Family Guy: The Spin-off seires

Episode 2: No Place Like Home

Chapter 1: The Beginning of a New Era

A/N: Well, here it is! My second episode of my fanfiction series! See the epic adventures of the Griffins and the Powerpuff Girls continue to unfold as secrets are revealed, hearts are broken, and plans are unleashed! So keep on your toes!

Episode Summary: While it seems things are going well for the girls on their way to a full recovery, it suddenly comes to a halt when Peter recieves a letter from the Mayor of Townsville, stating that he is suing Peter for illegal custody of the Powerpuff Girls and the Professor, and for assulting the Mayor. If Peter loses this trial, they will repossess his house and his family will end up homeless. So he, along with the family and the new members of his family try to defend themselves in court, and Peter tries to find the best damn lawyer in Rhode Island. And when the citizens of Townsville once again not see the error of their ways, the Griffins come up with a fool-proof plan to teach them a lesson they won't soon forget. But that plan is soon foiled by Mojo Jojo, whose brilliant plan could finally finish the Powerpuff Girls off for good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Family Guy or Powerpuff Girls. PPG belongs to Craig McCracken, and Family Guy to Seth MacFarlane. They are both brilliant show creators and I hope both shows continue. They rock! Plus, if I had to choose between this and Powerpuff Girls Z, I'd choose this!

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It was a beautiful day in Quahog, Rhode Island. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, lawn gnomes were being broken, and all was peaceful in the town.

It was even peaceful on our favorite little neighborhood of Spooner Street, where the house of the Griffins, and now, the Powerpuff Girls are their father, Professor Utonium, live peacefully and enjoy life one day at a time.

But, not all of Rhode Island was quiet. Because somewhere out there in Townsville, there was evil afoot. There was one monkey, one super-powered monkey, who stood above all the rest. His name was Mojo Jojo. He was one the Professor's lab assistant, but when the Chemical X hit his head, it increased the size of his brain, and he became an outcast to him. Then he plotted his way to try and destroy the Powerpuff Girls ever since.

All his past attempts have failed him, but this time, he is plotting something so huge it is guarenteed to work.

"Those pesky Powerpuffs!" He said to himself, pacing around his laboratory. They've defeated me time and time again, but this time, I am sure my master plan shall work! I've already driven them to the point of exhaustion. Now, I just need to take it one more step, and then, I, Mojo Jojo, shall be king of planet Earth!

For soon, I, Mojo Jojo, shall unleash my most powerful plan yet on those Powerpuffs! This, I swear! Now, where did I put my remote..."


Family Guy Theme Song

It seems today, that all you see
Is violence in movies and sex on TV
But where are those good old fashion values
ON which we used to rely

Lucky there's a Family Guy
Lucky there's a man who positivly can do
All the things that make us

Laugh and Cry

He's a Family Guy!


A/N: If you do not know what is going on, refer to my first story "Puffed up Family Guy" cause I'm not stopping now.

Our story today begins in the nice, quiet inside of the Griffins' house, where Brian is reading a book, with the TV on, Lois is in the kitchen making breakfast, the kids are still asleep upstairs, and Peter was getting ready for work. He was actually in the kitchen, eating his own breakfast and washing it down with beer.

After he finished his breakfast, he dumped his plate in the sink, threw his beer bottle out, and headed for the door to head for work. But before he made it to the door, Lois stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh Peter, before I forget, I want to remind you that dinner's a six tonight, just in case you go out drinking with your friends later."

"Yeah, yeah, Lois, details." The goofball replied, unaware that Lois was even talking to him. "I'll be home in time for the Super Bowl." And with that, he took his newspaper, and headed for the door, not even aware that the Super Bowl wasn't for another few months. As he headed out for the door, Brian closed his book and placed it to the side and walked over to the kitchen to have some breakfast as well.

"Hey, where are the girls?" Brian asked her as soon as he sat down at the table.

"The girls are still in their bed, fast asleep like angels."

"Really? They didn't wake up when Peter was rummerging through the closet looking for something to wear?"

"No. They were out cold when I checked on them a few hours ago. Blossom and Buttercup were in their room, and Bubbles was with Stewie."

"Why was she in his room?"

"I don't know. I guess she was keeping him company since his crib broke last night."

"His crib broke?"

"Yeah. Peter must've done something to the crib to break it."

(Cue Cutaway)

We cut to Stewie in his room, fast asleep in his crib with his teddy bear, when all of a sudden, one of the screws in his crib broke loose, and the entire thing fell apart in an instant. Stewie came crashing down hard onto the floor with a loud thud. In fact the loud noise the thud made woke almost everyone in the house up. (Everyone except for Buttercup & Blossom and Lois, but only because she was recovering from her drinking game with Peter)

Peter, Brian, Chris, and Meg, and Bubbles immediately made their way to Stewie's bedroom to see what has happened. They saw the crib completely destroyed, and Stewie laying on his back on the floor.

