*Where we left off*
Stewie: Fine then I will stay Brian.
Brian: These are your lips anyways. *Kisses Stewie*
Stewie: Alright lets go home.
Guy: GAY!
*In Joes Cop Car*
Joe: Well that was easier than I thought.
Peter: You got to show me one time how you drive!
Joe: Not now Peter!
Peter: Alright. So Quagmire is no longer being tracked.
Joe: Well atleast we think that is everybody.
Peter: What about the mafia!
Joe: Not funny Peter.
Peter: Yeah I know.
*At Police Station*
Joe: Alright we got Charmisse.
Officer: Good. Did you take care of the others?
Joe: Yep. *The other guards walk in with handcuffs*
Officer: Good job Officer Swanson.
Joe: No problem.
Peter: You do a great job at this!
Joe: I know I do.
Peter: Dont flatter yourself.
*At Stewies Room*
Stewie: Alright *Sits in the chair*
Brian: *Sits in chair next to him* So long baby body.
Stewie: So long good life. *Tries to pull trigger but it wont budge* What the hell?
Brian: Whats wrong!?
Stewie: It wont let me pull it!
Brian: Let me see that! *Tries to pull lever* Oh wow it wont budge!
Stewie: I think we are screwed!
Brian: Or maybe... *Pulls out cracker* There we go.
Stewie: Oh it was a cracker.
Brian: What was that doing there.
Stewie: I was doing stuff...
Brian: Anyways lets get back in the seats. *Sits in a seat*
Stewie: Do we have too...
Brian: Get in!
Stewie: Alright! *Sits in a chair*
Brian: *Takes cracker and eats it* Good.
Stewie: *Pulls trigger and they go back to their normal body* Are we normal yet?
Brian: Yes we are!
Stewie: Ok good.
Brian: I know you liked it in my body!
Stewie: I kind of did but at the same time you dont really smell that good either.
Brian: Im used to it.
Stewie: Now lets go back down and live our normal lives.
Brian: Yes.
Stewie: Alright. Lets go.
*At The Drunken Clam*
Quagmire: Well that is over with.
Joe: No more do you have to worry Quagmire buddy.
Peter: You know she wasnt bad.
Quagmire: Wasnt bad? What are you high Peter?
Peter: No, I didnt think she looked that bad!
Quagmire: Thats rediculous.
Peter: She may have been a bad girl, but she wasnt bad in looks.
Joe: How can you say that!
Peter: You got to admit it. Just because she almost killed us doesnt mean anything.
Joe: Well she is in jail now.
Peter: Joe why did you do that you asshole.
Joe: It was for her own good!
Quagmire: Yeah Peter! Shes our enemy!
Peter: If we really got to know her she would probably be a nice lady.
Quagmire: Cut the crap Peter.
Peter: Its not crap I mean it.
Quagmire: So you would dump Lois for her.
Peter: She could be my second option.
Quagmire: Shes a hooker Peter.
Peter: Im into that.
Quagmire: Are you drunk or something Peter?
Peter: How would I know? *Faints on table*
Quagmire: Yep he is drunk.
Peter: *Gets up and comes back with a hooker* Hey guys!
Quagmire: Peter, who is that.
Peter: My hooker!
Quagmire: Peter... You cant just get your own hooker you are married.
Peter: Well you married one.
Quagmire: Not on purpose!
Peter: Forget that! Will you marry me?
Hooker: Yes!
Peter: *Kisses her* I love you.
Quagmire: This wont last long.
Joe: I know.
Peter: She doesnt have a team of guards!
Hooker: Yes I do!
Peter: Shut up baby!
Quagmire: Peter I think we should take you home now.
Peter: Help me hit on this baby over here!
Quagmire: Peter...
Peter: What do you want Charmisse!
Quagmire: Its Quagmire. GO HOME YOUR DRUNK!
Peter: Says the guy who hits on every girl he sees!
Quagmire: Do I hit on your wife?
Peter: Yes!
Quagmire: Alright then. Giggity.
Peter: Just go fly your planes there!
Quagmire: Why are you doing this Peter.
Peter: I am not doing anything you crazy boy!
Quagmire: Seriously Peter.
Hooker: Im leaving! *Runs away*
Peter: We are in a relationship honey! Quagmire: Peter snap out of it! You arent married to her.
Peter: You dont know anything Quagmire!
Quagmire: For a matter of fact I do know things like right now, you are drunk!
Joe: I will take it form here Quagmire. PETER SIT DOWN! *Sits Peter down and hits his head*
Peter: *Wakes up* What happened Joe? Quagmire?
Joe: Nothing happened Peter.
Peter: Thats weird cause I felt like I was hit on the head by some handicapped guy?
*At the Griffins couch Peter walks in and Lois is on the couch watching TV*
Peter: Oh hey Lois im drunk.
Lois: Alright.
