Inspired by the crossover section, I recently did some thinking.... SHAMAN GUY... A crossover between Family guy and Shamanking? Isn't that great? Ahah. And guess who is peter's spirit alley? Find out when you read!

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Dream or reality?

Peter walked through the front door looking exhsausted. Lois turns around behind the couch with an angry face.

"Peter! Where in hell have you been? It's late!" Lois blew up on the tired fat man.

"Not now, Lois, I'm tired." Peter interupted Lois, while limping his way to the stairs, with his hair all messed up, his glasses tilted sideways, and his shirt unbuttoned a little. "I'm going to bed."

"What the...! Where you at the drunken clam? Getting drunk? AGAIN? Peter! What's wrong with you!? You told me you were out grocerie shopping for dinner, and you promised you'd be back by 9:00pm! Instead you went to the drunken clam to get drunk. UGH I'm never letting you go grocerie shopping aga- "Well, you, miss, you- you... You're stupid!" Peter drunkely said while pointing at Lois. Chris stepped down the stairs and stopped in the middle. "Why are you guys argueing, mom?" Chris asked.

"Nothing, just nothing." Lois refused to tell him, stomping up the stairs, lets just say shes going to bed.

Later that night, after a nice shower and a few hours of TV, Peter Quietly tip-toed up the stairs so that no one heared him. He entered his room and slowely slipped into his bed, and shut the lamp off. After a few hours of sleep, suddenly Peter heard a high pitched giggle. He sat up and wiped his eyes so they wern't blurry. He sighted a pale ghost with shoulder length black hair and a missing nose, wearing a black dance suit. (Please don't be offended.)

"Hey... aren't you..?" Peter confusingly asked, "Michael Jackson?" He continued to sit up more.

"Yes Peter, It's me, the King of Pop." The pale man said while dancing.

"But didn't you die a few days ago?"

"Yes Peter, but I came to see you, because I know your such a nice man in the inside."

"Wow! This moment.. I finally met Michael Jackson? Pinch me I must be dreaming! This is as cool as that time when I saw that moment of Chris Brown beating on Rihanna!"

-Flash back starts-

You see Peter standing in the paperazzi crowd with a blank face.

Then you see Rihanna's beaten face smashed up against the limo's window, with Chris brown beating on her. Peter's eyes widened.

-Flash back ends-

"So anyways, Mr. Jackson, what brings you here?" Peter asked.

"Well, Peter, after watching over all my little friends I had in the past, I figured I should go see a selection of my fans." He explained.

"Wow, this is so exciting! It's like you could be my guardian angel, Mr. Jackson!"

"Maybe, Peter, maybe."

The lamp on the other side lit up. It was Lois, awakened by Peters talking. She rubbed her eyes. "Peter, It's late, who are you talking to?" She asked in a tired tone.

"Oh Lois! It's amazing! Look! It' Michael Jackson! You know, the child molester?" Peter pointed to the place where the ghost of Jackson was standing. Lois twitched to the fact when she looked, she saw nothing but empty air, and the closet.

"Oh Peter, you must be still drunk, go back to bed already." She layed back down in the bed and closed her eyes. Peter pouted as he stared at her, then looked back at the place where the ghost of Jackson was standing, and saw nothing. He shrugged and reached over to the lamp and shut it off.

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Kay, enough typing for now, I'll type the other chapter soon.

Next, theres a knock at the door, Peter opens it and sees a slim medium heighted boy with shoulder length brown hair and headphones... Who could that be? And why is he there...?