Jon's head on the shapely strippers body ran after the dog with his mother's body who was chasing cars wildly flailing its arms around.
It was an odd sight "“ Jon's male head on the stripper's body wearing a skin-tight, body-fitting, black, tube dress and high platform shoes clutching her Prada purse; chasing an Alsatian dog with his mom's body dressed in a white blouse, dark gray skirt, and tan pantyhose, shoeless.
Mikey's mother, now with Mikey's body - ushered Mikey, who had the dog's body, to get in the house.
This was a total mess.
"I don't like having a dog's body," cried Mikey. He sat in the middle of the floor and tears rolled down his face.
"I know, Sweetie," answered his mom. She wiped his tears away. "But I did tell you not to go back outside. Perhaps you'll listen next time."
Jon finally catches up to the dog-lady and drags her home with a fight.
"Mom! I brought your body home!" Jon leads the panting dog-woman inside the living room and locks the front door.
The dog was extremely fidgety and it was hard to keep her still.
Jon held her down in a chair although he wished he could make some kind of excuse to go to his room to examine the body he currently owned.
