”

  *

  Read all about that in my book

  You’re Mine, Captain!

  Glowing

  lines to

  mark the

  borders of

  the field

  Laser goals

  FROM THE ENCYCLOPEDIA GALACTICA

  SOCCERIX

  Soccerix is a game in which players try to kick a ball

  into the opposing team’s goal. The sport is played

  in teams of seven:
one goalie, two defenders, two

  midfielders, and two forwards (though the players’

  roles can change around, depending on

  what’s happening in the game).

  Here’s what the playing

  field looks like:

  Laser cameras

  to capture fouls

  and illegal plays

  Super-Turbo Spot:

  If the ball is kicked

  on the red dot, it

  activates a special

  super-turbo button — the

  ball can’t be stopped, and

  the player scores a surefire

  galactic goal!

  Robot-Ref:

  This referee

  has 360-degree

  laser vision, which

  allows it to monitor

  the entire playing

  field.

  plaYers

  wanted!

  The next morning, a strange voice

  woke me in the middle of my favorite

  dream — the one where I am in the largest

  bookstore in the galaxy, autographing

  copies of my new novel. Leaping light-years,

  I really wanted to be a writer!

  Half-asleep, I opened the door of my

  cabin to see who was there. But instead of

  one mouse, I was greeted by a looooong

  line of rodents who lived on MouseStar 1!

  I shook my snout to clear my head. Had

  they ACTUALLY come for signed

  copies of my book? I hadn’t even finished

  the first chapter yet!

  Confused, I quietly asked my personal

  assistant robot, “Assistatrix, what are

  all those mice doing out there?”

  In his METALLIC voice, Assistatrix

  responded, “They are all here for the

  soccerix team tryouts, Captain.”

  Meteoric mozzarella!

  “Tryouts?!” I yelped. “What tryouts?”

  Just then, I noticed that the hallway

  outside my cabin was lit up with enormouse

  TRYOUTS

  FOR THE

  SOCCERIX

  TEAM!

  PLAYERS

  WANTED!

  PLAYERS

  WANTED!

  ARROWS and signs about the team

  selection. My mouth fell open. Who could

  have put them there?

  Suddenly, a snout that I knew well poked

  out of the crowd. It was my cousin Trap

  Stiltonix!

  “

 

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