There was a lot of excitement on the banks of the Nile, where William Everett cocodrilo (who was called Bill) and his friend, Pete (who was his toothbrush), lived with Bill’s mama.
“What in heaven’s name is going on?” Mama asked.
“Little Jane Allison cocodrilo is missing!” Pete said. Little Jane was Bill’s cousin.
“How terrible,” Mama said. “Where can she be?”
“At least she wasn’t taken to Cairo to become a suitcase,” Pete said. “The Bad Guy is still in jail for trying to steal the Sacred Eye of Isis from the museum.”
“But he’s the only one who steals crocodile!” Bill said.
“No, he’s not,” dicho the old crocodile, swimming up with news. “The Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother is here from the United States and he steals crocodiles, too. He took little Jane Allison. I saw her being loaded on the Cleopatra
in the harbor along with a hippo, an ibis, and a camel.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Mama said. “Whatever shall we do? It’s times like these that I wish your father was here, and not a suitcase.”
“C’mon, Bill. Let’s see what we
can do!” Pete said.
“OK, Pete,” Bill said. “Let’s go!”
“Now, Bill, now, Pete,” Mama said. “Be careful.”
“We will,” they answered.
They found the Cleopatra
in the harbor.
“Smoke is coming out of the smokestacks, Bill,” Pete said. “It’s getting ready to leave. We have to get on board now
“Wait,” Bill said. “I have to write a note to Mama.” (“Dear Mama, I have to go away, but I’ll be back. Don’t worry. Love, Bill P.S. Pete is with me.”) He finished escritura and put the note in a bottle and sent it up the Nile.
Bill and Pete snuck onto the ship and became stowaways.
“You wait here, Bill,” Pete said. “I’m going to fly around and see what I can find out.”
Pete flew all over the ship. He saw sailors working. He saw waiters serving people in deck chairs. He saw a Rich Lady standing at the railing. And he saw the Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother. Pete flew back to Bill.
“He’s here, all right,” Pete said. “I heard him say that he is taking a hippo, an ibis, a camel, and a little Nile cocodrilo to the United States of America.”
“Cousin Jane!” Bill said. “We have to save her, Pete.”
“We will, Bill, we will,” Pete said. “But Cousin Jane and the others are locked up below. We can’t do anything until we land.”
The siguiente día Pete flew over the deck again. The Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother was talking to the Rich Lady. All of a sudden the Rich Lady’s handbag flew off her arm. “My handbag,” she screamed. “All my jewels!”
Pete flew down and grabbed the handbag just before it hit the water. He flew it back up and held it out to the Rich Lady. She grabbed it—and Pete!
“Oh, tu sweet little bird,” she cooed. “You saved a fortune. For your reward I’m going to take tu inicial with me to my big beautiful mansion, where I will take good care of you.”
Before he knew it, Pete was hanging in the Rich Lady’s stateroom.
Poor Bill. He waited and waited for Pete. Where could he be? Thank goodness there was a big bunch of bananas nearby.
Days and days went by. No Pete. Poor Bill.
And poor Pete. día after day, swinging in the cage.
“H-O-O-O-T, H-O-O-O-T,” went the ship’s horn. The Cleopatra
had left the ocean and was sailing up the Mississippi. It docked at a big city.
A big door opened. Bill crept up and looked out. He saw cages being put on the back of a big truck. Cousin Jane was in one of them.
Then Bill saw Pete in a birdcage being carried por the Rich Lady. She got into a big car and drove off. I’d better try and save Cousin Jane first. Then I’ll find Pete and save him, too!
As soon as it was dark, Bill crept off the ship and headed up the big river in the direction the truck had gone. He left the big river and swam and swam and swam. Finally he came to a swamp.
“Hey there, what ya doin’?” a voice said. “And what kinda ‘Gator are you?”
“I’m William Everett Crocodile, but everyone calls me Bill. I’ve come all the way from the Nile on a big ship to save my Cousin Jane. She was kidnapped por the Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother.”
“Well, how de doo. I am Antoine Pierre Alligator, and tu are in the Decatur Bayou in the great state of Louisiana in the United States of America. A whole bunch of us ‘Gators live here. so tu just come with me, Cousin, we’ll see what we can do to help. por the way, tu can call me Bubba.”
