Whose Pet Is Best? by Carolyn Keene

Author:Carolyn Keene
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

“See what she made me do?” Jason said. “Dumb dog.”

“Serves you right,” George said. “You were teasing her!”

“Was not!” Jason yelled.

“Was, too!” George yelled back.

Nancy didn’t argue. She was too busy staring at the spilled backpack.

“Bess, George,” Nancy said, pulling Chip to her side. “Why don’t we help Jason clean up this mess?”

“No way, Jose!” Bess shouted.

“What for?” George asked.

Nancy smiled slyly. “Because you never know what you’ll find,” she whispered.

The girls picked up Jason’s stuff piece by piece. They found two packs of bubble gum, a rubber spider, and a water bottle. Nancy picked up a wet paper bag. It smelled yucky.

“Gross! What is this?” Nancy asked, holding her nose.

“It’s Skeevy’s lunch,” David said. “He likes blue cheese with onions.”

“That’s disgusting,” George said.

Nancy shoved the paper bag into the backpack and sighed. There was no can of Paws Off anywhere.

“Forget it,” Nancy whispered. “This backpack is clueless.”

The girls brushed off their hands. They stood up and returned to their bikes.

“You can clean up our rooms next,” David teased.

“No way,” George shouted back. “I’d rather clean a hippopotamus’s toenails!”

• • •

After pedaling a few blocks, the girls stopped their bikes in front of a small glass building. It was the local television station, WRIV-TV.

Nancy looked up at the building. “This is where Mr. Lizard does his show,” she said.

“And those dog food commercials.” Bess giggled. “They’re funny.”

All of a sudden, Nancy remembered that Mr. Lizard had said he didn’t want another dog act on his show. Could he have used the Paws Off?

“I think I might have another suspect,” Nancy said to her friends.

“What do you mean?” Bess asked.

They hitched their bikes to a rack in front of the building while Nancy explained.

“It won’t be easy,” Nancy said. “But let’s try to speak to Mr. Lizard.”

The girls walked through the main door of the television studio. Nancy led the way, holding Chip’s leash tightly.

A guard in a blue uniform sat behind a desk. She looked at the girls and smiled. “Hello. You must be the kid reporter Mr. Lizard is expecting.”

“Uh, I am?” Nancy asked.

George nudged Nancy.

“Yes, I am!” Nancy said quickly.

The guard handed Nancy, Bess, and George three visitor’s passes.

“Third floor, to your left,” she said, pointing to an elevator.

“Are we lucky or what?” George whispered to Nancy.

The girls rode the elevator up to the third floor. The doors opened, and they stepped out.

Nancy spotted a door with a shiny gold star. Mr. Lizard’s name was on it. “This is Mr. Lizard’s dressing room.” She made sure Chip stayed close to her.

Bess gazed at the star. “This is where he combs his bushy red hair.”

“And puts on those big rubber ears,” George said.

“And this is where he might hide a can of Paws Off,” Nancy said.

“I hope Mr. Lizard didn’t do it,” George said.

The door was open a crack. Nancy peeked in and saw the room was empty.

Nancy turned to Bess and George. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“You mean go in?” Bess asked. “Going into Mr. Lizard’s dressing room would be like going into—the White House!”

“We have to,” Nancy said.

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