Peter Griffin walked into the kitchen, all mope-y. He slumped down at the table, next to Brian. Brian sat his coffee down and looked over. "Hey Peter, what's wrong? You look worse than-"
"Eh eh eh, this is my moment, I get the cutaway, Brian." Peter said, nearly wanting to punch him. He went back to moping. "I forgot Lois' birthday. If I don't get her a present, I'll be in more trouble than..." Peter looked up and suddenly a shocked look appeared on his face. "OH CRAP."
In the window was the Giant Chicken. It leapt through the window and tackled Peter into the hallway. They duked it out for a few seconds, until Peter grabbed a picture of Meg and smashed it through the chicken's head, buying him time.
Peter ran to the living room, but the chicken took him to the ground again. Peter looked over and held out his hand. The broom in the corner came to him as if it was a lightsaber. He kicked the chicken away and swung a few times. The chicken held out his hand and a broom somehow came to him. They sword-fought with the brooms, and eventually Peter took a hit so hard that he was knocked through the window.
The two swung at each other until they both hopped into the car. Peter drove with one hand and fought with the other. The chicken only fought with one to be fair as well. How nice of him. But at one point they got too violent and Peter got distracted...he drove the car off a moving bridge and into the air! The two sailed through the air, higher than humanely possible.
"Gee, Gary, what a wonderful day for a air balloon ride, eh?" Random dude in a hot air balloon nearby asked.
"Yeah, absolutely. Hey, uh...by the way, John." Gary handed his friend a beer and stumbled on his words for a second. "I kind of knocked up your wife."
John stood there for a moment, in shock. "...You bastard."
And then Peter's car flew overhead. Peter jumped out and landed in the balloon... but so did the chicken. They tossed out the two dudes and punched away at each other.
Not too much later, Iron Man flew down stopped the balloon from moving with his foot. "I am Iron Man, and this is getting monotonous." He blasted the giant chicken. When the smoke cleared, it appeared he turned into a bucket of chicken. "There you go tubby, happy eating." He blasted the balloon, sending it flying back into the Griffin's backyard.
Peter walked out, unscathed and ran into the kitchen with the chicken. "Hey Brian, look! I got Lois a present: A big ass bucket of chicken!"
Brian tiredly turned the page of his paper. "Swing and a miss."
"You fail." Iron Man said as he flew in from the roof. He blasted Peter and took the chicken for himself. "Now I just need some booze..." He ran over and lifted the fridge with one hand. "Should be some in here. LATER!" He flew away with his stolen goods.