When my friend Petunia Pretty Paws gave me a crystal figurine of a boat as a gift, I had to accept it. After all, I have the biggest crush on Petunia! But oh, was that crystal boat ugly! So I wasn’t too sad when my cousin Trap accidentally broke it, especially when I discovered a piece of paper inside with a mysterious message from someone in Venice, Italy, asking for help! A gentlemouse never ignores a request for assistance. So I, Geronimo Stilton, would do whatever it took to save the day!

Finally, I was about to leave for a relaxing vacation all by myself. I was ready to kick back and connect with nature. But somehow, my peaceful trip turned into a crazy treasure hunt in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota with the entire Stilton clan in tow! Our journey even included a hot-air balloon ride to Mount Rushmore. Holey cheese! This was one adventure I’d truly remember.

I was just minding my business at home when I got a telephone call. It was my uncle Samuel S. Stingysnout, inviting the whole Stilton family to creepy, faraway Penny Pincher Castle for a big surprise. Moldy mozzarella-I’m not much of a traveling mouse, and I hate surprises. But Thea, Trap, and Benjamin were going, so I couldn’t say no. I could tell this was going to be one super-spooky trip!

I, Geronimo Stilton, am not a sportsmouse. Running? Sweating? Not for me. I prefer relaxing in an armchair with a nice bowl of chocolate cheesy chews. But with the Olympics coming up, sports were all anyone in New Mouse City could talk about. Rat-munching rattlesnakes!

G’day, mate! I was searching for ideas for my new book, and my friend Petunia Pretty Paws knew just where to find them–in Australia. Holey cheese, it sounded like a fabumouse adventure! But between surfing with sharks, being chased by poisonous snakes, and getting lost in the outback, I was beginning to wonder if this trip down under was really a good idea. Kangaroos and koalas and crocs–oh, my! Would I ever see New Mouse City again?

There was a major event coming up: The Super Chef Contest! The winner is declared the best chef on Mouse Island. My cousin Trap decided to enter the competition–and he brought me along as an assistant! Slimy Swiss cheese, I don’t know the first thing about cooking. I was in for a delicious adventure!

Holey cheese! My sister, Thea, was in danger. She had traveled to Easter Island in search of a mysterious treasure, but we hadn’t heard from her for more than a week! There was no time to lose–my friends and I hopped on a plane to begin looking for her. What an exciting adventure!

New Mouse City was in a panic! A strange epidemic had broken out. Mice everywhere — including me, Geronimo Stilton — were covered in weird blue pimples! I immediately called upon Mouse Island’s most famouse doctor and researcher for help. He set to work with his team to find the cure . . . but someone was trying to stop him. Moldy mozzarella, I didn’t want to be blue forever!

Rancid rat hairs, the cat pirates are coming to town! They’re planning on stealing New Mouse City’s Statue of Liberty and taking it back to Cat Island. They think it’s completely made of gold! My friends and I are determined to protect our city’s precious symbol. But can we stop these fearsome felines?

Holey cheese, what an adventure! I was off to the Ratlápagos Islands with my family in search of a long-lost buried treasure. But oh, how I hate traveling! Being on a ship in the middle of the sea wasn’t my idea of a fabumouse time. And I was beginning to suspect that we weren’t the only ones searching for the treasure.

My grandfather William Shortpaws — also known as Cheap Mouse Willy — was back at The Rodent’s Gazette, and he was determined to torture me. He wanted to publish a guide book to Ratzikistan, the Siberia of Mouse Island. And he ordered *me* to go there to write it! But as you know, dear reader, I HATE TRAVELING!

Cheesecake! A mysterious one-eyed rat was trying to steal The Rodent’s Gazette from under my snout! I had to stop him — but how? My business manager, Shif T. Paws, came up with a plan. He arranged for me to appear on a TV quiz show. If I won, the Gazette was safe. But if I lost — SQUEAK! — I had to give up my tail!

I, Geronimo Stilton, am not a big fan of races. I like to take my time and smell the cheese! But when my friend Bruce Hyena invited me to race across America on my bicycle, I just couldn’t resist. And holey cheese, what a fabumouse adventure we had!

I, Geronimo Stilton, was in love! I went out for a cup of coffee one morning and laid eyes on the most beautiful rodent I’d ever seen. Unfortunately, I immediately tripped over my paws and ended up with my tail in a toaster! I was one mortified mouse. But I was determined to prove that I wasn’t a complete stumblemouse. So I decided to join my family on their most daring adventure yet — a journey to the eighth wonder of the world! There I made a discovery so truly amazing, I knew I could win the heart of my darling ratlette

When Wild Willie showed up at my door and invited me to travel with him to Japan, I jumped at the chance. We were in search of an ancient, legendary samurai scroll that holds the secret to a long-lost fighting technique. The scroll had fallen into the wrong hands, and it was up to me and Wild Willie to track it down and save the day. But first, we would have to fight a group of talented ninjas. Holey cheese — this would be one adventure I would never forget!