"I've got ta be tough on the outside, keep my feelings on the inside," Fruity Boy thought to himself. "I thought I wuz immune ta havin' warm feelings, but then I had to go and become attached ta Grizwald."
"Are ya still in yer funk?" Zanester asked, breaking Fruity Boy's train of thought. "If ya want a dog so much, there are others ta be found in New York"
Fruity Boy didn't respond. When he heard a dog barking, the sound didn't register at first. When it did, he only missed Griswald even more.
As the barking grew louder and louder, Zanester looked up and noticed a brown dog coming towards them. "Hey Fruity, heads up! If ya want a dog, one is runnin' towards ya!"
Fruity Boy looked up, and also noticed the brown dog. "Who's be lettin' their dog be runnin' loose like that, with a leash attached to 'im?" he wondered.
Once the dog got close to the two men, he stopped barking. He then cautiously walked around them, sniffing their shoes.
"What is this dog doing?" Fruity Boy asked. "Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd say this dog is Griswald or somethin."
At the mention of his name, Griswald began barking in earnest, and jumping in front of Fruity Boy. The Yancy Streeter felt puzzled by this chain of events. He didn't know if the dog was being friendly, or showing a weird form of aggressiveness.
Zanester took a close look at the dog's leash and collar. "This here is Griswald!" Zanester exclaimed. "Ya got yer wish Fruity Boy! Mebbe he's returned to his true home."
Fruity Boy bend down and held out his hand. "Griswald? Is it really ya?" Griswald leaped into Fruity Boy's lap when hearing those words, and licked the Yancy Streeter's face. "Grizwald, it's so nice seein' ya again!"
Griswald licked Fruity Boy's face some more, but then stopped. Something didn't seem right….
"Y'know, this whole thing seems a little weird Zanester."
"Really, how so?"
"If Griswald's here, then why ain't the Thing with 'im?"
"I am," a rumbling voice sounded from behind. "And it looks like Griz found himself a new friend."
Fruity Boy turned around, while holding Griswald, and noticed the Thing looking at him. "Git outta here Grimm," he stated bitterly. "Git outta here and take yer mutt with ya. This ain't yer terf no more."