Setting:
(The Griffin Household, Interior,
living room.) LOIS sits, reading a magazine while STEWIE sits on the floor,
eating animal crackers and watching JOLLY FARMS.
PETER comes crashing in, his shirt torn
and his glasses askew.
PETER:
Lois. What the hell? You just left me.
LOIS:
(Flipping the page on the magazine.)
Shit happens.
PETER:
You are just awful today.
LOIS:
(Flipping the page on the magazine.)
And you’re fat. Do you really want to shine a light on the problems in this
marriage?
PETER:
Fine. I’m gonna go get a beer.
LOIS:
You do that.
PETER exits into the kitchen.
A flaming arrow crashes through the
window and sets the carpet on fire. LOIS springs up, screaming. STEWIE
scrambles away, disappearing into the kitchen. LOIS stamps the fire out.
LOIS:
(Peering through the smashed in
window.)What the hell!
The crowd of random Asians stands
outside the household, wielding swords and bows knocked with arrows. The ASIAN
WOMAN stands at the forefront.
ASIAN WOMAN:
(Pointing an accusatory finger.) Give
back the baby!
PETER rushes into the living room.
PETER:
What the hell happened?
Throngs of arrows fly toward the
window. PETER snatches LOIS by the shoulders, pulling her out of the way.
LOIS:
(Screaming outside, into the yard.)
Lady! What’s the problem!
PETER:
They must’ve followed me after you left
me.
LOIS:
I’m not apologizing for that.
PETER:
We’ll circle back to you being a bitch
today. I think I should call Joe.
PETER exits into the kitchen, only to
return a moment later.
PETER:
They cut the phone line. What do they
want?
LOIS:
That crazy lady outside thinks Stewie’s
her baby.
PETER:
Can we…just…you know… give him to her?
LOIS:
Peter! No, we can’t give her our baby!
PETER:
Christ! I’m just saying, she’s here
with freaking swords and crap. She, clearly, wants him enough to kill for him.
LOIS:
Peter! We’re not giving her our baby!
PETER:
Let’s let him decide.
LOIS:
What?
PETER:
You know. Like a dog with tow owners.
You know.
LOIS:
We will not do that.
PETER:
You afraid he won’t come to you?
LOIS:
No, I’m not afraid…Maybe, he won’t. I’m
not giving him the chance.
PETER:
So, you’d rather get shot full of
arrows?
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