Chapter 4 - On Strike

The next day, Brian got a chalk board out near the rest of the group.

"Okay, guys," he began, "I've been working on our efficiency. I think it's better if we split up to cover more of Quahog." Drawing a few lines and arrows, he continued, "Vinny, you start on Main Street."

"Huh?" Vinny replied, confused.

"We've got a job to do," Brian continued, drawing more lines. "Before you can understand how to rake leaves, you've got to understand what rakes are all about. Now every rake has two parts, one is the wooden handle and the other is the metal teeth to rake leaves." Brian kept continuing on rapidly, but throughout his lecture, everyone else started to become either dizzy or scared. Finally, Brian finished, showing a scribble on the board. "Okay, everybody got it? All right, let's go!" He then blew the whistle.

Near Spooner Street, Brian held a bullhorn in the middle of a street, while the others held rakes and bags.

"Vinny, you're raking New Brian's yard!" Brian called. "Come over here!"

Vinny ran over to another yard, one where New Brian wasn't at during the day.

"New Brian, go left!"

New Brian went over to another yard.

"Stewie, bag the leaves over there!"

Stewie looked both ways before running to the yard Brian pointed to.

"Jasper, 15 McFar Lane! Vinny, now you're raking Jasper's yard! Come over here! New Brian!"

The others worked as fast as they can, until they crashed into Brian. All five laid on their backs, hurt.

"Ouch," Vinny said in pain.

Their work day done, Jasper, New Brian, Vinny and Stewie fell on their backs after they got paid, worked up. However, Brian still didn't seem to mind.

"Good news, everyone," he said. "I'm gonna draw work maps for you tonight, so we can get more work done tomorrow. Okay, quitting time."

As Brian walked away, New Brian got up and began to address Vinny.

"I hate to tell you, Vinny, but that big brother of yours is a total dick."

"I know, New Brian," Vinny replied, "but I still love him. There must be some way to get the Brian we all know back."

"Wait!" Stewie said, getting up. "I have an idea."

The next day, Brian looked at his chart to see how much money Four Dogs and a Baby have made.

"Wow, we sure have made a lot," he said. "Only seven more yards to clear, and then I can finally get that collar." He walked out of the garage to share the good news. "Hey, guys, we have only seven more y..."

He stopped short to see that the other four are walking around carrying signs, and chanting "Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!"

"What... What the hell are you guys doing?"

"We're on strike, Brian," Jasper replied, "because you're a slave-driving dick."

"We don't have any time for this," Brian disagreed. "We need to get busy."

"We ain't workin' no more until it's like it used to be, Brian," Vinny replied. "Like we used to be buddies."

"And not slaves," New Brian added.

"Can't it wait, guys?" Brian pleaded. "Just seven more yards!"

Again, the four chanted "Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!"

"All right, then," Brian understood, sternly. "Forget it! I'll do it myself."

The others stopped chanting as they saw Brian walk away with his rake and a few bags.

"Yeah, I'll show 'em," he grumbled to himself. "I'll get the job done all by myself, and I don't need anybody to help me."

During the times he cleared those last seven yards of leaves, he thought only of that collar he wanted. He worked harder than he ever had in his whole life, until finally, he panted on the welcome steps of the Griffin house, like the dog he was.

"I did it," he whispered, finally reaching his goal.