THE TREASURE OF
EASTER ISLAND
Dear mouse friends,
Welcome to the world of
The RodenT’s GazeTTe
Editorial Staff
Geronimo Stilton
A learned and brainy
mouse; editor of
The Rodent’s Gazette
Thea Stilton
Geronimo’s sister and
special correspondent at
The Rodent’s Gazette
Trap Stilton
An awful joker;
Geronimo’s cousin and
owner of the store
Cheap Junk for Less
Benjamin Stilton
A sweet and loving
nine-year-old mouse;
Geronimo’s favorite
nephew
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THE TREASURE OF
EASTER ISLAND
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e-ISBN 978-0 -545-74742- 4
Text by Geronimo Stilton
Original title Il tesoro di Rapa Nui
Cover by Giuseppe Ferrario (design) and Flavio Fausone (color)
Illustrations by Giuseppe Ferrario (design) and Flavio Fausone (color)
Graphics by Paolo Zadra
Special thanks to AnnMarie Anderson
Translated by Lidia Morson Tramontozzi
Interior design by Becky James
First printing 2015
I’m ready to tell you about an incredible
adventure I’ll never forget. This story is very
special to me because it takes place in one of
the most mysterious places on Earth . . .
An Adventure to
remember!
The whole thing started on a beautiful
spring morning. Oops! What terrible
manners! I haven’t introduced myself yet.
My name is Stilton, Geronimo Stilton, and
I’m the publisher of The Rodent’s Gazette,
the most
famouse
newspaper on Mouse
Island.
Anyway, that
spring
morning I was
hard at work in my office. (For the record,
I’m always hard at work when
I’m in the office, even if my grandfather,
William Shortpaws, says otherwise!) I was
with Susie Shuttermouse, our new staff
photographer. We were deciding which
photo to put on the front page of our next
issue. Susie is also best friends with my
sister, Thea. And Thea is the newspaper’s
special correspondent.
Susie pointed to a photo of the Amazon
Susie Shuttermouse
Susie’s Equipment Bag
Susie Shuttermouse is The Rodent’s Gazette’s official
photographer and Thea’s best friend. They travel the
world together looking for exclusive stories. Susie wants
to be ready for anything and everything, so she never
travels anywhere without her equipment bag.
Susie’s bag is enormouse! It has lots of hidden,
zippered compartments. Each pocket holds a different
item, such as a camera, pliers, scissors, energy bars,
a toothbrush, etc. The bag also has
many special features. It can
become a backpack, a parachute,
or an umbrella! And it’s made
of very lightweight but durable
waterproof material.
AMAZON RAIN FOREST
rain forest. The image showed a crew of
rats chopping down trees and vegetation.
“Listen to me, Geronimo,” Susie squeaked.
“You should put a story about the Amazon
on the front page. We have to do something
to keep these rats from
destroying
the
rain forest! I risked my fur to take these
photos. Now the least you can do is publish
them!”
Pee-yew!
“Nice work, Susie,” I said proudly. “I can
already see the HEADLINE: ‘Amazon
Rain Forest in Danger from —’”
Before I could finish, my office door
FLEW open and my cousin Trap
BURST in. He also works for the
newspaper, though you’d never know
it! He only shows up in the office when
it’s convenient for him. Anyway, he
was pinching his nose with one
paw, and he held an
umbrella in his
other paw.
A letter
dangled by a
string from the
tip of the umbrella.
And as if that wasn’t
weird enough, a cloud
You’ve got
mail!
What is it?
of flies buzzed around the letter!
“You’ve got MAIL, Geronimo!” Trap
squeaked. “And boy, does it stink!”
He snipped the string with a pair of
scissors and the letter landed on my desk
with a flutter.
“Yuck, yuck, yuck!” Trap screeched.
“Rat-munching rattlesnakes, where’s this
thing from? A garbage dump? A sewage
treatment plant? An underground cave full
of rancid roaches that haven’t bathed in
years?”
He
turned to leave, calling over his
shoulder: “You’d better close the door
before you open that thing, Cuz! Everyone
in the newsroom is complaining about the
awful stench!”
I sighed. Was it my fault someone had sent
me the stinkiest piece of mail in all of
BANG!
Susie closed the
door.
Then she threw
open the window.
1
2
Done!
New Mouse City?!
A second later, Susie closed the door with
a bang!
Then she dashed to the window and
threw it open. A GUST of wind blew
into the office, making it much easier to
breathe.
Next she took a pair of tweezers out
of her giant equipment bag. She carefully
1
2
. . . and examined it
carefully.
She picked up the letter
with a pair of tweezers . . .
3
4
What a stench!
How odd!
picked up the envelope.
Finally, she pulled out a magnifying
glass and used it to examine the foul piece
of mail.
“That’s odd,” Susie remarked. “This comes
from EASTER ISLAND. Who would write to you
from there, Geronimo?”
I shook my head in surprise.
“Musty muenster, I have no idea!” I
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4
Geronimo Stilton
the rodent’S Gazette
17 SwiSS CheeSe Center
new mouSe City, mouSe iSland
13131
exclaimed. “Easter Island is one of the most
MYSTERIOUS places in the world . . . and
My paws trembled with excitement as
I opened that strange, stinky envelope.
Another surprise awaited me inside . . . The
letter was from my sister, Thea!
