Phil's Clean Spaghetti (Dr Phil x Mr Clean x Spaghetti)

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Dr Phil sighed as he opened up the door to his mansion. After a long day of filming, he just wanted to relax and have a nice dinner with his wife. He placed his keys in the dish by the door and tossed his black suit jacket onto the plush couch in the sitting room. He ran his hand across the side of his shiny, bald head and walked to the kitchen.

"Hopefully Robin started dinner," he said to himself.

However, when he entered the kitchen, the oven was off. The kitchen was spotless, almost like it hadn't been touched that day at all.

"That's weird," Dr Phil mumbled. Robin always started dinner after filming wrapped for the day so that when he got home, they could eat together.

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound from upstairs. The noise sent Dr Phil into action. He rushed upstairs.

"Robin?" He called. But there was no answer. If anything, there was less noise than before. He made it to his and Robin's bedroom door, guessing that was where the sound was coming from.

He ripped open the door and was horrified by what he saw. Robin, his wife, was frantically pushing a pale figure into their shared closet. She froze the moment she heard the bedroom door slam shut.

"This isn't what it looks like!" She exclaimed as her eyes met her husband's shocked face. She wearing only her silky red dressing gown and clutching it closed with her bony, wrinkled hand.

"Open the closet." Was all Dr Phil said.

Robin started trying to block the closet doors "There-There's nothing in there I promi-"

Dr Phil didn't wait for her to finish talking. He stomped to the trouser and threw open the double doors. Inside was a man he knew well.

"Forky?"