Chapter 1: The Dog's Loose!
"Potts, you get back here!" cried Mew, chasing after the partially green-dyed dog. The dog in question wasn't much of his unusual shade since he was covered in dirt, in which Mew was adamant to cleanse his fur of dirt. It so happened that Potts involved himself in a puddle down at Rokkaku-Dai Heights, where he was chasing the flock of crows during a walk with Yoyo. It was supposedly an accident for Yoyo to lose grasp of the restraint, unleashing the havoc of the pooch towards the birds that broke flock.
On top of all that, Potts had made a mud trail across the whole garage with his muddy paw prints since it rained all week. Mew stopped to place her hands on her hips; truly, Potts' antics was just too much for her to deal with alone At least, for the greater part.
Her older friend Jazz had accompanied her upon reaching back to the garage from a solo trip out to spray paint, watching all the commotion happen between the dog and shorter blue-haired girl. Jazz herself was holding a sponge, and she, also in defeat, had tried to catch the dog herself. In the midst of the defeat, she sighed and shook her head silently. There was also Yoyo who had long returned from the messy walk, who was only reading a magazine and supposedly "helping" the two girls in their pursuit.
He smiled mischievously behind the monthly issued game magazine that Corn picked up on his way towards 99th Street. A snicker erupted from the magazine, "Well, maybe you should try to get him to fly back to you, yo," came a jest. Mew stood up from crawling and put both of her hands on her hips, giving a scowl.
"Knock it off already, Yoyo! You're practically sitting there reading a stupid magazine while letting your dog run around loose!" she yelled. Her usual high pitch voice cracked in between each sentence, displaying true frustration with the ordeal.
Tauntingly, Yoyo gave a fake sigh, "I was just sayin', plus, you're being such a baby," with a grin back at Mew. There came an air of haughtiness when Mew retorted back at the younger green-haired boy, "Well, if you wanted to help, you should've at least got up to help me and Jazz get Potts! That is, keeping your dog on a leash. Right Jazz?" The silver-haired girl sighed, wanting to stay out of that argument and looked at the two instead. "...And you two both argue like you're married, ya know," she murmured.
Both Mew and Yoyo looked at each other and made a disgusted face, which set Jazz into laughter. "As if!" yelled Yoyo.
Mew sat down and thought for a moment. Jazz was right; arguing with her annoying friend isn't getting anywhere with this. It sure wasn't getting Potts in the tub with all this tomfoolery. She wondered if Corn was able to create a gizmo that could walk Potts anywhere in town without worrying if the dog was going to break free from the leash. Mew remained seated while she pondered, and after a while, she gave up and put her hands on her cheeks. Nobody wants a dirty dog running amok in the garage, because it only meant that someone would have to chase Potts down to put him back in the kennel, covered in dirt.
"Hey, why don't you get Garam to help you? He's good at getting him in the morning when he takes him for a walk..." Jazz suggested in the midst of her thoughts, and Mew looked up from the seat. "Right, yo, so then she wouldn't rat me out." Then Yoyo leaned back to stretch lazily in his seat. "Corn'll start blabbering about keeping Potts clean, and then…"
Mew's face was tinted red as she retorted back, "He's your dog, that's why!"
"But Potts probably doesn't need a bath in the first place, yo. You're being nit-picky."
"I most certainly am not. I just prefer if Potts would be cleaner," the blue-haired girl crossed her arms, "and you're obviously not doing such a great job of holding yourself responsible to do that!"
The argument seemed to make its way back and go full circle. Jazz was tired of hearing them argue; it was almost as bad as Beat and Gum whenever they would argue over everything. Everyone finds it entertaining and to an extent, even cute—more specifically, Clutch did, anyway—but Jazz wanted no parts in their petty feuds.
"Okay, okay, well... if it makes you feel any better Mew," the taller girl said in a bit of annoyance, "I'll go get Garam. I think he's down at Dogenzaka Hill… he did say he was going out to spray over graffiti painted by Poison Jam. I'll be able to get his help from there." Jazz hoped that her words were able to comfort the rudie, bringing the main task back at hand. Thankfully, Mew nodded and smiled at her words. She lit up immediately at the help Jazz was offering and stood up with eager eyes. "Yes! While you do that…" she began to think, before gasping, "Oh! I'll see if Beat can help... " she mouthed, thoughtfully, "...Yeah, he could probably help us, too!"
That was when Yoyo snorted. "As far as helping goes, Beat doesn't do crap, yo," as he reached over and grabbed some chips from the coffee table, eating and waiting for Mew to respond angrily. Instead, she shook her head, still full of delight that Jazz brought up Garam to help her. "I'm sure he'll help! Besides, it's not like you're doing anything yourself."
Jazz scoffed. Yoyo was lazy, but Beat was top-notch lazy. What's funny is, this all started from Mew finding out nobody really bathed Potts, even if he could skate... which is kind of peculiar to her.
"Hey!" Yoyo shouted, bringing Jazz back to the argument once more. "I did try to help, yo!"
Mew rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah? And what was your help?"
"…I gave a suggestion," Yoyo cheekily grinned.
He received a sharp glare from Mew. "So?! Anybody can do that, Yoyo."
In annoyance, Jazz shook her head once more as she began her skate out of the garage, beginning to make her way down to Dogenzaka Hill. At this point, she was anticipating help from Garam, or else the entire garage would have to deal with the constant bickering between the youngest members of the group.