Missing child

"Helen, did social services finally let you adopt?" Dave asked. Helen shook her head.

"Not exactly" she replied "I sort of took him from a toy-store."

"You kidnapped him,are you mad?" Dave thundered.

"You tell her" Stewie pointed out.

"Well,how else are we going to have a child of our own?" Helen asked "you know that the social services won't let me adopt because of my past with drugs and Alcohol."

"That's not the point Helen,you abducted an infant, think how worried his parents must be" Dave pointed out in frsutration.

"Well, I don't care because I'm not giving him back" Helen spat before heading into the bedroom still holding Stewie.

"You are really crazy" Stewie told Helen "When the cops find out what you've done, you'll be going down for a long time."

"You stay here while Mommy makes you some lunch" said Helen as she left the room.

"Oh I think not, I will soon escape from you stinking, fat clutches. One of these days,you will be severly punished for you actions" Stewie declared.

Back at the mall, The Griffins still had no luck finding Stewie so they had to tell a security guard about it.

"We looked all over the mall, but we can't find him anywhere" Lois explained.

"Did you check the Lost child's unit?" the Security Guard asked.

"No, we didn't" Lois replied.

"So that's where lost kids go?" Peter asked, sounding quite interested.

"Well, we could take you up there and see if your son did turn up there. He probably wondered off and got taken there" the Guard suggested. So, he took them up to the lost child's unit,but Stewie wasn't there.

"Hmmm, I think we might have to get the Police involved" the Security Guard suggested.

"Why?" Lois asked.

"I think your son may have been Abducted" the Security guard explained.

Back at Helen's un-tidy flat, Helen was trying to feed Stewie some out of date tinned baked beans.

"No, I won't eat that vile stuff" Stewie said as Helen tried to force the spoon in his mouth.

"Come on, open up for mommy" she begged,waving the spoon around in his face which got on his nerves.

"For the last time, you are not my mommy" he said as he whacked the spoon and can from her hands.

"You naughty boy" she shrieked, "How dare you." Stewie jumped off the bed and started running around the room trying to get out,but Helen was chasing him.

"Get here you little Shit" She barked "I'm gonna give you the biggest spanking of your life."

"Ohno, you don't, I'm getting out of here" said Stewie as he he headed for the window. He was about to climb out and make his way down the fire escape, but Helen grabbed him and gave him the biggest spanking ever.

"Maybe that will teach you to behave" she snarled.

"Good god,what are your hands made of, bloody lead?" Stewie asked,rubbing his backside. Helen then grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the closet.

"I think you need a time out" she said before shoving him into the closet and shutting the door.

"She is one crazy Bitch" Stewie pointed out "no wonder she isn't allowed to adopt any kids."

At the Police station, the Griffins were reporting Stewie as a missing child.

"Can you tell us how old Stewie is Mrs. Griffin" the Police officer asked.

"He's a year old" Lois replied "he's just a baby."

"And cand you tell us what he was wearing when he went missing?."

"he was wearing a yellow shirt with red overalls" Replied Lois.

"Any disinguishing features?" the officer asked.

"Well, his head is shaped like a football" Lois replied "I've got a picture of him here." She took out a photo of Stewie and showed it to the Officer.

"Is this him?" he asked. Lois nodded.

"We could make some missing persons posters and use this picture" he suggested.

"Oh would you,thankyou so much" Lois replied "If this will help get my baby back, then do it."

"Ok Mrs. Griffin,we'll do ev erything we can to find your son" the Officer promised.

"Dave" Helen complained "I think our son has a behavourible problem."

"Why?" Dave asked, showing no interest. He was still pissed off with her.

"I tried feeding him some baked beans but he just knocked them out of my hand" she replied.

"Maybe he's acting up because he wants his real mommy" Dave snapped, getting up from the seat and heading for the phone.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Calling the Police, I'm going to get the little tyke back to his real parents." Snarling, Helen grabbed a kitchen knife, knocked the phone from Dave's hand and put the knife to his throat.

"Call the police,or do try and get my son to his so called real parents,I will kill you, that is a promise" she growled. Dave nodded obidiently.

"Good" she said, patting his face.