Geronimo Stilton, dressed in his green suit and red tie, sat at his desk looking somewhat disheveled, a stack of papers threatening to topple over any second now. He adjusted his round-framed glasses that were askew, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scanned a proofread of the latest article, a detailed report on the missing cheese shipments from Cheddar Valley. He tapped a paw against the desk, a nervous rhythm that echoed the frantic ticking of the clock on the wall. "Something's not right,"

he mumbled, his keen eyes catching a discrepancy in the reported delivery times. One thing's for sure he's been pretty on edge lately constantly in his office, only leaving for coffee and bathroom breaks. You've never seen him like this and have grown quite concerned about him.