After the ridiculous poop incident, Hayley left to go to college. Francine started cleaning Klaus up.
"You son of a *****!" Francine screamed at Klaus.
At college, Hayley was throwing a hissy fit because she got an F on her term paper. "I DID NOT DESERVE AN F ON THIS YOU MONSTER!" Hayley yelled at the top of her lungs. She began throwing chairs and desks around the room, bloodying herself up quite a bit.
At the CIA, Stan and Steve were having a huge fight. Steve was flailing his limbs all over the place, and Stan was throwing high-tech equipment at his son.
At Roger's new lawyer company, he was making a deal with a lady who had stabbed her son eighty seven times. "Don't worry ma'am, we'll lie our way out of this. Here's the plan: we convince the judge and jury that you're insane, even though you clearly aren't. Then, when you are sent to an insane asylum, I break you out. Don't worry honey, I was there once. It's not that bad. The macaroni and cheese there is to die for."
That night, Roger was the last one to get home. "Whoa, who beat you guys up?" He said, grinning as he ripped off his fake lawyer disguise, which consisted of a cherry red tuxedo and a purple fedora.
Francine had two black eyes and a bloody hand. Klaus' body was badly bruised, and he had a cast on his tail fin. Hayley was holding an ice pack to her head and a tissue to her bloody nose, and Steve was shaking, as if he was being electrified by a taser up his buttocks – which he was. Stan's suit was ripped, and he was covered in blood.
"Francine, why is the steak so red?" Stan asked, but Francine's bloody hand gave him the answer. He threw up all over everyone's food.
"Wow, you guys need help! Luckily, I know someone. I'll be right back," Roger said, racing upstairs to his room. He came back wearing a purple dress and matching heels. "Roger had to leave for Jamaica. He's gone now. Gone. But I'm here yay! I'm Dorothy Rogers, and I'll help you get back to being a loving, happy family!
So R/R please! :D YAY!
