The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book

What Happened The Last Time Brendon Said "Why Don't We..."

Remember in "the Sass Contest" where Brendon said "Why don't we..." and Gerard immediately dismissed his idea? Well, this is why:

As they usually were when they weren't composing beautiful pop-rock/alternative tunes, the Holy Emo Trinity  (and TOP) was relaxing.  Brendon, Pete, and Frank were playing with a random pile of puppies (plus Penny and Bogart), Patrick was watching -- admiring, perhaps? -- Gerard writing his newest Killjoys comic, Tyler and Josh were entertaining Ned, Andy was attempting to help Joe gain muscles, and Mikey and Ray were just sitting on the couch, watching MCR music videos on Vevo.  Point is, it was a pretty ordinary day.

Then Brendon decided to ruin it.  Well, he didn't INTEND to ruin it, but it would just so happen to be ruined.  "Why don't we start a dog grooming buisness?" he asked.  "Wouldn't you like a nice groom, Avenger?" he cooed to a white pup with gray-black streaks.  "As long as it's not a groom's BRIDE," Ryan chimed in.  Brendon shuddered. "Definitely not."

"I think it sounds like a great idea! If somewhat random.  But... we need materials," Patrick said.  "Soap, water, and of course, dirty dogs." "Why don't we just tell the dogs dirty jokes?" Pete asked.  "Not in front of the puppies, Pete!" Patrick cried, outraged.

"GUYS! Seriously!! Let's gather some materials!" Brendon stood up, annoyance creeping into his voice.  "Alright, alright, we're coming," Pete stood up as well. 

At PetSmart

"Dog soap... that's a thing?" Mikey stared at the list, confused. 

"I guess.  I've never had a dog," Josh replied.  He looked over the aisles.  "There! Cleaning supplies."

He, Mikey, and Ryan found the soap -- on the top shelf of course.  They were all fairly tall, around the same height, but could only just reach the top.  "How about I stand on one of your guys' shoulders?" Mikey suggested.  Ryan knelt down in agreement, and Mikey sat on his shoulders.  Slowly due to the weight, Ryan stood up.  "Quickly!" he groaned.

Mikey grabbed a soap bottle -- one of those big gallon-like ones -- and passed it to Josh.  Almost immediately afterwards, Ryan stumbled, and the tower of bassists crashed into the other aisle.  "Oww," Mikey groaned, rubbing his head.  "We should probably head back," Josh said as Mikey and Ryan stood up.

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Outside the Quartet's home

Collecting water.  You'd think, Hey, that's an easy job, right?

But remember who this story's about.  The Quartet.  One Way or another they always screw something up (sometimes in real life, but mostly in fanfictions like this and others).

"Joe, are you even holding the tub?" Pete groaned.  "No, it's too heavy," Joe complained.  "It's heavy to us, too!" Pete griped.  "Us" referred to him, Tyler, and Ray, and "tub" referred to a large metal pot, big enough for even large dogs.  They had all been thinking exactly what you might've been thinking above: Hey, that's an easy job, right? and it had been -- when the tub was empty.  Now that it was FULL, it was a lot harder. 

The boys trudged over to the driveway of their shared house and set the pot down, panting.  "What was so hard about that?" Joe, who hadn't even helped them carry it, asked.  Pete gave him a murderous look, plotting later revenge.

They continued filling more pots with water, although none were as large as their previous one.  Some were so small, only one of them was needed to carry it.  Eventually, they had 5 pots of varying size out and filled with water, ready for use.