Act VII
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ."
"Hey, dog wake up."
Brian slowly opened his eyes to see the ceiling above him & Stewie a little to the left of his vision, staring him down.
"Huh? Why did you wake me up?"
"Okay, first of all your snoring has been unbearable, & secondly, it's already 5 o'clock, are you going to make dinner or just let me starve to death?"
"Can't you just do it yourself?"
"Oh, right, I can just see the headlines right now,"TODDLER GETS SENT TO THE HOSPITAL WITH SEVERE BURNS BUT STILL TAKES THE TIME TO ROCK A PINK APRON," do you want that to happen?"
"Fine."
He slowly sat up & got off the couch, while Stewie got up & followed him into the kitchen.
"You need me to put you in your high-chair?"
"What do you think hmm? Does it seem like a good idea to let the baby try to scale that mountain of a chair."
"Okay, okay, I get it."
"Oh no I'm not done yet. What would happen to you if I fell off & had to go to the hospital? You think you'd have to permanently be an outdoor dog?"
Brian shuddered at the thought of spending 24 hours, 7 days a week outside the air-conditioned house.
"I get it! I get it! Just... What do you want for dinner?"
"Are you a moron? We just spent an entire minute talking about a chair. Now get me into it!"
Brian rolled his eyes, sighed, & put Stewie into the high-chair.
"There, know what do you want for dinner?"
"Oh, you know, nothing special, just grilled cheese & a glass of orange juice."
Brian got the cheese, bread, & orange juice & laid them out on the counter. He turned the element on in the stove & poured the juice into a glass.
"Here you go, one glass of bargain brand orange juice."
"Oh thanks, that makes me just want to drink it all at once."
"Of course it does."
"Was that sarcasm?"
"...No."
"Sure, sure."
Brian rolled his eyes & put the bread & cheese into the pan on the stove. After a few minutes, Stewie crosses his arms & imagines he is tapping his foot on the floor below.
"Is it done yet?"
"No."
"Is it done yet?"
"No."
"...Is it done yet?"
"NO THERE IS NOT A SANDWICH IN FRONT OF YOU."
"Okay calm down or the neighbors will be over here telling us to quiet down."
Brian closes his eyes & takes a deep breath.
"No it is not done yet. It will be when there is a grilled cheese sandwich in front of you."
"That's all you had to say."
"Of course it is. Speaking of, here it is, one grilled cheese sandwich. Bon appetit douchebag."
"Oh, thanks you smug bitch."
Brian hands him the plate & sits at the end of the table. All that can be heard is Stewie chewing. After about five minutes, Brian puts Stewie's clean plate in the sink.
"You gonna leave me in this chair overnight?"
"Shut up."
Brian takes Stewie out of the chair & they both sit in their respective seats back in the living room. He grabs the remote & turns the TV to another marathon of Jolly Farm Revue. Brian's laying on the couch, facing the ceiling. He notices Stewie being completely silent while staring at the screen. Having nothing to do, Brian falls back asleep.
"Finally, he's asleep. Now I can go upstairs."
He grabbed a nearby blanket & tossed it over Brian.
"Goodnight Bry."
Stewie kissed the dog on the cheek.
He turned the TV off & went upstairs to his room. He yawned while putting his pajamas on & climbed into his crib.
"Goodnight Rupert."
Stewie imagined Rupert saying,"Goodnight Stewie." back to him.
DREAM SEQUENCE
"Where am I?"
It's just a dark room. Brian looks around yet sees nothing but pitch black.
"Is it like this forever?"
He walks forward & hits his head on a wall after the fifth step.
"OW! What is this?"
He rubs his hands along the surface & finds a switch.
"Huh, now what does this do?"
He flipped the switch & hears the flickering of a light behind him. He turns around to see a lone spotlight shining down from the ceiling on a flashlight on the floor.
"Good. Now I'll be able to see where I'm going."
Brian walked over & picked up the flashlight. He tries to turn it on, but the light doesn't show.
"Huh?"
He opens it up to see two empty spots where the batteries are supposed to be.
"Of course, just what I need, a dark room & a flashlight with no power.
Just then, Brian stepped on something that surprised him.
"OW!"
He looks down & lifts his foot to see a battery on the floor. He leans over & picks it up.
"Oh, that's just perfect. Now I have one battery, but the light needs two. OUCH!"
Brian lifted his other foot & saw a second battery for the taking. He picks it up & puts both batteries in the flashlight & closes it.
"There we go. Now maybe I can finally see where I am."
He switched the flashlight on & a ray of light shot out of the bulb.
"Finally, I swear if it didn't work I might have just thrown it into the sea of dark."
He shined the flashlight around to see that he was in Stewie's room.
"Wait... Why am I here?"
He couldn't think of an answer to that question.
"Oh, well."
Brian just walked to the door & tried opening it, but it wouldn't open.
"What the?"
He put the flashlight on a nearby table & pulled the handle with all his strength.
"Oh damn it. Now what?"
He picked up the flashlight & moved it toward the window.
"Why aren't any of the street lights on... OR THE MOON!?"
He looked up at the sky through the window, but it was as dark outside as the room he was in. He attempted opening the window, but like the door, it wouldn't open. Running out of options, Brian made a desperate move.
"Umm... This is worse than the time I had that key that could open any lock & it was bright outside."
He rocked back on his feet for a few minutes. Nothing happened.
"Stupid, stupid idea."
Brian sighed & sat on the floor beneath the window. He closed his eyes & leaned forward. Just then, he heard the flickering of another light & saw a second spotlight appear in front of him. Brian gained a mortified expression as he saw a grey dog about his height wearing a red hankercheif standing there with his back to Brian. His heart rate was accelerated & his breath quickened.
"New Brian? Wha- How... How are you alive? What are you doing here? Where did you come from?"
New Brian paid no attention to his frantic speech as he did a little chuckle.
"Ha, ha, ha."
"What?"
He slowly got up & walked toward New Brian.
"Are you okay?"
Brian put his hand on the other canine's shoulder, & NB says something.
"It wasn't my time."
Just then, New Brian's body dissipated & Brian felt his hand go through it.
"BRIAN!"
He awoke to hear an infant yelling his name from upstairs. He scrambled off the couch, dashed the stairs, & found that the door was locked.