Stewie: Fine then I will stay Brian.
Brian: These are your lips anyways. *Kisses Stewie*
Stewie: Alright lets go home.
Guy: GAY!
*In Joes Cop Car*
Joe: Well that was easier than I thought.
Peter: You got to show me one time how you drive!
Joe: Not now Peter!
Peter: Alright. So Quagmire is no longer being tracked.
Joe: Well atleast we think that is everybody.
Peter: What about the mafia!
Joe: Not funny Peter.
Peter: Yeah I know.
*At Police Station*
Joe: Alright we got Charmisse.
Officer: Good. Did you take care of the others?
Joe: Yep. *The other guards walk in with handcuffs*
Officer: Good job Officer Swanson.
Joe: No problem.
Peter: You do a great job at this!
Joe: I know I do.
Peter: Dont flatter yourself.
*At Stewies Room*
Stewie: Alright *Sits in the chair*
Brian: *Sits in chair next to him* So long baby body.
Stewie: So long good life. *Tries to pull trigger but it wont budge* What the hell?
Brian: Whats wrong!?
Stewie: It wont let me pull it!
Brian: Let me see that! *Tries to pull lever* Oh wow it wont budge!
Stewie: I think we are screwed!
Brian: Or maybe... *Pulls out cracker* There we go.
Stewie: Oh it was a cracker.
Brian: What was that doing there.
Stewie: I was doing stuff...
Brian: Anyways lets get back in the seats. *Sits in a seat*
Stewie: Do we have too...
Brian: Get in!
Stewie: Alright! *Sits in a chair*
Brian: *Takes cracker and eats it* Good.
Stewie: *Pulls trigger and they go back to their normal body* Are we normal yet?
Brian: Yes we are!
Stewie: Ok good.
Brian: I know you liked it in my body!
Stewie: I kind of did but at the same time you dont really smell that good either.
Brian: Im used to it.
Stewie: Now lets go back down and live our normal lives.
Brian: Yes.
Stewie: Alright. Lets go.
*At The Drunken Clam*
Quagmire: Well that is over with.
Joe: No more do you have to worry Quagmire buddy.
Peter: You know she wasnt bad.
Quagmire: Wasnt bad? What are you high Peter?
Peter: No, I didnt think she looked that bad!
Quagmire: Thats rediculous.
Peter: She may have been a bad girl, but she wasnt bad in looks.
Joe: How can you say that!
Peter: You got to admit it. Just because she almost killed us doesnt mean anything.
Joe: Well she is in jail now.
Peter: Joe why did you do that you asshole.
Joe: It was for her own good!
Quagmire: Yeah Peter! Shes our enemy!
Peter: If we really got to know her she would probably be a nice lady.
Quagmire: Cut the crap Peter.
Peter: Its not crap I mean it.
Quagmire: So you would dump Lois for her.
Peter: She could be my second option.
Quagmire: Shes a hooker Peter.
Peter: Im into that.
Quagmire: Are you drunk or something Peter?
Peter: How would I know? *Faints on table*
Quagmire: Yep he is drunk.
Peter: *Gets up and comes back with a hooker* Hey guys!
Quagmire: Peter, who is that.
Peter: My hooker!
Quagmire: Peter... You cant just get your own hooker you are married.
Peter: Well you married one.
Quagmire: Not on purpose!
Peter: Forget that! Will you marry me?
Hooker: Yes!
Peter: *Kisses her* I love you.
Quagmire: This wont last long.
Joe: I know.
Peter: She doesnt have a team of guards!
Hooker: Yes I do!
Peter: Shut up baby!
Quagmire: Peter I think we should take you home now.
Peter: Help me hit on this baby over here!
Quagmire: Peter...
Peter: What do you want Charmisse!
Quagmire: Its Quagmire. GO HOME YOUR DRUNK!
Peter: Says the guy who hits on every girl he sees!
Quagmire: Do I hit on your wife?
Peter: Yes!
Quagmire: Alright then. Giggity.
Peter: Just go fly your planes there!
Quagmire: Why are you doing this Peter.
Peter: I am not doing anything you crazy boy!
Quagmire: Seriously Peter.
Hooker: Im leaving! *Runs away*
Peter: We are in a relationship honey! Quagmire: Peter snap out of it! You arent married to her.
Peter: You dont know anything Quagmire!
Quagmire: For a matter of fact I do know things like right now, you are drunk!
Joe: I will take it form here Quagmire. PETER SIT DOWN! *Sits Peter down and hits his head*
Peter: *Wakes up* What happened Joe? Quagmire?
Joe: Nothing happened Peter.
Peter: Thats weird cause I felt like I was hit on the head by some handicapped guy?
*At the Griffins couch Peter walks in and Lois is on the couch watching TV*
Peter: Oh hey Lois im drunk.
Lois: Alright.
