Chapter 3 - Flying Disks and a Loss of Confidence

The next day at the Quahog Dog Park, both dogs got ready for the flying disk game. Peter had the disks at the ready for his dogs to catch.

At the sound of the whistle, which Glenn Quagmire held around his neck, Peter flew both disks, and both Brian and Vinny ran. Of course, both dogs ran at the same speed.

Brian jumped up to catch his disk, and successfully caught it with his teeth.

Vinny on the other hand, even though he jumped at the same time Brian did, wasn't high enough, and failed to catch his disk. He then fell to the mud, and his disk landed on the dry grass.

Shamed that Brian got the best of him, Vinny sighed sadly, turned away from him and walked off.

Brian couldn't help but feel sorry for his little brother.

"What a dick," retorted Glenn. "I think I've hated Brian before, but I can't remember anything. My mind's drawn blank."

"Now, Glenn," Lois replied, "he's just lucky, that's all. Why in the hell would you retort Brian like that?"

Upon hearing the conversation, Brian feared that the neuralization must have been wearing off somehow, and he gulped. Turning to see Vinny still walking off, he then thought, "Poor Vinny. I think him losing to me is just like a random audience member winning an award."

Cutaway: We are at an auditorium where an award show was being held.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host began, "it's time to announce who is the most wonderful person of the year. The envelope, please." With that, a woman wearing a shimmering red dress handed the host said envelope. "And the winner is..."

As the nominees eagerly awaited the name to be said, they were surprised when the announcer continued.

"Wait, hold on a minute." The audience gasped, about as surprised as the nominees. "This is highly unusual. The winner is the young man in the front row three chairs from the right!"

Said audience member, confused at first, was offered on stage to accept his award, and shed tears of joy.

"This is the happiest moment of my life," he said. "I never thought I'd be the most wonderful person."

"Son of a bitch!" one of the nominees shouted furiously, throwing her tiara to the ground.

Later that day back home, in the kitchen, the Griffins were eating their lunch while Vinny sat alone near his food bowl, still sad that he lost to Brian in Flying Disk.

"I don't know what happened," Brian said in worry. "The way I jumped to catch that disk was easy pickings."

"I know, Brian," Peter replied. "It was amazing! It was like you weren't trying to win."

"I wasn't," Brian replied back. "Vinny must have thought I tried to make him lose his confidence. He must think I'm a jerk."

Vinny stopped eating at what Brian just said. "A jerk?" he repeated. "Why would I think that, Brian?"

"I dunno, Vinny," Brian shrugged as Vinny took some salt from the table. "I think I may be charmed or something."

"You may be lucky to beat me, B," Vinny sighed as the salt shaker lost its top and salt poured all over his chow. He then chuckled nervously. "It's like you're suddenly winning a lot."

"Yeah," Brian agreed as Vinny took a pinch of salt and threw it over his shoulder. "It's like anything I do... Hey, wait!" It was then that he realized something. "I'm on a winning streak! Maybe if my luck ran out, you'd beat me again."

"But that could take weeks, Brian," Vinny shrugged.

"Not necessarily, Vin," Brian replied as he schemed something.

"Uh-oh," Stewie feared, noticing. "That look in your eye doesn't mean what I think it means, does it?"