AJ stormed angrily into his living room and grabbed for the chordless phone that sat neatly in its cradle on the black end table. His fingers dialed furiously and he tapped his foot with impatience as he listened to the ringing.
"B-Rok, I swear to God whoever is coming after me is going to die!"
Minutes later Brian opened his front door and covered his mouth quickly with his hand. But he wasn't fast enough to smother the laugh that had already escaped.
AJ's eyes burned with a fierce fury, "Stop it, B." He snapped sharply, his hand protectively around two of his dogs.
Stepping back, Brian continued to unsuccessfully stifle his laughter.
"B…" AJ warned.
But it didn't have its intended effect; Brian burst out laughing, and was doubled over holding his stomach. "Oh God," He gasped through his fit, "I have got to call Nick! He has to see this."
Before making it to the phone, AJ already had his hands on it and out of his grasp. "Nu uh." He said shaking his head, "This isn't getting out to anyone else."
Brian laughed some more, "Oh come on man!" He said pointing to the dogs. "That's hilarious."
AJ looked at his two whiny pets. The orange, purple, blue, red, and green were unmistakable on the white coats of fur. But that wasn't necessarily the part that made him angry, it was more of the dyed mohawk haircuts that they now fashioned was what got to him.
The short lived silence was broken by Brian laughing once again as he ran his hands through the dogs' new hair-do's. "Heya, Butch." He said grinning.
AJ grimaced, "Back off, man, that's Panda. And do you see me being happy or laughing over this?"
Brian smiled up at him as he continued petting the discolored animals. "But they look soooo cute like this." He said laughing. "You're triplets!"
"Are you kidding me?" He shrieked, "Panda and Bear are … ruined!" AJ shouted in aggravation, "Just look at them."
It was the wrong thing to say, cause once Brian did; he was laughing all over again. "I am!" He managed to choke out, "Why do you think I'm laughing?"
"Just shut up and tell me how I can fix this!" AJ screamed angrily. "I want my dogs back to normal."
Still laughing Brian went to the phone, "Yeah, Nick?"
AJ jumped up, but Brian held his hand out. "I got a hypothetical question, man. What if, I dyed someone's dogs and needed to get dyed back to their original color?" He grinned oddly, "They'd actually do that? It's on tenth Street? Kay, thanks, man"
Sitting back in relief, AJ put his hand to his forehead while the other one petted one of his multi-colored dogs.
"No, its AJ's and I didn't do it." Brian shrieked with laughter, "But you should see the mohawks, man!"
AJ launched himself from the chair and grabbed the phone from his friend before shutting it off and throwing it. "Thanks for ya help!"
Brian grinned again and shrugged, "It just so happens Nick said that the groomers on 10th Street can fix ya doggies from their identity crisis."
He flinched slightly, "I need a doggie carrier. There's no way they're going out in public like that!"
Getting up, Brian left then returned back with a small dog carrier in his hands. "Be careful, Tyke doesn't like his stuff messed with."
"Wouldn't dream of messing with his stuff, B." AJ said rolling his eyes.
Brian nodded, "Good." Then he laughed, "Now take care of ya mutts, huh?"