A/N: hello this is flutetenorsaxplayer2008 again. This is familyguyfreak101's next chapter of Battle At Quahog. And I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I would like to mention that I do now own this story this beings to my friend. I am only writing it because my laptop has wireless internet and her laptop does not. and she doesn't have any other computer with internet.
so without further adueiu here is chapter 6 of Battle At Quahog.
Stewie POV:
My dad and I finally reached Lincoln Arch, a suburb where grandma and nana Pewterschmidt live. I was going to work at the country club. I couldn't tell if I was happy or dreading working here, but I knew that I needed the money.
"Well Stewie, look's like we're here. Remember what I said about people NOT walking al over you."
I looked up and we had arrived. I remember this house from when I used to spend time here when I was younger. I walked inside and I looked around. I had forgotten that there were so many windows in this place. But then I had to remember that this was a three-story house.
I also noticed that they had a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the foyer.
"Stewie, how's my youngest grandson? I hope my whore of a daughter has married someone else by now."
I had to control my emotions and choose my words wisely. I needed that job at the country club.
"I'm fine grandpa, and yes Lois is still married to my dad. But I've come here to ask you if that job opening at the country club is still available."
My grandpa looked as if he as about to have an aneurysm.
"Nonsense, you are a Pewterschmidt. And Pewterschmdits don't work for anyone."
I was geting angry. I needed this job. I had to control myself.
"Grandpa, first thing's first, I am NOT a Pewterschmidt. And second, I was taught that if I wanted something I would have to earn it, and not just bribe my way to get it.
This stunned my grandfather into silence. No other person, besides nana that is, has ever told grandpa up front how they felt. I couldn't tell if he was either proud of me or if he was about to strangle me like that man on that show called The Simpsons who strangles his son if he did something that annoyed him.
"You really want this job. Here?"
"Yes, Mr. Pewterschmidt." I had to prove that I could be professional.
"Very well then, Stewert Griffin, you start your job tomorrow."
I was shocked, happy and confused all rolled into one. I would be making my own money, but the downside would be that I would have to address people with 'respect', even if I knew the person.
But what my grandfather said next was ironic and degrading al at the same time.
"You are now the country club's new towel boy."
Did I hear that correctly? I was going to be a towel boy?! That's the job that Fatman told me he had when he met Lois.
"Towel boy?!"
"Yes, you are the towel boy."
This upset me, I was going to be a lowly towel boy. I was going to have to ask if I could have a different job at the country club.
"Can't I have a different job?"
"No, Mr. Griffin! Do you want this job, Yes or No?!"
I lowered my head in defeat. "Yes, Mr. Pewterschimdt. I would enjoy being the country club's new towel boy."
I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
"Very well Mr. Griffin, you will start tomorrow."
I walked out to the car that Fatman had kept running. He asked me how it went and I told him that it went ok. I also mentioned that I was going to be a towel boy. He was so excited for me. I would have to work at my granparents' country club as a lowly towel boy.
I've seen the movies. Towel boys always get to be the butt of everyone else's jokes. I would have to learn to ignore the jokes and tricks people would be pulling on the new towel boy.
A/N: so what did you all think? I didn't write this, my friend: familyguyfreak101 did. I am flutetenorsaxplayer2008 and I would like to take the time and mention how well she is writing for her one of her first fanfiction stories. :) i hope you all enjoy the coming chapter that my friend has written. again please R&R this story :) she wants to hear your thoughts on this story.