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Thanks to Knight of Renaissance Light for the Barbershop Quartet idea

"Jeeze have any of you guys seen Brian?" Peter asked his family. He had realized that his dog was missing right after he had finished talking with Lois and Quagmire about the mink.

"I thought he was with you," Quagmire told him. "Wait a minute," he said as a realization hit him, "do you think he went to find that mink for himself."

"Nah," Peter ignored the thought, "Brian is a good dog and-wait a minute you could be right."

"Then we must find Brian before he takes the mink to Mayor West," Joe spoke as he rolled himself over to the group. "I'm sure you ladies wouldn't mind while we go and search for Brian and the mink."

Lois let out a defeated sigh. She had hoped to spend a peaceful day with her family instead of hunting for an innocent creature. Then again, she had Bonnie and her children to spend the day with.

"Can I come dad?" Chris excitedly asked Peter to join the group.

"Sure son," Peter nodded his head, "let's spend some father-son time."

"YAY!" Chris jumped in the air as he joined the group of men.

Stewie who was sitting in the tent overheard everything that the men were saying. It was too bad that they didn't invite him to tag along with them but Stewie was brewing a plan of his own to catch that mink all to himself. It was all a matter of time.

After the men had left, Lois sat down on the picnic table next to Bonnie. "I was looking forward at spending some quality time with my family," Lois told her, "but all they want to do is go out and hunt for this poor mink."

"I wanted to spend time with Joe too," Bonnie calmly said, "he has been working so hard in the police force these days that I barely had time to see him, but what can you do? Men will be men."

"But at least we have each other to talk to," a voice said as Bonnie and Lois turned their heads and saw Meg walking over to the picnic table.

"Sure," the two older women slowly dragged out the word as the teenager sat down with them.

Brian paced back and forth as he waited for Minerva to get out of the house. He wondered what was taking her so long to get ready. It wasn't as if they were on a date or anything...even though he took it that way. He suddenly looked up and saw the beautiful making her way towards him.

"Sorry about that Brian," she said as she swished her tail back and forth, "I wanted to slip into something more comfortable." She was wearing blue jeans and a lavender shirt and she was barefoot. To Brian, she looked very hot.

"Well shall we go and hunt for those flowers then," he asked her.

"And I bought this basket to put them in," Minerva held the basket over her head, "let's go. I know a filed where there's tons of daises." She grabbed Brian's hand and the two ran away from the pond in search of the field of daisies.

The white lab and mink suddenly came upon a filed that was filled with daisies. There wasn't a patch of grass anywhere to be seen for the white flowers were covering it up. "Perfect," Minerva said as she took a step into the field. She plucked a daisy and sniffed it. "Mmm," she breathed as she looked ahead of her with a dreamy-like look on her face, "it smells very sweet."

Brian walked up behind her, "so how many flowers do you need?"

"As many as you can find," she told him, "the more the better but we'll see how everything goes."

Brian gave her a delighted nod as he turned around and began to pluck some flowers. Once his back was turned, Minerva turned her attention back to the flower. Slowly, she began to gently pluck out the petals softly whispering "he loves me, he loves me not." Once there was a last petal on the flower, Minerva let out a sad sigh as she plucked out the petal and said, "he loves me not."

"Hey look at this," Brian said as she turned her head to look at him. In his hand, he held onto a bloody red rose. "I wonder how a rose would wind up in a field of daisies." He held his arm in front of him and waited for Minerva to take the flower.

Minerva gladly accepted the rose as she took it in her soft hands. Suddenly, she put the rose into her hair.

"Whoa," Brian said, "you look very nice."

"Thank you," Minerva smiled at him, "I will always cherish it."

Brian's heart began to palpitate. Had he heard her correctly? He shook his head and was transported back to reality and he began to help the mink gather some flowers for her picnic.

Minerva walked over to a patch of daisies. Once she held out her hand to pluck them out four men in straw-colored hats and red colored suits jumped out of the flowers. Minerva yelped as she jumped back and looked at the four men in surprise.

Brian's head shot up when he heard her yell. He ran over to her and helped her to her feet. "Are you alright?" he asked her.

"Hello," one with a deep voice sang.

"Hello," the tenor sang.

"Hello," the baritone sang.

"Hello," the high tenor sang.

Minerva put her hands on her hips and furrowed her eyebrows at the four men that had startled her. "Ugh," she scoffed, turning her full attention to Brian, "if there's anything I hate more than musicians, it's singing barbershop quartets." She turned her head and looked at them, "listen you four, do you sing everything you say?"

"Pretty much," the four men sang in unison.

Minerva face-plamed herself for asking such a question.

"It gets a little annoying, doesn't it?" the bass member asked.

Minerva slowly moved her hand away from her face and putting on the sweetest smile she could, she said, "well, actually it does. If you men think that you can sing, so can I."

The four men looked at each other with an amused look. "Ooh," they said in unison and turned they attention back to her. "Then might you sing something for us?" they asked.

"Well," Minerva thought about it, "alright." She put her hand over her throat as she cleared her throat. "It's not pretty being me, just try it and you'll see. It's harder than you think, to be gorgeous mink. La, la, la-la-la. It's not pretty being me."

"You have the voice of an angel," the lead tenor sang, "we consider you to join our group."

"We can even make you the leader of this troop," the high tenor, baritone, and the bass member sang.

"Hey," the lead tenor said as he turned around and looked at the other three with a disapproved look on his face, "but anything to have this girl in our group."

Minerva took a deep breath and held her nose in the air. "I'd rather sing with a crow," she said as she turned her back to them and walked away.

"Oh no," the bass member sang as his happy expression turned into a frown.

"Sorry Joe," Minerva said, "now let us be before we can disagree."

"But-but-but," the baritone sang as he walked up to her, "can't you just join our group. We won't disappoint and that's a guarantee," he sang as the other nodded their heads to her.

"Join, me? Never," Minerva said, "you might be very clever into letting me join your group but I don't want to be part of that loop."

"Aww," the four of them moaned as she threw her bond hair over her shoulder and walked over to Brian.

"I think that's enough flower picking for today," she told him, "let's go back to my house." With that, the two of them picked up the basket, passed by the Barbershop Quartet members and went over to Minerva's house.

"Why is she with that dog?" the high tenor sang.

"Oh God," the bass member sang as he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.