| "Boy!" said Ralph to himself, his
whiskers quivering with excitement. "Boy, oh boy!" Feeling
that this was an important moment in his life, he took hold of the
handgrips. They felt good and solid beneath his paws. Yes, this motorcycle
was a good machine all right.
Ralph the mouse ventures out from behind the piney knothole in
the wall of his hotel-room home, scrambles up the telephone wire
to the end table, and climbs aboard the toy motorcycle left there
by a young guest. His thrill ride does not last long. The ringing
telephone startles Ralph, and he and the motorcycle take a terrible
fall - right to the bottom of a metal wastebasket. Luckily, Keith,
the owner of the motorcycle, returns to find his toy. Keith rescues
Ralph and teaches him how to ride the bike. Thus begins a great
friendship and many awesome adventures. Once a mouse can ride a
motorcyle ... almost anything can happen!
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