It was nearing nine o' clock, and Stewie lay awake in his crib.
"I'm tired of Lois and the fat man," Stewie mumbled to himself.
His vengeful words were accompanied by several seconds of eerie silence.
Stewie's mind shifted back to Lois. He narrowed his eyes.
"I'm going to kill that evil bitch if it's the last thing I do." Stewie declared bitterly, gritting his teeth.
But by the time those words left his mouth, he had thought up a better plan.
"Wait...I have a better idea." Stewie said, smirking evilly.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Lois slowly opens the door to enter Stewie's room.
As she walks over to the crib, she discovers to her horror that baby Stewie is nowhere to be found.
"Oh my god, where the hell is Stewie!" Lois exclaimed.
A panic-stricken Lois searches frantically for her baby boy Stewie, but to no avail.
Before she knows it, she's at the kitchen table crying her eyes out.
A few minutes later, Peter walks into the kitchen, having just woken up from a long snooze.
Seeing Lois crying, he inquires, "What the hell is your problem?"
"Peter, it's Stewie, he ran away last night!" Lois interjected, her voice breaking and tears enveloping her wet eyes once more.
MEANWHILE...
Stewie exchanged glances with Rupert, his orange teddy bear.
"I say, where the devil are we?"
Stewie trekked a couple of miles before coming to a large sign that read "South Park."
He trotted onwards, thus arriving in the small mountain town of South Park.
As he wandered about aimlessly, he came across four boys playing in the snow.
"What the devil?" Stewie muttered.
The fat one with the red jacket glared up at Stewie.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked.
"Uh..Stewie Griffin."
"What's wrong with your head, dude?" Asked the boy with the green hat and orange jacket.
"Huh?"
"Dude, check it out, you guys, his head is like a football." The fat boy said, picking Stewie up and tossing him headfirst into a pile of snow.
He landed with a loud THUD!
"BLAST!" He cried through a mouthful of snow.