*Where we left off*
Quagmrie: Are we going to YOLO or not?
Peter: Yes... We will YOLO.
Lois: Well have fun dying. *Goes back inside mad and slams the door*
Peter: Whats our next stunt?
Quagmire: Im thinking jumping off a cliff into sharks.
Peter: Right that down Joe.
Joe: *Writes down* Jumping off a cliff into sharks.
*At Chris's ball game The whole family is sitting in the crowd in the front row seats*
Peter: *Talking to stranger* Hey thats my son! Hey, hey!
Guy: Shut up! My son is out there too!
Peter: No need to be so pushy about it!
Host: And we got Chris taking his stand up to bat!
Chris: *Walks up to the base and is talking in head* Alright Chris dont screw this up!
*In Chris's Brain*
Brain: Chris how can you possibly screw this up?
Chris: I can!
Brain: Just believe in yourself Chris!
Chris: Thats not possible! Everything I do goes so wrong!
Brain: Chris, I know I get mistaken for Brian alot but, you know im not Brian.
Chris: Oh good! Brian isnt in my head!
Brian: *Walks in* Hey Chris.
Chris: Oh no! Brain is here!
Brian: BRIAN!
Chris: Brian! Im sorry!
Brian: So long *Disapears*
Brain: Chris I am you, just believe!
Chris: believe!
Brian: believe! yes say it! believe!
Chris: believe!
*In real time*
Chris: BELIEVE! BELIEVE! BELIEVE!
Guy: You going to bat?
Chris: Oh yeah.
Guy: *Throws Chris a bat* Here you go.
Chris: Believe! *Ball comes and chris hits it far*
Host: Home Run!
Chris: Really! *Runs home run and everyone cheers* Yay me! *Jumps up and down cheering*
Peter: He did it!
Host: And this is a first miracle! Chris Griffin makes a home run his first game!
Chris: *Waves at the camera* This is one of the best momments of my life!
Host: And the boy says it was one of the best momments in his young life!
Chris: I didnt exactly say that but alright!
Peter: *Comes on the field and walks to chris* Im proud of you son!
Host: Whos this fatass?
Peter: Sorry weird talking guy!
Host: The fatman says Sorry weird talking guy! Will fuck you too!
Quagmire: Giggity! *On Mic* Giggity Giggity Goo!
Host: Get the hell out of here sex addict!
Quagmire: Giggity Giggity lets have sex!
*At the bar the next day*
Joe: Wow Peter, your son won the game for the team!
Peter: Yeah! I am proud of him!
Joe: If he can win more games like that, when he grows him he can be a professional player!
Peter: No sign of that happening!
Joe: Why not? He has a pretty good future ahead of him.
Peter: Well yeah, he can YOLO, as they say.
Quagmire: Well this is a big victory for your son!
Peter: Well he said he wants to be a artist.
Joe: Who cares if hes an artist at least he is doing something good.
Peter: He hasnt done anything this achievementable in a long time!
Quagmire: Is that even a word?
Peter: How am I suppose to know?
Joe: You said it Peter.
Peter: Your right, but anyways.
Quagmire: We just went totally off topic.
Joe: Yeah I know.
Peter: Werenet we just talking about my son?
Quagmire: Yeah?
Peter: Well I think we totally forgot.
Joe: Its like we had a blackout.
Quagmire: I know.
*At a specating baseball game the Griffins are in the crowd*
Peter: Alright Chris, watch them to get a little bit better.
Chris: Ok dad.
Peter: Dont do that. And that. And that!
Chris: Dad, no one is winning!
Peter: Time is up lets go! *Leads everyone out the door*
*At the Griffins backyard Peter and Chris are playing baseball*
Peter: Now my mom maid me do this.
Chris: I know.
Peter: And you better know that. Cause you got a big game in a week.
Chris: Im going to dominate them!
Peter: Yes you are son.
Chris: Im sure I am going to win.
Peter: Just do what you did before Chris.
Chris: My brain told me to believe!
Peter: If that is true I have a nutjob for a son.
Chris: Not exactly.
Peter: Well its easy.
Chris: Ok Peter.
Peter: What did you just call me Chris?
Chris: Peter.
Peter: Peter!
Chris: Isnt that your name?
Peter: Dont you get sarcastic with me!
Chris: I can do wahtever I want fatass!
Peter: Are you turning into Meg?
Chris: I dont need you! I am a pro baseballer!
Peter: Is that even a term?
Chris: I dont know!
Peter: We are acting like the guys at the bar!
Chris: No one cares fatman!
Peter: Why are you being mean like this Chris!
Chris: I dont need a fatass like you helping me! I am independant!
Peter: This game has turned you into a faggot!
Chris: Im not a faggot!
Peter: Fatty!
Chris: What did you just call me?
Peter: A fatty!
Chris: Oh its on now Peter Griffin!
Peter: Alright... um... James Woods!
Chris: How dare you!
Peter: I am going to beat you up like I beat up the chicken!
Chris: Try to hurt your own son!
Peter: Im not your dad! Im Peter Griffin!
Chris: Well you should treat me like Megan then!
Peter: She sucks anyways!
Chris: True that.
Peter: Yeah, you know we dont have to fight.
Chris: Yes, I have to agree this is getting a little bit childish.
Peter: Yes. Alright Chris want to go pick on your sister Meg?
Chris: Sure dad!
Peter: Alright lets go son!
Chris: But werent we just practicing baseball?
Peter: Screw baseball!
Chris: But I have a game next week on Sunday.
Peter: Alright lets continue with no arguments.
Chris: Wheres the ball?
Peter: I dont know? Didnt we just have it?
Chris: I think it went somewhere else!
Peter: Oh no, I think it went into old yard!