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Brian would have given up searching for her if he hadn't developed a crush on Minerva. He had successfully sniffed her out and he found her right by her home. Minerva threw a red and white checkered cloth to the ground and gracefully sat on the fabric as she pulled her picnic basket towards her. His eyes brightened and he wagged his tail as he ran towards her. "Thank God I found you," he said.

Minerva looked up and furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you going to try and hunt me again?"

"What? No," Brian answered, "why would I want to do that?"

"That's what the baby said," Minerva answered as she avoided eye contact with him.

Brian shook his head, "forget about what Stewie said. The truth is that yes, my owner was planning to use me as a hunting dog and I was against it. Then when they used me to hunt you down, I was still against the idea until I found out that it was you."

This time, Minerva looked up. "So you weren't going to hunt me anyway?"

"Yes," Brian nodded his head, "that's what I was trying to tell you but then you left."

"In that case Brian," the mink said as she scooted to the right and made some room for him, "would you like to join me for a picnic?"

Brian smiled and walked over to her and sat down. "So what are we having?" he asked her.

Minerva reached into the basket and pulled out a freshly baked pie that she had made. "Pie," she answered, "it might not taste as good since I'm not the best cook around but we'll see how it has turned out." She looked up from the pie crust and then at Brian. A mischievous smile made its way to her lips, "would you...like me to feed you?"

"Well I can...ohhhh," Brian realized what she had meant to say. "Please do."

Minerva chuckled as she took out a fork from the picnic basket, plunged it into the pie crust, scooped up a little of the sweet dessert, and fed it to Brian.

Death floated through every part of the forest as he tried to find this mink. His intention wasn't to hunt her down. He wanted her to give him what was rightfully his and if she did, then he was going to leave her alone. If she didn't, then that would be a different story. Killing her might be a better option Death thought as he gripped onto his scythe. That way I can have a hot girl in the underworld.

Death halted floating and hid behind a tree when he heard a soft giggle coming from within the trees. He peeked out and saw Minerva giggling as Brian nuzzled her. Gotcha now! Death thought as he floated over to her. "It's time to pay up!" he yelled as he held his scythe towards Minerva.

Minerva jumped from her seat and saw a black floating fabric hovering over them. "Who's in there?" she asked.

"You can't see me face! I'm Death!" he yelled.

"Uh-oh," Brian said as he held Minerva close to him. He felt her whole body quivering . "What's wrong?" he asked her but Minerva made no motion to open her mouth and explain. She was too frightened to speak when she saw a black floating piece of fabric hovering over them with a scythe. "What do you want?" Brian finally asked Death with a stern voice.

"This mink's time is up," Death snapped as he pointed his scythe at Minerva, "and it's her time to pay up."

"Pay up what?" Brian asked as he pulled Minerva close to him, "you're not insinuating something kinky are you?"

Death's arms fell to his side, "what?" he asked, "are you crazy to ask such a question? I'm not interested in that. No, she has to owe me money."

"What money?" Minerva asked as her voice came to her.

Death hung his head and let out a loud groan. "Hello?" he sternly said, "remember that time when I visited you here and asked you to take me place as a blackjack dealer in the Atlantic City Casino. I was suffering from a cold during that time and you promised to give me back that money when you had the chance."

"Well why didn't you say so?" Minerva said as she slowly pulled away from Brian's grip and reached into the pocket of her jeans, "I only made a thousand dollars in that job. Is that okay?"

Death grabbed the money out of her hand and counted it. There was a thousand dollars alright. "Good enough for me," he said. He threw his arms in the air and disappeared from them.

Brian looked at the empty place where Death once stood and looked at Minerva. "A thousand dollars as a blackjack dealer?"

"True story," Minerva smiled, "but the joke's on him. That money was fake for I spent the thousand dollars on a whole new wardrobe."

"Why you naughty girl," Brian shook a finger at her, causing Minerva to giggle. The two suddenly looked up when a rustling came from within the bushes. Brian stood up on his feet and stood in front of Minerva. He found himself growling at whoever was in the bushes. From within the bushes, a man with brown hair and a commercial-like smile walked out of the bushes and approached Brian and Minerva. "Oh," Brian said, "it's just Jim."

"That's right," Jim brightly answered, "none other than the famous Jim Kaplan here to sell you one of his famous shampoos for those blond luscious hair."

"Ooh," Minerva said as her eyes brightened. She gripped her blond hair with her hands and pulled them towards her eyes, "I might need to use some of that shampoo."

"No!" Brian flung his arms towards her and stopped her from going close to Jim. He softly gripped her wrists and whispered, "you don't want to use any of his stuff. He's going to sell you some cheap product and take all of your money."

"Are you sure?" Minerva asked.

"If I didn't warn you, I wouldn't be here," he told her.

Minerva looked from Brian and then at Jim. "Well," Minerva spoke, "thank you for the offer but I am all set with the bathing necessities."

"But you don't understand," Jim told her, "this product will make your blond hair stand out and make it soft and shiny in the process."

Minerva rolled her eyes to the skies and puckered her lips as if she was in deep thought whether or not to buy the product. "Well," she began, "I would lie to see how it affects someone before I try it. Can you show me?"

Believing that she was going to buy his "product" Jim brightly smiled and said, "sure!" he held his hand out and squeezed the frothy product into his hand. The color of the product was blue. "You just squeeze it into your hand, rub it around your hands, and smear it all over your hair. Of course you need to be in the shower while doing this process."

"Mm-hmm," Minerva nodded, "and why does the product turn your hair blue? Isn't shampoo supposed to foam and retain the same color of your hair?"

Jim suddenly realized what he had done. "DAMN IT!" he yelled, "just forget about it!" he yelled as he kicked the pink bottle away from his feet and ran away from Brian and Minerva.

"And that's why Death should have taken him when he had the chance," Brian commented.

"Agreed," Minerva nodded.