It was evening and Pickles and Piper were having a sleepover. Pickles didn't think Piper should be left alone. They shared their near death experience with Piper's parents that evening at the table.
"So, have you heard of any strange stuff going around?" asked Pickles.
Piper's dad was the police chief, if anything was going down, he was most likely on to it.
"I haven't heard a thing," he said, staring down at his plate and wondering how Zaboo's toy mouse had gotten in his soup. He picked it up by the tail and tossed it across the room.
"Doug!" yelled Piper's mom. "You're cleaning up that mess, not me!"
Doug laughed as he looked down at Zaboo with his mouse. "Don't think I'm gonna have to. Zaboo's pretty much cleaned it up for me."
The girls laughed and Piper's mom shook her head. She hated messes.
"Have any boys been in trouble lately?" asked Piper.
"No," replied her dad. "In fact, we've had very few arrests lately. Makes for a bit of a boring town."
Just then, Doug's phone rang. "Dang. I spoke too soon." He grabbed his coffee, keys, and jacket, said good-bye and left.
The girls headed out to the tree house to spend the night.
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