Dear Geronimo,
I’ve found a map that leads to treasure on Easter Island,
and I’ve decided to search for it! I’m on the island right now.
But I’m afraid finding the treasure could be very difficult, so
that’s why I’m sending you a copy of the map. If you receive
this letter before I’m able to call you, it’s because I may be
in danger and I need your help. Find me by following the
directions on the map. See you soon!
P.S. Don’t dillydally. Leave immediately!
P.P.S. Invite someone adventurous to come with you —
someone like Wild Willie!
P.P.P.S. Take Susie with you as well. She can take photos to go
along with my story, and The Rodent’s Gazette will have the
scoop of the year!
Furthermore: Remember to update your will before leaving.
This island is very mysterious, and who knows what might
happen on a search for treasure. You may be leaving your fur
behind!
One Last Thing: I hope you didn’t find this letter too stinky.
I wanted to keep any sneaky rodents from opening it and
reading the map, so I dipped this letter in guano (that’s bird
poop, in case you were wondering). It stinks so much no one
would ever want to open it! Aren’t you impressed with my
ingenuity?
Love,
THEA
MAP TO THE TREASURE
OF EASTER ISLAND
Find the biggest ahu and its fifteen protectors.
Turn west and search for the Great Water that is and isn’t.
At the end of the day, follow the sun and you’ll find the
Seven Young Explorers.
Take seven gigantic steps to the right, three warrior steps
to the left, and one baby step forward.
The Sigh of the Wind will take you far away to the
Big Black Bubble.
There, the sea hides an ancient secret . . .
THE TREASURE OF EASTER ISLAND!
“Wh-wh-what?” I stammered. “A
map? A treasure? Easter Island?”
My whiskers trembled with fear. I didn’t
want to go on a treasure hunt! In case you
didn’t know it, I’m a real scaredy-mouse.
As soon as I uttered the word treasure,
the door flew open and smacked me in the
snout.
“OUCHIE!” I squeaked.
It was my cousin Trap. He had clearly
been standing just on the other side of the
door, eavesdropping. He didn’t
even apologize.
“A treasure?” he squeaked, rubbing his
paws together greedily. “I’m coming with
treAsure, treAsure,
treAsure!
Watch out!
BANG!
you. Oh, what a beautiful word:
treasure,
treasure, treasure
!”
“Trap, don’t you understand?” I scolded
him. “The treasure isn’t important — Thea
is! I received her letter, but she hasn’t called.
That means she’s in danGer!”
Susie tried to call Thea on the phone, but
she didn’t answer at home or on her cell
phone.
Ouchie!
A treasure?!
1
2
3
4
“Rat-munching rattlesnakes!”
I squeaked. “Thea must be in
real danGer! She always
answers her cell phone.”
I was so worried about my
sister that I fainted from fear.
As I said, I’m a real scaredy-
mouse.
But Susie managed to revive
me. First, she
smacked
my
cheek. Then she pinched
my ear. Next she poured
ICE-COLD
water from a vase
of flowers over my snout.
Finally, she stuffed a piece of
cheese into my mouth.
While I was trying to
get myself together, Susie
called Wild Willie. Do you
Smack!
Pinch!
Splash!
Eat!
2
3
4
Wild Willie?
know him? He is an
ARCHAEOLOGIST and a
true adventure mouse!
“Wild Willie, is that
you?” Susie squeaked.
“It’s Susie, the
official
photographer for The Rodent’s Gazette.
Thea has disappeared . . . There’s a treasure
map ... Easter Island ... RIGHT. We’ll leave
right away . . . YEAH, YEAH . . . Won’t
dillydally . . . RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT.”
She hung up.
“Wild Willie is on his way,” she
squeaked with satisfaction. “We’re leaving
immediately.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” I stammered.
“We’re leaving right now? But I have to
PACK a bag! And turn on my out-of-
office message! And say good-bye to my
Yikes!
Moldy mozzarella!
Where were we going?!
sweet nephew Benjamin!”
Suddenly, a GUST of
wind hit me right in the
snout. Then I heard an
incredible noise from
outside m
y window.
Before I knew what was
happening, a giant hook seemed to come
out of the sky. A second later, I was dangling
by my jacket collar as the hook scooped
me up and carried me away!
“Heeeelp!” I squeaked.
I turned toward Trap and Susie, hoping
they’d pull me inside. But instead, Trap
grabbed my tail, and Susie grabbed his.
“Go with the adventure!” Susie shouted
with a giggle as the hook lifted the three of
us into the air.
Heeeelp!
Heeeeeeeelp!
Go with the
adventure!
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THUMP!
A midnight blue airplane with a fierce
dragon painted on it flew overhead as we
soared over the roofs of New Mouse City.
My whiskers quivered with fright.
Have I mentioned that I get airsick? And
that’s when I’m actually inside
an airplane, not dangling below one!
I shrieked.
With a metallic screech, the cable above
me began moving UPWARD. Finally, I
landed inside the plane:
“This is fabumouse!” Trap shouted.
“Awesome!” Susie squeaked in agreement.
I’m AlIve!
I’m stIll AlIve!
But there were no shouts of excitement
from me! I kissed the floor of the plane
as I cried with relief.
“I’m alive! I’m still alive!”
“Well, for now…” a deep voice muttered.
It was Wild Willie !
He was the one flying the plane! He
handed me a map.
“Instead of wasting your breath, help me