HOLEY CHEESE, IT WAS STRANGE! RODENTS KEPT TELLING ME I'D DONE THINGS I HAD NO MEMORY OF. WAS I GOING CRAZY? HAD THE CHEESE FINALLY SLIPPED OFF MY CRACKER? NO, I SOON DISCOVERED THE TRUTH: THERE WAS A GERONIMO LOOKAKIDE GOING AROUND PRETENDING TO BE ME! WORST OF ALL, HE WAS TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE RODENT'S GAZETTE! I HAD TO GET THAT GREEDY IMPOSTER'S PAWS OFF MY NEWSPAPER...BUT HOW?