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“Why is it moving?” asked Webster.

“Maybe it’s the wind,” said Sophie.

“Does the wind go wee, wee, wee, wee, wee?” asked Stink.

All three of them heard the squeaking sound now. Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee. “There it is again!” said Stink. “Something’s inside the Great Wall!”

“Sounds like a baby bird,” said Sophie.

“Or a creepy rat,” said Webster.

Stink and his friends crawled on hands and knees through the grass. Stink peered into an empty box of Mood Flakes at one end. A furry hair ball with dark brown eyes, a wet pink nose, and twitchy whiskers peered back at him.

“All I found is . . . a guinea pig!” said Stink.

“I found one, too!” said Sophie.

“I found one, three!” said Webster.

“Guinea pig party!” said Sophie, holding up a tricolor guinea pig that looked like it was wearing a wig.

“Guinea pig palooza,” said Webster, putting a black-and-white guinea pig in his lap.

“The Great Wall of Guinea Pigs!” said Stink, holding a little fur ball with blue eyes and spiky hair.

“When did you get three guinea pigs?” Sophie asked Webster.

“And how come you didn’t tell us?” asked Stink.

“They’re not mine,” said Webster. “I never saw them before. I don’t know how they got here.”

“If we were at my house,” said Stink, “I’d say my sister, Judy, was trying to clone guinea pigs again. One time, she put guinea pig hairs in the microwave to make more guinea pigs.”

“Maybe they escaped from the circus,” said Webster.

“Maybe they escaped from a mad scientist,” said Sophie.

“Maybe they’re alien guinea pigs from the planet Squeak,” said Stink.

“They look like plain old earthlings to me,” said Webster. He ran into his house to get an apple and some broccoli. The hungry guinea pigs munched down the apple in a flash.

“Eat all the broccoli, too,” urged Webster. “So I won’t have to.”

“I’m calling mine Astro,” said Stink.

“I’m calling mine Oreo,” said Webster.

“We can’t keep them,” said Sophie. “They must belong to somebody.”

“Yeah — us!” Webster said. “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

“Finders stealers, losers weepers,” said Sophie.

“Let’s take them to Fur & Fangs,” said Stink. “Mrs. Birdwistle will know what we should do.”

Webster and Sophie put their guinea pigs into a shoe box poked with holes. Stink let Astro ride in his very own shoe box.

When they got to Fur & Fangs, Stink could not believe his eyes. Or his ears. Cages were toppled every which way. Puppies squealed and parrots squawked. Rabbits raced in circles. And guinea pigs squeaked from every direction, running loose all over the shop.

“Don’t just stand there,” said Mrs. Birdwistle. “Help me catch them.”

“Let the Great Guinea Pig Chase begin!” said Stink. Stink, Sophie, and Webster crawled on all fours, cooing in baby talk and coaxing guinea pigs back into their cages with parsley.

“We’ll find the little hair balls if it takes till next Christmas!” said Webster.

When all the cages were right side up and all the piggies were safe inside again, Stink told Mrs. Birdwistle about finding three guinea pigs at Webster’s house. “They must be escapees,” he said.

“I’m not surprised,” said Mrs. Birdwistle. “The latches on the cage doors were broken, and they’ve been running mad all morning. Better help me do a quick count.”

“. . . ninety-nine, one hundred, one hundred and one!” called Stink.

“They’re all here!” said Mrs. B. “Including the three that went to see the Great Wall of China.”

“Are you stocking up for a big blow-out guinea pig sale?” asked Sophie.

“Heavens, no,” said Mrs. Birdwistle. “I heard about these little critters on the news yesterday. A lab was using the poor things to test shampoo and perfume. They’ve been half starved to death, twenty or more jammed to a cage, and they were living in their own droppings.” She pinched her nose. “Not pretty!”

“Yuck,” said Webster. “That’s really terrible.”

“I couldn’t stand to think of the poor little guys taken to a shelter,” said Mrs. B. “If they’re not adopted right away, they get put to sleep. So I