Paris Hilton's beloved teacup Chihuahua was found Wednesday, her spokeswoman says. (Related story: Tinkerbell has no plans to promote book)
Hilton's camp offered no details, such as where the canine co-star of The Simple Life was found.
Or who found her.
Or where she had been.
Tinkerbell went AWOL a week ago, disappearing from the lanky heiress's Los Angeles digs.
What's worse: She was naked. (Tink, that is.)
No pink Chanel.
Not even a set of Louis Vuitton puppy slippers to cushion her step.
Was it a case of dog-napping?
Rumors began over the weekend. But it wasn't until Tuesday that a bereft Paris confirmed Tinkerbell was missing.
Last week Hilton, 23, offered a $1,000 reward for a "Lost Dog 8/11/04" and plastered West Hollywood with posters showing photos of an anonymous Chihuahua.
Hilton family assistant Wendy White told People that the missing dog was "Napoleon," not the famed Tinkerbell.
As the ruse unraveled, the Hilton camp fessed up, and Paris expressed her fears for her pup, and her purse.
"If they find out Tinkerbell is my dog, they'll hold it for ransom," Hilton told In Touch. "Everyone knows I'm rich, so they'll want millions."
Tuesday, Hilton increased the reward to $5,000.
Just how Hilton's precious accessory ended up lost remains a mystery. Star reports that the blame falls on Paris' sister Nicky, who left the door open at the house they share.
Conspiracy theories about Hilton's purloined pup abound:
• Was Tinkerbell on a quest to liberate Shih Tzu Honey Child from the Nicole Richie compound?
• Did Tinkerbell check into a canine Betty Ford treatment center? (Four days in dog years is equivalent to 28 human days.)
• Could Tinkerbell have flown the coop in a jealous rage, as the New York Post suggested? After years as an only pet, tiny Tink was recently joined by a Pomeranian named Prince, a ferret and a kitten.
• Some dared suggest Paris' ex, Nick Carter, might have plucked the pooch to avenge the couple's breakup.
• The New York Post also wondered if Tink was simply lying low, embarrassed by the publication of The Tinkerbell Hilton Diaries.
Not so, says the book's author, D. Resin. "I just heard they found her in an Ugg boot!"
Diaries does hint that Tink had her worries. "Listen, my hide matches suede. ... If (Paris) gets bored with me, I don't want to end up as a hat or something. If I suddenly start not showing up in pictures without an explanation, please call the police."