The Secret Life of Brian
by LDEJRuff
Chapter 4 - I'm Home, Dylan
Set to an instrumental of Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of Silence", Brian drove his Prius to Providence. He began to look all around. There was the Performing Arts Center, where he could show his play, "A Passing Fancy". There was Roger Williams Park, where he could find some girls to date. There was the Swan Point Cemetery, where he could pay his respects to Tracy's father. There was the Childrens' Museum, where he could take Dylan to. There was RISD (the Rhode Island School of Design) where Seth MacFarlane, the show's creator, studied about animation.
Brian continued to look around Providence until he reached Manton Avenue, the street where Dylan was raised. Brian stopped at the Flannigan house there and knocked on the door, where he was greeted by a depressed Dylan. His expression quickly changed to that of surprise when he saw his canine father.
"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to show, Dad," he said.
Brian chuckled. "I'm home, Dylan, and I'm here to stay."
"But what about your family, the Griffins?" Dylan asked. "Won't they be worried about you?"
Brian shook his head. "They and the rest of Quahog think I'm dead. I faked my death so I could get to you."
"Dad, you really shouldn't have done that," Dylan shrugged. "But thanks. So, what have you been up to these days?"
"You have a lot of stories to catch up on, Dylan," Brian answered. "I can buy most of them on DVD."
"Really? Like, by season?"
Brian chuckled. "No, not by season."
Within a month's time, one day, Brian took Dylan to Roger Williams Park for a little father-son outing. This was the first time in a while that Brian had to spend some real time with Dylan.
"Wow, Dad," Dylan said. "It sure is a nice day for a stroll at the park."
"I know you're going to just love some quality time with your dear old dad," Brian replied.
Dylan chuckled.
While the two continued their walk, they suddenly heard soft whimpering coming from the statue of Roger Williams and stopped short.
"Dylan, do you hear something?" Brian asked.
"Yeah," Dylan replied. "And I think it's coming from the statue."
The followed the sound and saw another dog, sitting on its hind legs, crying. This dog appeared to be a cross between a Pit Bull and a German Shepherd, had tan fur that seemed to be all over, and wore a black collar. Its back was toward the statue.
"Dad," Dylan whispered. "It's a dog, just like you."
"Shhh," Brian replied. "I think I know who this dog is, whom I haven't seen in years."
Brian walked slowly closer to the dog, trying not to make a sound until he started to greet the dog.
"Vinny?"
The dog tuned its head, and by the black eyebrows, it was revealed that the dog was a male. There was cream white fur from his nose downward. His sad expression quickly changed to one of surprise.
"Brian?" Vinny responded in a New Jersey accent. "Is it really you?"
"Yeah," Brian answered. "It's been a long time, little brother." With that, Brian gave Vinny a hug. When Vinny turned the rest of his body around, the cream white fur was shown to lead all the way to his belly. "I couldn't help but overhear that you were crying. What happened?"
Vinny lowered his head. "My owner, Leo, had just died."
"Oh," Brian replied, sadly. "I'm sorry about that. How'd he die?"
"Yoga incident," Vinny answered. "His pubic area split in half on the first pose. I hear that NBC is doing a Dateline special about it."
"Oh," Brian understood. "Maybe you should spend some time with me and Dylan. We can discuss it over tea and dog biscuits."
"Dylan? You mean your blonde owner?"
"Dylan's not my owner," Brian shook his head. "He's my son."
"Your son?" Vinny repeated, eyes widened. "You're a father to a human? That's a crazier idea than a mother pig raising a Guinea pig!"
Cutaway: We are at a barn where a mother pig was raising a Guinea pig like it was her own offspring.
"Awww, look at you," she said softly to the sleeping Guinea pig. "It's so nice that a pig like me could take good care of a little Guinea pig like you. This animal parenting program really does the trick.