"The dog's dying!"the boy on the other end screamed.
"Hey, wait a minute, now what, yo?"
"They dog's dying! I'm not sure what happened to him. He was fine a little while ago, but then I put something down, and he began to bleed all over the place!"
"AAAHHH!"Toad screamed his girly scream.
"What's this got to do with a mystery? We're detectives, not animal doctors."said Pietro.
"This is a mystery!"said the boy. "Don't you see? Why is he bleeding?"
"Maybe you need to go to a vet, kid."suggested Lance.
"No! I'm calling you! I'll do anything! Even clean your house for you. I'll wash, sweep, cook, anything, you just gotta help my dog!"
"Oh, it's a deal!"exclaimed Pietro.
They got his address and phone number, and went off.
"You see, you see, you see, he's dying!"exclaimed the boy.
"He does look pretty bad."said Lance.
"Yup."confirmed Arm.
"Exactly how long can dog bleed before it's...you know?"asked Toad.
"I think you better not say anything like that."Pietro told him.
"Something smells yummy."said Blob.
Everyone else gagged.
"How can you think of food, when you're looking at something like this!"asked Lance.
"I was just saying."
"It doesn't look like blood."said Eye. "It's got a different texture. And there doesn't seem to be any more coming out of the wound."
"But he's bleeding."
"He doesn't look like he's in any pain."
"That's because he's a brave dog."
"Brave dog or no brave dog. I still think you should have gone to a vet."
Ear went to get some towels, to wipe off the wound.
"Wait a minute. There's no wound here."said Eye, looking closely at the dog's face.
"It was tomato sauce!"
"Oh."said the boy shyly. "We did have spagetti and meatballs the other day. He must have gotten into it. That's what happened to the leftovers!"
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Well, I guess I owe you a month of cleaning."he said.
"You bet!"said Toad.
"When do I start?"
"Right now!"
He nodded.