Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: An American Dad fanfic. Can't say I never saw myself doing this down the road. Heh heh.


A quiet night in Langley Falls, Virginia, with Stan Smith and Francine Smith both being in bed in their home, with Stan feeling a bit concerned

"Francine, it is of my concern about what you do without me in bed." Stan stated as he was holding a random blue book about the History of the United States.

Francine turned to her left, facing Stan as she looked up. "What do you mean, Stan?"

Stan rubbed the back of his head with his left hand, his eyes narrowed. "Well... I heard some things about you. Yes, quite a lot of things."

"Such as...?" Francine trailed on as she looked up at Stan, cuddling up close to him.

Stan sighed as he briefly closed his eyes, placing down his book. "Well, all the times you farted in bed."

Francine giggled innocently as she nodded her head. "Yeah, I just love letting them go. And on that note..."

Lifting her butt into the air, Francine farted loudly, sighing of relief after hearing her deep pitched poot echo in the bedroom.

"Francine, seriously?" Stan stated in annoyance, being used to Francine's constant bursts of flatulence.

Francine scoffed as she rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she scolded Stan. "Give me a break. I was holding that one in for two nights."

Francine farted loudly again as Stan wafted the smell away with his book. "Jesus, no wonder you're so gassy." Stan muttered as he shook his head.

Francine giggled as she let out a cute little poot. "Can't help it, sweety."

Suddenly, Roger walked into the room, smiling as he held an empty fish bowl in his hands, while wearing a rainbow colored afro on his head. "Is there any room for three?"

Cue canned laugh track.