(Andy's view)

I watched with growing concern as the pets hid under the couch before scurrying into the kitchen.

"Get out of there you little idiots! You're going to get hurt!" I yelled at my phone, as I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
"Darling, what's the matter?" Juliet asked, as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"The pets are in the kitchen hidden under the oven with a burglar on the loose in the house." I said, as I showed her the video. "What are they doing?!" She exclaimed in horror. "I'm not sure darling, but we must keep an eye on them." I replied, as she paced around our hotel room.

I watched in concern as the pets peaked their heads out from beneath the oven then ducked back under as soon as they heard footsteps.