I think we should take Roscoe to the vet. Why? Because he swallowed the squeaker out of the squeaky toy. I'm afraid he might be, you know … Blocked. Have you seen the back yard? He is definitely NOT blocked!
I can't believe Roscoe swallowed my cellphone. That can't be good for him. You'd better call the veterinarian. Rowlf! Ah! There's your phone. Now you can call him yourself.