Holey cheese, it was strange! Rodents kept telling me Id 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 lookalike going around, pretending to be me! Worst of all, he was trying to take over The Rodents Gazette! I had to get that greedy impostors paws off my newspaper -- but how?