While Ben wondered where to walk his dog, two young men walked around Yancy Street, talking to each other. One had sandy blonde hair, the other had red hair.

"I tell ya, we have all the luck," the red-haired man said. The Yancy Street Gang knew him as Fruity Boy. "We embarrass the big lug, but then he gets Griswald!"

"What are ya complaining about?" Zanester asked. "Ya knew we'd be givin' up that dog sooner or later. We needed Griswald for our prank. It's not like ya actually actually cared for the mutt, right?"

Fruity Boy shrugged. "I don't know Zanester. I'm the guy who trained him. Everyone in the gang pitched in to feed him with pizzas. Do ya think Griswald remembers me?"

"Are ya sellin' out? Do ya want out of the gang Fruity Boy?"

"Of course not! I'm not selling out. I'd just like to see Griswald again, for one last time. Just don't tell nobody else, okay?"

Zanester glanced around him, making sure he couldn't be overheard. "I never thought I'd admit to this, but yeah, I miss the mutt too. Okay, I won't tell nobody. I doubt you'll see Griswald anytime soon though. He's the Thing's pet now, and that orange lump of lard hasn't been by here in a long time."

Fruity Boy and Zanester continued walking, but stopped talking. They were supposed to be tough guys, but through their conversation revealed that they have feelings too. To a Yancy Streeter though, this is a personal weakness.