Sometimes a busy businessmouse like me needs a nice, relaxing vacation. But of all the rotten rats' luck - every time I tried to get away, disaster struck! By the time I tore myself away from The Rodent's Gazette, all the good trips were booked up. I found myself stuck in a flea-ridden old hotel, sharing a room with a bunch of Gerbil Scouts! I couldn't wait to get back to my comfy mouse hole in the city . . .