"POTTS, GET BACK HERE!" cried Mew, who was chasing after the blasted green-dyed dog. Well, he wasn't much of his unusual shade since he is covered in dirt. And on top of all that, he had made a mud mess around the whole garage with his muddy paw prints since it rained all week. She stopped to sit down, because he was just too quick for her.
Jazz was with her, watching all the commotion happen between the two. She was holding a sponge, and she also in defeat as she had tried to catch the dog herself, shaking her head silently. There was also Yoyo, who was reading a magazine and was supposedly "helping" the two girls.
He glanced up and smiled his mischievous grin behind his monthly issued game magazine Corn picked up on his way back to the garage and snickered, "Well, maybe you should try to get him to fly back to you, yo," he suggested jokingly. Mew stood up from crawling and put both of her hands on her hips, giving a scowl.
"Knock it off, Yoyo! You're practically sitting there reading an stupid magazine while letting your dog run around loose!" she yelled.
Yoyo gave a fake sigh, "Gee, I was just giving a suggestion, you're being such a baby," with a grin back at Mew.
"Well, if you want to help, you should help me and Jazz at least get him! And that's by helping us chase your dog. Right Jazz?"
Jazz sighed, wanting to stay out of THAT argument and looked at the two instead. "...you both argue like you're married, ya know," she murmured.
Both Mew and Yoyo looked at each other and made a disgusted face, which sets Jazz into laughter. "As if!" yelled Yoyo.
Mew sat down and thought for a moment. She was right, arguing with him isn't getting anybody anywhere with this. It sure wasn't getting Potts in the tub with all this tomfoolery. She pondered, and after a while, she gave up and put her hands on her cheeks.
"Hey, why don't you get Garam to help you? He's good at getting him in the morning when he takes him for a walk..." Jazz suggested.
"Right, so then she wouldn't rat me out, yo."
Mew's face was tinted red as she stomped back at the annoying boy, "He's your dog, that's why!"
"But he probably don't need a bath, yo. You're just nit-picky."
"I most certainly am not. I just prefer if Potts would be cleaner, and you're obviously not doing such a great job at keeping responsibility for him!"
The argument seemed to make it's way back and go a full circle. Jazz was tired of hearing them argue.
"Okay, okay, well.. if it makes you feel any better Mew, I'll go get Garam. I think he's down at Dogenzaka Hill, if I'm correct." Mew glanced at Yoyo and then back at Jazz.
"That's good. While you do that.. I'll see if Beat can help... " Mew said, thoughtfully, "...yes, he could probably help us, too!"
Yoyo snorted, "...tch, as far as helping goes, Beat doesn't do crap, yo," as he reached over and grabbed some Cheez-Its from the coffee table, eating and waiting for Mew to respond angrily, just for his own pleasure.
Instead, she shook her head, still full of delight that Jazz brought up Garam to help her. "I'm sure he'll help! Besides, it's not like you're doing anything yourself."
Jazz scoffed. Yoyo was lazy, but Beat's top-notch lazy. What's funny is, this all started by Mew finding out nobody really bathe Potts, even if he could skate... which is kind of peculiar to her.
"Hey! I did try to help, yo!"
"And what was YOUR help?"
"I gave a suggestion."
Mew stared at him grimly. "So?! Anybody can do that, Yoyo."
Jazz shook her head once more as she walked out the garage, beginning to make her way down to Dogenzaka Hill.