"Whoa, what the hell happened here?" Brian asked out of the open.

"It looks like someone robbed Stewie of his innocence and then stole his bed!" Peter shouted out of the blue. "WHen I fidn that bastard who did that, I'm gonna--"

"Peter, no one 'stole his innocence'. His crib simply broke apart."

"Well, I wonder who could've done that. It could be anyone in this damn town-"

"Peter did you try to make your Iron Man costume out of his crib again?" Brian asked, immediately asked him, knowing Peter better than anyone else.

"Um, yeah. But I-I thought it would work this time."

"Peter the last time you tried this you ripped out a chuck out of the wall."

"Oh yeah. Ohh, now I remember. Holy crap, that was some party. OK, so, what do we do about the pipsqueak with the cannonball for a head?"

"Peter, that's your son."

"What!? No way! H-He doesn't even look like Jennifer Love Huet!"

(End Cutaway)


Meanwhile, upstairs in the spare room, which was now known as the girls' room, Blossom, the leader, had just woken up from a long night of sleeping off her severe condition that left her almost dead. So stirred around for a few seconds and noticed that Buttercup was still asleep, and Bubbles had gone into Stewie's room to keep him company after last night's mishap.

She yawned a stretched out her arms, and then got out of bed, careful enough not to wake Buttercup up. She got out of bed, and made her way over to her desk on the other side of the room, where her backpack was sitting. It was totally empty, because she didn't have any books that she got from school yet because they hadn't gone to school yet.

Blossom was really looking forward to going back to school. Even though most of the town had betrayed them and abused them to the brink of death, she knew she and her sisters could trust Ms. Keane one hundred percent because she loved all of her kids and treated them like equals - especially that bitch Princess Morbucks.

So Blossom got her backpack together, dressed out of her nightgown and into her normal clothes, and started making her way downstairs to the front door. Now that she knew that her own house was only five blocks away, she easily knew where her school was now.

But as she climbed the staircase down to the living room, her legs felt like they were on fire. Her muscles were working to their max, even though she was simply walking. With each step, she grew more weary, and felt like fainting on the stairs. But she paced herself not to.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Chris was serving breakfast to Professor Utonium, who eagerly awaited his food.

Chris borught to the table three plates of pancakes, two plates of toast, a plate of eggs, and a bowl of cereal. The Professor had some pancakes.

"Here you are, sir." Chris said to him in the friendliest of ways. "Your pancakes."

"Thank you, Chris. They, uh, look delicious." The Professor studdered anxiously, not pleased with his meal.

"Something wrong?"

"Well, actually, uh, I did tell Lois that-that I preferred Liver and Onions for breakfast. OK?"

Chris paused for a moment. Not even Brian would enjoy Liver and Onions for breakfast, and he's a dog. A moment of silence passed as Chris continued to stare at the Professor. Then, he took his plate away and simply said to him, "Eat Crap, then." Chris took the plate of pancakes and dumped it into the sink, and walked over to the table, where it is revealed that Stewie had woken up hours ago and had joined them for breakfast.

"How was that, boss?"

"Oh god, that was terrific!" Stewie said, high-fiving Chris as he walked back to the table. "You know, you'd make a great Benny Lopez if you were to have a transex operation."

"Who the hell is Benny Lopez?"

"Benny Lopez, George's father on 'George Lopez'?" Stewie did not get any response from Chris. "The woman who couldn't be a mother even with brain surgery?" Again, no response. "The alcoholic and the crack-head who gave him up as a baby, sold her sister to some ass-family, has a dyslexic bastard for a grandson, a failure for a granddaughter, and drinks whiskey with her bowl of nails."

"Wait, isn't she the woman from 'Different Strokes'? The one where Arnold and Dudley get molested by the guy who owns a bike shop?"

"Well actually, s-wait, hang on." Stewie had looked into the hallway and noticed Blossom struggling to walk to the front door to go to school. Stewie jumped out of his booster chair, and ran over to Blossom carrying a baseball bat. He swung the bat real hard at her head, and knocked her to the ground. She didn't even see him coming, he was so quiet. In fact, Lois didn't even notice him get out, and she sure as hell didn't notice him coming back to his booster chair.

"Actually, 'George Lopez' was her soul TV appearence. And she's a woman, you fat bastard"

"So? What does that have to do with her being on TV?"

"Oh my god! You really are gay, aren't you!"

While Chris & Stewie were talking, the Professor noticed in the hallway, that Blossom had gotten up from Stewie knocking her down, and was once again on her way to the door to head off to school. The Professor had told the girls that as long as they're in the recovery stage, they should hold off on the crime-fighting, and that he wouldn't send them off to school until the end of this week.

