Marcel
is a French mouse, and a detective. He has lots of friends in Paris. One of
them is Céline. She paints pictures and is very beautiful. Céline’s home is at
the Louvre. The Louvre is a very big museum in Paris, France.
Marcel often goes there for dinner. One evening in May he arrives with some pink flowers. There is a guard at the door. “I don’t know him,” Marcel thinks. “He must be new.” Then he walks inside.
Marcel often goes there for dinner. One evening in May he arrives with some pink flowers. There is a guard at the door. “I don’t know him,” Marcel thinks. “He must be new.” Then he walks inside.
The
two friends eat, drink and talk all evening. Céline shows Marcel her new
paintings. They talk about their summer holiday in Los Angeles. They laugh,
play jazz records and tell lots of stories. Then at 11 o’clock Marcel puts on
his coat. “It’s late,” he says. “I must go home.” Two minutes later he leaves.
“Good night,” says Céline. Then she closes her front door.
Marcel
walks across the floor. He is very happy. Then he stops. The room is dark, but
he can see something. What is it? A man? A man with a long knife? Yes! Suddenly
Marcel’s mouth is very dry. He runs to the wall. Then, after five seconds he
looks again. This time he can see the man’s face. “It’s that new guard,” he
thinks. “And he’s...he’s stealing the Mona Lisa!” The Mona Lisa is the most famous painting in the world.
Next
to the thief there is a black bag. Two minutes later the Mona Lisa is inside
it. The thief smiles and picks up the bag. But a second later he puts it down
again. “Where are my car keys?” he says, and begins to look in all his pockets. “All right,
this is it,” Marcel thinks. “It’s now or never.” He runs along the wall very
fast, climbs up the tall, black bag, and jumps inside it.
At
the bottom of the bag Marcel can see a face. The Mona Lisa’s face. She is
smiling at him. “Now what?” he asks her. There is no answer, but at that moment
the bag starts to move. Marcel can hear lots of noises: a car motor starts,
traffic goes by, and a radio plays. Then the bag suddenly stops. Marcel climbs the
painting and looks out. “A train station!”
Five
minutes later the Louvre "guard" gets on a train. He sits next to a thin man in
sunglasses and a white jacket. “Have you got it, Antoine?” the thin man asks.
“Yes,” the guard answers. After that the train starts and there is a lot of
noise. “Oh no! Now I can’t hear them,” Marcel thinks. But he can hear one or
two words. “Italy”, for example, and “all those cats”.
“Cats!”
Marcel looks at the Mona Lisa. His eyes are two big plates. “But cats kill
mice,” he thinks. “They eat them. And where are we going in Italy? Rome? Milan?
Naples?”
But
at that moment Antoine puts the bag under the seat. “Now I really can’t hear,”
Marcel thinks.
Then
he goes to sleep and has a very bad dream. He has a nightmare.
Early
next morning the sun is shining. Marcel opens his eyes and sees the Mona Lisa.
Then he remembers where he is. He runs up the painting and looks at Antoine and
Henri. “Good,” he thinks. “They’re asleep.” Ten seconds later, Marcel is
standing at the window. He can see a small village and some mountains. Then a
sign goes by: a hundred and eighty kilometers to Venice!
Two
hours later Antoine and Henri are on a gondola. “Look,” says Antoine and
laughs. He shows Henri a newspaper story. It says, "Thieves Take da Vinci Painting." Henri says, “Be quiet!” and turns to the boatman. “Do you see that
big palace on the left?”
“Do you want to go to Signor Spandini’s house?” the boatman asks.
“Yes. Stop there,” the thief says.
“Do you want to go to Signor Spandini’s house?” the boatman asks.
“Yes. Stop there,” the thief says.
Inside
the bag Marcel hears every word.
An
old woman answers the front door. “Come in,” she says to the two thieves.
“Signor Spandini is waiting for you.” She takes them to a big, dark room. A fat
man is sitting behind a desk. “Do you have it? Do you have the painting, the Mona Lisa?” he asks.
“Yes, Boss,” Henri answers. The bag is beside him. “I can’t stay in here,” Marcel thinks. He jumps out of the bag and hides behind a chair.
“Yes, Boss,” Henri answers. The bag is beside him. “I can’t stay in here,” Marcel thinks. He jumps out of the bag and hides behind a chair.
“Good,”
he thinks. “Now I can stop the thieves.” But then he goes cold. “Cats!” There are seven,
eight, no nine of them in the room. Suddenly Marcel remembers Henri’s words
“all those cats.” Then he remembers his dream on the train. What can he do?
Where can he go?
But
it is too late. One of the cats sees him.
“Help!” Marcel
thinks and climbs up a red curtain.
A
moment later the cat starts climbing, too. Marcel can hear it below him. He has
to do something - and fast! But what? Then he sees two candles above his head.
“That’s the answer,” he thinks.
He
jumps onto the bookcase and starts to push the candles over. They are very
heavy, but in the end he does it. Below him he hears, “Yeeooowwwww!”
“What’s all that noise?” asks Antoine. “Look! The carpet is on fire!” says Henri. Spandini stands up.
“Angelina! Quick, bring some water.” Marcel looks over the bookcase. He can see the Mona Lisa on Spandini’s desk. “OK,” he thinks. “This is it.” After that he runs down the curtain, across Spandini’s desk, picks up the Mona Lisa, and runs out of the room.
“What’s all that noise?” asks Antoine. “Look! The carpet is on fire!” says Henri. Spandini stands up.
“Angelina! Quick, bring some water.” Marcel looks over the bookcase. He can see the Mona Lisa on Spandini’s desk. “OK,” he thinks. “This is it.” After that he runs down the curtain, across Spandini’s desk, picks up the Mona Lisa, and runs out of the room.
Marcel
runs for a long time. He thinks, “I want to leave the Mona Lisa somewhere safe.
But where?” Then, after twenty minutes, he stops in a quiet street. In front of
him there is a police station.
The front door has a letter box. “Of course!” Marcel thinks. “That’s it.” He stands up tall. Then he pushes the Mona Lisa through the letter-box.
The front door has a letter box. “Of course!” Marcel thinks. “That’s it.” He stands up tall. Then he pushes the Mona Lisa through the letter-box.
Two
days later Marcel is in Paris again. At the station he sees a newspaper. It
says, ‘Italian Police Find the Mona Lisa’. Then he goes to the Louvre and tells
Céline everything. “Nine cats!” she says. “Oh Marcel, are you all right?” “Yes,
I’m fine,” Marcel answers. He goes to Céline’s window. “And the Mona Lisa’s
fine, too. Look, Céline. She’s smiling."