Brian woke up and stumbled off of the bed. And blinked three times and turned the lights on. Brian picked up the phone on the wall of the hotel room and dialed it.
"Hello" Brian said dryly.
"Brian, where have you been, are you with Stewie, are you guys ok" Lois cried over the phone.
"We're ok, everything's fine here now, how are you" Brian responded, still trying to wake up.
"Brian, listen to me, if you're out, drunk, then I won't be mad, just tell me where you are" Lois screamed.
"We're both in California, we're ok, and we'll be home soon" assured Brian.
"We're going to get you right now" yelled Lois in tears.
"You can't, they've blocked all of the roads around the country, and you can't leave Quahog" Brian went on.
"Then how the hell did you get to California" Lois asked.
"We...uhh" Brian murmured.
As Brian tried to make up an explanation, Stewie shot the phone with a ray gun, causing it to disintegrate in Brian's hand.
"She can't know of my underground establishment, it's too risky, soon I'd have to make it in to a damn tourist attraction filled with shitty gift shops filled with plush toys of my mascot, Melvin the mouse" Stewie sneered.
"Great now Lois is worried sick and we need to pay for a new phone and for the bed sheets" Brain complained.
"Shut up Brian, I thought we would never bring that up again unless you wanted me to bring up the time that you ate Meg's under garments" Stewie slyly reminded.
"I thought there was chocolate smeared on the inside of them" Brian shouted "And say underwear, under garments makes you sound gay"
Stewie shook his head in disgust and was lying back on the bed.
"You're going to make this a long trip aren't you" Stewie asked closing his eyes. "Go get me some cookies, will you"
"Eat my ass Stewie" Brian yelled back, annoyed.
"If I don't get my cookies soon I may consider it" snapped Stewie, glaring at Brian.
Stewie grabbed the remote off of the bed and turned on the TV. The TV turned on to the station of Channel 5 news.
Joyce Kinney bends down, under the news table, in between Tom Tuckers legs.
"Ohhh oh yeah" Tom said with pleasure.
Joyce Kinney raised her head back up, wiped her hands together and sat back in her seat.
"And that was me tying Tom's shoes" Joyce Kinney happily announced.
"That was pleasurable" spoke Tom in a serious tone.
"Back to the ongoing terrorist reports" Joyce started, getting back on topic. "It seems that we are safe after waiting in caution for a week"
"All roads will now be reopened and all civilians can now go back to normal life without any precautions" Tom continued. "Thank Christ because I really need a f*cking break from this news sh*t"
"Want a bl*wjob Tom" Joyce Kinney asked as she got up.
"Sure" Tom shouted with a smile.
The two walked away holding hands.
"Did you hear that Stewie, we can go home" Brian told Stewie as he started for the door.
"Well of course we can, but wouldn't you rather explore California's rich atmosphere for a while" Stewie acknowledged.
"I guess so, but only for a little while, I don't feel like getting caught up with some of the douche bags that are here" admitted Brian.
"Awesome, where do think that we should go first" Stewie exclaimed in excitement.
"It's your idea, where do you want to go" Brian replied.
Stewie picked up a pamphlet and started reading it.
"It seems that we're in L.A. Brian" Stewie noted "Let's go to the Malibu beach"
"Yeah, and we're not too far from it" Brian agreed. "Ok Stewie, we'll go to the beach, make a day out of it"
On the beach, Brian and Stewie walked on the sandy beach watching people run around and enjoy.
"I wonder if there are any hot Californian chicks" Brian smiled.
"No, but there's Owen Wilson" Stewie said with a frown.
"Hey girls, anybody want to see my dirt bike" Owen Wilson said, surrounded by a group of attractive females.
Brian starts to walk up to the group, clearly thinking that he is better than the actor.
"Hey girls, want to listen to some Frank Sinatra" Brian asked, stretching his back.
"Ew, he's old" one girl responded.
"Who's that" another questioned.
Brian raised his hand about to smack the girl, but was stopped by Stewie.
"Easy now man, this generation of kids are stupid anyway" Stewie muttered, prying the angry dog away from the teens.
"You hang out with a baby, what a loser" a blonde girl blurted.
"Ok, you can hit this bitch" Stewie insisted, letting go of Brian's hand.