Frankie's Testimony
“Hi, Frankie. I was hoping you could tell me what you’ve been up to this evening.”
“Not much. I had to hang out in the Clothes Closet for a while because Pastry was in the Family Room flossing her toes with her tongue – absolutely disgusting. I couldn’t bear to hear it or watch it,” Frankie shuddered dramatically.
“Oh-kay…Were you in the kitchen at all?”
“Nope. I’m not your cookie thief.”
“I never mentioned anything about cookie theft.”
“Grissi told me you were sleuthing around.”
“Ah. You and Grissi are pretty good friends. I know you like to impress her. Did you maybe think that bringing her some treats might earn you a few ‘brownie points’ - if you’ll pardon the pun.”
“I won’t pardon the pun, or the insinuation!” he barked.
“Alright, alright, take it easy.”
“You know, if you ate that many treats, you would be pretty pudgy. Have you checked everyone’s fatness sliders? I think that would help you find the culprit. I, obviously, am very trim and athletic, so I am as innocent as the day is long.”
