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Let sleeping dogs lie!
When we last left our traumatic duo, Alpha Stein's heart monitor had flat-lined, inciting Nurse Chi Wa-Wa to shoo Frank, Meme, and Stan Jacquelle (celebrity sleuth extraordinaire), out of the room. Anxious about leaving Alpha under Dr. Nan's care, Frank and Meme consulted a panel of experts and concluded that they would prefer to call another doctor (a certain Dr. Tiger Sagitarius was recommended). Sadly, however, time was of the essence.
"Fetch the paddles!" Dr. Nan shouted at the poodle. "And get those irritating fur-balls out of here!" Nurse Chi Wa-Wa slapped the probes on Alpha's chest, flipped the switch, and shouted, "Clear!" The electronic beep bleeped steadily. "I need you all to leave now!" Nurse Chi Wa-Wa ordered.
"Listen up, Lady BahBah, we're not going anywhere until this little puppy is back on her paws," Stan pierced.
"And again on one, two, three, and Clear!" Dr. Nan bellowed, her forehead drenched in sweat. The heart monitor started to pulse. Dr. Nan exhaled, smoothed her lab coat, and headed for the door. "I'm afraid you kids are barking up the wrong tree."
"You know what?" Frank grinned, grabbing Meme. "You're absolutely right! Alpha's on the mend. It's high time we do the bird." The couple made a dash for the threshold, but bumped into Dr. Fox, who was on his way in. He took one look at the heart monitor and gasped.
"What's up doc?," Stan inquired with studied nonchalance.
"I am zimply very happy to zee zhe patient making progress," Dr. Fox winked at Dr. Nan.
"Well, it's a good thing you dropped by," Dr. Nan gushed. "You forgot your leftovers this morning," she pointed over to the tin foil swan in the corner. "And it's almost lunch time."
"No, mein dumpling, zhat iz your midday meal, not mine."
"Ahah! I knew something smelled fishy!," Stan blurted out. "Being the reigning queen of Hollywood gossip, I will NOT rest until someone fesses up to having the crabs!"
Frank and Meme are now seeking your advice on whether it's safe to leave Stan holding the proverbial bag. Tell them what you think, and Stan will slip you a Gucci poochie for your troubles.
Thanks again for joining us. We'll see you next week!