Carl awoke on his mattress hearing an unfamiliar sound. Someone was rummaging through his closet. He looked up and saw a thick, yellow tail hanging out of the open closet door.

"Hand Banana, what the hell are you doing?" Carl asked.

Hand Banana stuck his head out and smiled at Carl. "I'm looking through y our clothes. You've got some sexy things in here."

Carl sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What are you talking about, crazy dog?"

Hand Banana bounded up to Carl in a Motley Crue t-shirt. His head was sticking out of the neck hole and one of his limbs hung out one sleeve. Hand Banana walked on his lower two limbs, one of which sometimes doubled as his tail. Carl smiled at him.

"Hey, that's one of my old shirts from the eighties! I wore that to a lot of concerts. Be careful with that. It's got, uh, sentimental value."

Hand Banana smiled and slipped out of the shirt, leaving it lying on the floor.

He scampered back into Carl's closet and rummaged around. A moment later, Hand Banana emerged wearing a black leather jacket. "Hey, I like this," said Hand Banana, looking at himself.

Carl smiled amusedly at his little dog-lover wearing human clothes awkwardly. The jacket hung a bit sideways on him, one sleeve dragging on the floor.

"You have a lot of nice clothes Carl," said Hand Banana. "How come you never wear them?"

Carl laughed. "Those are my old clothes and I don't fit in them anymore. They almost fit you though." Carl sat up and looked into the drawer of his nightstand. He found a large safety pin and brought it over to his dog. "Here, let me fix that sleeve for you."

Carl folded up Hand Banana's hanging sleeve and clipped it close to his shoulder with the safety pin.

"There, now you look like you lost an arm in a war or something," said Carl.

Hand Banana smiled at Carl. "I look kind of bad-ass don't I?"

Carl laughed. "Yeah, you look bad-ass alright."