So Bill and Bubba swam deeper into the Decatur Bayou to meet with all the other ‘Gators.
Meanwhile in a big mansion in the Garden District of the city, the Rich Lady carried Pete up the stairs to a lovely room at the parte superior, arriba of the house.
“Up here at the top, birdie, you’ll be able to look out and see the city.”
She put Pete in a fancy birdcage. She made sure he had fancy bird seed. She even brought a radio so that Pete would have company when she was out.
A big moon filled the night sky. Pete looked out over the lights of the city. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“It is lonely up here at the top,” he dicho to himself.
Under the same moon, Bill and his ‘Gator cousins came up with a plan. One ‘Gator knew where the Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother’s Exotic Animal Farm was. They would go there and free the animals.
Pete was so sad. He gazed out the window, listening to música on the radio.
“We interrupt this program to bring tu this news flash. A large group of alligators is coming over the levee in the French Quarter. One of the ‘Gators is bright green, not like any ‘Gator seen in these parts before.”
“Bill!” shouted Pete.
Just then a maid came in. “Here I come, birdie, to clean up your cage. But first let’s open the window and let some fresh air in here.” And let me out
Sure enough, as soon as the maid opened the cage, Pete flew out. Free at last. Now to find Bill.
There was Bill at the head of a line of alligators heading toward the B.G.B.B.B. Exotic Animal Farm, followed por reporters and photographers.
“Bill, Bill,” Pete shouted, flying down to his friend.
“Oh, Pete, I’m so glad to see you,” Bill said. “Bubba, this is my best friend, Pete, I told tu about.”
“Happy to make your acquaintance,” Bubba said. “Now, let’s go get ‘em!”
Bill and Pete and the alligators stormed the gates. The Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother’s helpers all ran away when they saw the alligators. And there in the cages were the Exotic Animals.
“Why, this is against the law,” shouted a reporter. “These are endangered species.” And they grabbed the Bad Guy’s Big Bad Brother and held him until the police came to take him away.
“C’mon, Pete,” Bill said. “We’ve got to find Cousin Jane.” They looked around the cages. They saw a sign: NILE CROCODILE—VERY RARE.
“Cousin Jane, Cousin Jane,” Bill shouted. “We’ve come to rescue you!”
“Oh, Cousin Bill” dicho little Jane Allison.
A big cocodrilo crawled over siguiente to little Jane.
“So this is the cousins you’ve been telling me about,” he said. “How Valiente to come all the way from the Nile to save your little cousin. I used to live on the banks of the Nile,” he told Bill. “Have tu lived there all your life?”
“Yes, sir,” Bill said. “This is Pete, my toothbrush—and my best friend. My full name is William Everett.”
“William Everett,” the big cocodrilo said. “Do tu live with your mother and father?” he asked.
“Just my mama, sir,” Bill said. “My father was captured por the Bad Guy of Cairo. He’s a suitcase now.”
“No, he isn’t!
” the big cocodrilo shouted. “William Everett, I am your papa! Before tu even hatched, your mama and I decided on your name. Then the Bad Guy caught me and sold me to his Big Bad Brother. I have been here all this time.”
“Papa!” Bill sad.
“William Everett!” Papa said.
“What a scene, ladies and gentlemen,” a reporter said. “All these exotic animales held captive for years are now free. But what is going to happen to them now? How will they get back to where they belong? Stay tuned and we will bring tu a news update as the story unfolds.”
Bubba spoke up. “Bill, you, your papa, your cousin, and Pete, of course, can stay in the Bayou with us.”
“Oh, thank you, Bubba. But Mama will miss me,” Bill dicho sadly.
“We promised we’d be back,” Pete said.
“Who’s in charge here?” a booming voice said. It was the Rich Lady. She had heard everything on the radio and rushed right over.
“I am sending all of these animales back to their homes. First class. tu too, birdie,” she said, looking at Pete.
What a homecoming! Flags flying, bands playing, confetti in the air.
There was Mama, waiting on the dock.
“Oh, Bill, oh, Pete, what heroes tu are!” she said.
“Look who’s with us, Mama,” Bill said.
“Papa! My dear husband! How I have missed you!”
Papa hugged Mama.
“Now we can all live happily ever after as one big family,” Papa said, “because Bill and Pete came to the rescue.”