"Goodbye, Grandma." Tears welled up in Jessie's eyes as she put the phone down.
"What's wrong?" asked her brother, Scott.
"It's Grandpa," said Jessie, breaking down and sobbing.
Scott got a little alarmed. "What's wrong with Grandpa?"
"Grandma said that he was in the doghouse," said the little girl, trying to control her sobs.
Scott realized his little sister didn't understand. "Oh!" he said, trying not to grin.
"I don't want Grandpa to have to live in the doghouse," said Jessie.
Scott tried to look serious to keep up the charade. "What can we do to get him out?" he asked.
"I don't know!" said Jessie, anxiously. "But we need to think of something fast!"
"We need to find out why Grandpa's in the doghouse in the first place," said Scott. "Maybe we should go to Grandma's and Grandpa's and rescue him."
"That's a good idea," said Jessie, suddenly cheering up. "Let's go right now!"