Brian and Vinny: Twisted Tuesday

by LDEJRuff

Chapter 2 - A Walk in Each Others' Collars

Author's note: Until further notice, while Brian is in Vinny's body and Vinny is in Brian's, I'll still have them written as Brian and Vinny, respectively.

Brian and Vinny stood in shock and surprise. They have just switched bodies, thanks to Stewie's invention.

"Stewie, what the hell!" Brian said. "I wished to switch places with Vinny, but not like this!"

"Yeah," Vinny agreed. "I didn't expect something like this to happen."

"Hey," Stewie shrugged, "it's what you two wanted. Just for one day, you two will experience what it's like to live as each other. It's pretty much like taking a walk in each other's shoes, or, in this instance, a walk in each other's collars."

The two dogs looked at each other.

"Are you sure you want this to work, Stewie?" asked Brian.

"Yeah," Vinny added. "You want us to experience what it's like to live in each other's bodies?"

"Of course," Stewie answered. "You two will have some time doing what the other would like to do. For example, Vinny, you'll learn to like the taste of a dry martini."

"Well," Vinny shrugged, "I guess that makes sense. I mean, it's what Brian usually gets at the bar. Does that also mean Brian would have a disaronno, too?"

"Maybe, Vinny," Brian shrugged. "Of course, what would Jerome say if he heard my voice inside of your body?"

Cutaway: We see Jerome inside the bar, surprised.

"Whoa," he said. "That's freaky."

Back to the bedroom.

"Don't worry, boys," Stewie assured. "All you have to do is imitate your voices to sound like the other. Brian does an excellent job as my father."

With that, Brian giggled using his best impression as Peter. "I think my Peter is getting better," he said.

"And how am I supposed to sound like Brian?" asked Vinny. "Do I have to use a Barritone voice or some'n?"

"I dunno," Stewie shrugged. "But all I can say is, give it your best shot."

Again, Brian and Vinny looked at each other.

"I guess," Brian began in his normal voice with a chuckle, "it can't be that bad."

"Not at all," Vinny agreed. "This experience will be so much better, like the time I gave Borf a taste of his own medicine in Space Ace."

Cutaway: We see Vinny on the living room couch, in his own body then, holding his tablet and making a cute face.

"Oh, how cute," he said in awe. "No more tryin' to turn everyone into babies for you, Borf."

Later that day, Brian drove Vinny to the Drunken Clam.

"Okay, Vinny," Brian began, "or should I say 'Brian'? All you have to do is make like I have larengytis, and write down what you want to say on that white board I gave you."

"And you, Brian?" Vinny began back. "What are you gonna do?"

Brian answered, "I'll give my best Peter impression. That way, people will think I'm you."

Pause, afterwhich, Vinny responded with "Okay, Brian. Or should I say 'Vinny'?"

With that, the dogs exited the car and went inside the Clam. They sat at a table. Jerome greeted the dogs.

"Hey, how are you dogs doin'?" he asked. "Let me guess. You want a dry martini, right, Brian?

Vinny nodded.

"Okay," Jerome continued. "And what can I get you, Vinny?"

Brian used his Peter impression and responded, "I'll have an amaretto disaronno, please."

"Comin' right up," Jerome replied before leaving to get their drinks.

"Okay, Brian," Brian thought to himself. "Be polite. Don't let anyone know about the body switch."

"Okay, Vinny," Vinny thought to himself. "Just write down what you want to say and try not to reveal my voice in Brian's body."

Jerome returned with the dogs' drinks.

"Here you are, boys," he said. "These drinks are on me."

With that, he returned to the bar.

The dogs raised their glasses and began to drink. Vinny placed the olive on the table before he drank the martini.

"Hey," Vinny thought, lowering the glass. "This dry martini ain't bad. Jerome prepared it just fine."

Brian lowered his glass after drinking the first quarter of the disaronno.

"Wow," Brian thought. "This is the first time I've had a disaronno, and I like it as much as I do a dry martini. My compliments to Jerome."

"Y'know," Vinny thought, "I think I'm beginning to enjoy bein' Brian for a day."

"Y'know," Brian thought, "I think I'll enjoy being Vinny for a day."

The two dogs then walked all the way to an alley in Quahog.

"That was a fine martini, Brian," said Vinny. "I can hardly remember the last time I tried some'n different."

"Well, that disaronno was good, too, Vinny," Brian said. "Anyway, why are we at the alley?"

"Since you're a pussyhound now," Vinny answered, "you need to chat with a group of cats."

"Cats?" Brian repeated.

"Yeah," Vinny replied. "These guys are great for singing on fences, catchin' mice and birds, and all that other stuff."

"Hey there, Vinny," a female Calico said in an African-American accent walking to Brian, who thought he was Vinny. "How ya' doin'?"

"Okay, Brian," Brian thought to himself. "Think Peter." He then said aloud in his Peter impression, "I'm doin' fine, uh..."

"Callina," the Calico finished. "Are you doing okay, Vin? You act as if you don't remember me. Anyway, who's your white dog friend?"

"Callina," Brian said, "this is my friend, Brian. He bought me for Christmas and gave me a family to live with."

"Oh, you have a family now?" Callina asked. "That's rad. Y'know, it's been sad since Leo passed. It hit us cats pretty hard. But we can manage, can't we?"

"Yeah," Brian chuckled. "I think we can." He then whispered into Vinny's ear in his normal voice, "I need your help knowing who the rest of this cat gang is."

Vinny got his white board and wrote the names of the cats in the group. They consisted of a Russian gray female cat named Svetlana, a male Turkish Angora named Antonio, and a male black cat with a white spot on his neck named Thames.

"Hey there, Vinny, old chum," Thames greeted with a British accent. "Nice to see you have met a canine who lives in a family."

"Sí, mi amigo," Antonio said in a Spanish accent. "You should introduce him to us."

"Uh, Brian's a little shy," Brian said, resuming his Peter impression. "He's not quite used to a cat group yet." Brian then thought to himself in his normal voice, "This experience is even more intense than a mouse fighting a snake."

Cutaway: A female mouse lands a few kicks and punches to a snake in the savana desert.

"Aww, yeah!" the mouse said. "You got yo' ass kicked by a little mouse, you slitherin' serpant. Guess that means dinner's cancelled fo' you!"