Chapter 2 - Setting Things Right


That night, Stewie and New Brian snuck below the window of their Native family counterparts' living room from outside their tipi (which is what the Natives call their houses). Native Peter had returned from work then.

"Well, there's my brave warrior," Native Lois greeted her husband. She sat with her children. "How was work today?"

"Oh, it was annoying," Native Peter answered. "Everyone was coming around with their daughters, selling Girl Scout corn. They made me feel guilty, I had to buy, like, twenty ears."

A raccoon with the same head fur and facial features New Brian had came in, and he, too, wore the same neck scarf. This was the Native version of New Brian, or "Raccoon New Brian" as he was called.

"Don't worry, Peter," Raccoon New Brian assured. "Nothing a little song won't cure."

"I don't have time to listen to your music, New Brian," Native Stewie replied. He had a Mohawk. "We're trying to watch I Love Liquor."

On the TV was a title card for an I Love Lucy parody called I Love Liquor.


A bit later, Stewie and New Brian snuck into Native Stewie's bedroom through the window. They looked around a bit until...

"Look, there it is!"

New Brian pointed to a large wooden time machine in the corner of the room. A circular wooden pad, this time machine's return pad, was next to it.

"And it looks like he has a return pad, too," Stewie said, picking up the pad and putting it in his backpack. "All right, come on. Let's get back to Jamestown and set things right!"

With that, our duo got into the machine and disappeared in a flash of light.


They then appeared near the campsite of Chief Powhatan, and noticed their past counterparts giving the chief and his tribe the guns earlier.

"Look, there we are giving them the guns!" New Brian pointed.

The past counterparts dashed to their return pad and, unseen by the Powhatan tribe, disappeared in a flash.

"All right, come on," Stewie said. "We've got to get those guns back."

They approached the tribe.

"You forget something?" Chief Powhatan asked.

"Actually," Stewie began, "we've just learned that these guns are defective, and we're just gonna go ahead and take these back."

"Yeah," New Brian added. "Uh, you know how defective weaponry doesn't work right. It'll backfire."

"You sure you take guns back?" Chief Powhatan asked, a bit suspicious.

"Yeah," Stewie answered, as the tribe handed him the guns.

Once again unseen by the tribe, Stewie activated the return pad, with guns in hand, and disappeared with New Brian in a flash.

"No trust 'um pale face," Chief Powhatan regarded.


Our duo then reappeared in the normal bedroom, with guns still in hand.

"Well, everything looks like it should," New Brian said, looking around.

"Only one way to be certain," Stewie added, about to type on New Brian's laptop. "All right, let's do a quick search here...'Native American role models'...Zero results found. Looks like we did it, N.B."

New Brian was relieved. "Thank God." Pointing to the guns on the floor, he continued, "Hey, what are you gonna do with these guns?"

"I dunno," Stewie answered, "sell 'em to some ******-up kid?"