One sunny spring morning I was rushing to work. I had lots of work to do. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Dancy the Dogetective. Now where was I? Ah, I remember, I work in the Department of Dogetectives. It was a typical work day. As I was working, my sister came in at lightning speed on her electric scooter!
“Pancy,” I said. “How many times have I told you to not ride your scooter in my office!”
“Sorry!” she said sheepishly. Right then, my up to no good cousin barged in.
“What up peeps?” she asked. Before I could scream anything, she stuffed my mouth with chicken.
Oh, chicken! My favorite, I thought, then I gulped it in one bite. Just then I realized that it had peanuts from the taste. Oh, no, peanuts! I always get a tummy ache when I eat peanuts. For some reason, my cousin doesn’t like me.”
“I NEED THE BATHROOM!” I shrieked.
My whole team looked at me.
“Oops, sorry Dancy-pants,” my cousin snickered.
“I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!” I shrieked.
I ran to the bathroom. After the bathroom, I ran to strangle my cousin, but my sister stopped me!
“Stop acting like babies, split up!” she said.
“Wow, nice going sis, thanks!” I said.
“You’re welcome,” she said proudly.
”Hmf,” said my cousin. Then I heard a little knock on the door.
”Come in,” I said. Just then I realized my little niece was standing outside the door.
“Hi auntie!” She ran to hug me.
“Oh, my little niece Fancy.” Not to brag but my niece is the sweetest, most honest little dog in the whole wide world.
”Oh, Dancy, I forgot to tell you that I have a holiday for one week!” my sister Pancy said.
“Oh, me too,” said my little niece. Suddenly my cousin’s grumpy face turns into a sly grin.
”I think that our cousin is up to something,” Pancy said.
”Isn’t it obvious?” I asked.
“Well, I guess.” Pancy said.
“Oh, sis, you never say yes or no,” I said as I burst out laughing.
“Well, yeah, I guess,” she said as she burst out laughing too.
“Auntie, can we go to Paris?” Fancy said.
“If I can book tickets, then yes,” I replied.
After our talk I realized that it was night, so I told my team to go home and my family went home too. The next morning I got a call from one of my best friends. I was shocked at what he had to say!
“We are going to Paris!” I shouted into my family’s room. We started to pack as soon as we finished breakfast. After 20 minutes, we were at the airport.
”Come on!” shouted my sister. After a maze of people we reached our airplane and boarded. On our flight, I was so excited I couldn’t stay still!
Finally, after a long flight, my cousin said, ”I am famished! I’m so hungry!”
“Oh, we can get a pawtogragh of a famous author.” I said. “Want to go?”
”Let’s go,” said my sis.
“It’s on 76th street,” I said. We walked down the road to 76th street, and were finally there. But the author wasn’t there! There was a crowd like swarming bees around honey.
“What a mystery,” I said.
“Let’s look for clues,” my sis said.
Me and my sister looked for clues while my niece and cousin asked people where they saw the author last. We were looking for footprints and other kinds of helping clues.
“Oh, come here,” my sister said, “I think I found something!”
“What did you find?” I asked.
In reply, she said, “I found some coins. I think our famous author got dognapped!”
“I think so too,” I agreed.
“Wow, look, I found more coins! It’s a trail of coins! Maybe if we follow them, it’ll lead to footprints or other clues!”
“Okay, ”I replied. And, as always, my sister was right. This time our clue was footprints! They led to a big hotel. Its name was the Ritz. The Ritz was one of the fanciest hotels.
”Hey, I know our famous author’s name. Let’s ask if someone saw him!” I said.
“Okay,” Pancy said. So we went to ask the hotel manager.
He said he hadn’t seen the author, but I saw a fearful look on his face and beads of sweat on his forehead.
”He is lying,” I told my family. They believed me, so we went to every floor and checked every door. Finally, on the fourth floor, in the 159th room, we finally found the dognapper. We knocked on the door, but the door had been left unlocked. Then, in front of our very eyes, was the one and only author.
“We found her!” exclaimed Dancy. She was tied up and had a handkerchief in her mouth so she couldn’t scream.
“Help!” she said, in a muffled scream. Quickly, Pancy ran to untie the handkerchief. I got a knife from the drawers and went to cut the ropes.
“Thank you,” our author said.
“You’re welcome,” we said, proudly.
THE END.