Unfortunately, Blossom didn't listen to him and had prepared herself to go back to school.

The Professor got up from his chair, and walked over to the tired girl, stopping her before she could open the door.

"Blossom, what are you doing?" He asked his daughter, who simply looked up at him with her glazed and weary eyes.

"I-I'm going to school. Is that OK?" SHe asked him, her voice breaking as she spoke. She blinked once at him, and rubbed her eyes to get the sleep out of them.

"Blossom, I can't let you go to school like this. Not in your condition."

"But Professor. I'll fall behind in class! And then I won't get into a good college, and th-"

"Blossom, honey, calm down." The Professor helped his daughter take off her backpack, and then picked her up and held her in his arms. "Listen Blossom, as long as you and your sisters are on the medication, you're going to need to take it easy. That means no crime-fighting, lots of rest, and taking your medicine every single day."

"But Professor, don't you want me to go to college someday?"

"Yes. Yes I do. But you'll never be able to get to college if you dont rest and take your medication, because you girls are still growing, so you need to get lots of sleep. Understand?"

"Yes." She replied weakly, looking up at the Professor.

"I know how much you love going to school, and I'd love to send you and your sisters back, but please...just give it a few more days, alright?"

"OK."

"Now what do ya say we get you back upstairs and put you to bed, huh?" The Professor's only response from Blossom was a weak nod from her, as she buried herself in his arms, and fell asleep quickly, with a smile on her face, as she kept her dreams of going to Yale, University alive in her mind.

The Professor went upstairs to their room, tucker Blossom into bed, and then returned downstairs and into the kitchen.


Meanwhile, upstairs, in Stewie's room, Bubbles, who had gone in there to keep Stewie company through the night, had just woken up from a long night of sleeping off her disease. She opened her eyes slowly, and took a look around his room to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

Stewie, who had finished his breakfast, had come upstairs from the kitchen and had walked into his room to find her on the floor right near his crib. Bubbles rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and noticed him by the doorway.

She stood up, dusted her nightgown off, and walked over to him.

"Well good morning, Stewie." She greeted him cheerfully, giving him a big bear hug and a kiss. Stewie pushed her away and started twidling his thumbs.

"Uh, good morning." He studdered, still uneasy about his experience with Bubbles saving his life while she was still in critical condition. "Uh, listen. When you were in the hospital, I...kinda...poured my heart out to you, and thanked you for saving my life. By any chance, did you hear any of that?"

"Um, no. I was totally knocked out by then."

"Yeah, you probably were. So, uh, I just wanted to say...t-thanks for saving my life out there. You put your own life at risk just to save mine. I-I don't really understand. Why'd you do that?"

"Well, ever since I was born, I've always had a big heart for little babies, whether it was brothers or sisters."

"Yes, but whenever you're around me, you get all fidgety, you giggle a lot, and you never seem to look me in the eye."

"Well I would always get all giggly and happy when I'm around cute babies. But, with you...you're smart, cute, funny, you always make me laugh, and I can never get enough of the way you dress like a little man."

"But my jokes are always racist, I make fun of my father on a daily basis, and I've worn these same overalls since three months after I was born. What the hell is it about me that makes you go crazy?"

"I-I guess I just wanted a boy to talk to once in a while. The Professor's almost never of any situations like these, and it gets annoying having to talk to sisters after a few months...especially Blossom. That girl never stops talking! Most of her lectures put me to sleep now. Do you know what I do whenever she starts giving a lecture?"

(Cue Cutaway)

We cut to the three girls, who have just finished from a long day of crime-fighting. They were exhausted from the day, so they got into bed right away, without even changing into their nightgowns.

"Man, we should've finished that squid hours ago!" Buttercup stammered. "We were pathetic!"

"Look girls, we were all pee-occupied-I-I mean, pre-occupied. We obviously had something else on our minds."

Bubbles, however, who has gotten bored from listening to her lectures all the time, turned around from the speaking girl, and took out her I-pod. Since Blossom's lectures were getting more boring everyday, she didn't even bother to listen anymore. Plus, she would take out her notepad and crayons, and start drawing pictures of herself hitting Blossom with something heavy to shut her up.

"Bubbles!" Blossom yelled to her, noticing she wasn't listening. "Are you even paying attention!"

Bubbles, now bored as hell, took off her headphones, and glared right at Blossom. "Well, it's not my freakin' fault you're such a bore-snore!"

(End Cutaway)

End of Chapter 1!

Next time, Peter gets some horrific news from the City of Townsville! Plus, the girls learn to deal with living with the Griffins, as they face Chris, Meg, Stewie, Brian, Lois, and Peter Griffin!

The next chapter is expected to be up by the end of Memorial Day, Wednesday, by the latest. Until then, RxR