Sam: Lucky! We're home!
Sam:I've got a treat for you!
Sam: I've got a treat for you!
Sam: Here, buddy. Yum!
Mom: He doesn't want the treat? Hmm. That's strange.
Sam: I know. Lucky always wants treats.
Sam: I'm worried, Mom.
Mom: Lucky will be better soon, honey.
Mom: Why don't you start your homework now?
Dad: Look, Lucky! It's your friends.
Dad: They're playing!
Sam: See, Dad? Something's wrong with him.
Dad: I think you're right, Sam.
Dad: Lucky doesn't feel well.
Dad: When we get home, we'll call the vet.
Dad: Come on, Lucky, let's go.
Mom: Okay, Dr. Mix.
Mom: We'll do that. Thank you.
Sam: What did the vet say, Mom?
Mom: She said to keep an eye on Lucky tonight.
Mom: In the morning we'll bring him to her office.
Sam: Oh.
Sam: Poor Lucky . . .