Note to self: strangle Eric first thing Monday morning.

"Please, please, please, Mr. Brain. He said you had an extra room! I promise I won't make a sound. I'll be as quiet as a mouse, which is rather ironic considering that-"

Brain raised his hand. "It's just too last minute, Pinky. Unfortunately, I have to refuse."

Nothing was going to interrupt the Orson Welles marathon. It only came on every 5 years. Nothing, not even puppy eyes.

Not the puppy eyes. Brain bit his lip, turning away and pointing to the files. Pinky kept his head low and began placing them in the file cabinet.

Remain stiff-lipped Brain, this is how they get you.

Pinky remained silent, not even noting how the folders looked like the color of egg yolks. Brain continued working, ignoring it.

Dear God, the silence was deafening. He got up and with a loud sigh, turned to Pinky.

"Fine, I guess you can stay the weekend. On one condition. I have important work to do in my study in the evening, and I must not be disturbed. Understand?"

Watching Citizen Kane wasn't necessarily ground-breaking work, but sometimes exaggeration was needed.

Pinky nodded, jumping up and down in glee. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, narf! I'll get right to work, poit! By the way, is anyone else starving. Sorry, but these folders look like when me mum made eggs. Boy, could she cook eggs-"

With these tangent, Brain dug himself a deeper grave. What did he get himself into?

Finally, it was the end of the day. Everyone already punched out of work, leaving just Brain. Pinky went back to his place to scourge what he could out of the flood. Apparently, he was only walking distance, so they agreed to meet in the parking lot.

Finally, only assisted by the dim lights of the streetlamps, he saw him with only one suitcase.

"That's it?" Brain asked, "No other things?"

God, his student workers weren't joking when they said they were in debt.

Pinky nodded. Brain unlocked the car and they got in. The car ride was mostly silent, save for Pinky switching radio stations every 5 seconds. He finally settled on one that had yodeling on it.

Brain grimaced and gritted his teeth through the incessant noise. It was only a 10 minute ride.

And it was the longest 10 minutes of his life. Each turn, he resisted the urge to hit a nearby tree and end it all.

Finally, they arrived. Brain locked the car and they both got down. He unlocked the door and let them both in.

"Ah, ah, ah, take off your shoes," Brain warned, grabbing the pink towel and laying it on the floor. "The room is to your left. Try not to drip on the carpet."

Pinky went off into the room. So far, so good.

Then, there was a lot of BANG and CLASH noises coming from the room. And it sounded like he was moving around a couch? But the room didn't have a couch. What the hell was he doing?

Brain knocked on the door and let himself in. He wish he hadn't.

Clothes were everywhere, on the floor, bed, dresser, and everywhere in between. The walls were covered with posters of cartoons, mainly from the 90s and 200s. Somehow, there was two new pieces of furniture: a ratty old chair and a small coffee table. And in the middle of it all was that small suitcase.

Brain finally found the words to speak. "All of that was in that suitcase? But how?"

Pinky merely pointed to the Doctor Who poster that was also up on the wall. Brain nodded, then went to the kitchen and grabbed two aspirin tablets and dry swallowed them. It was going to be a long week.