One day, Peter decided the adults of Quahog should stage a coup on Mayor West's office after said mayor began to waste the town's money on zombie traps. Which were really just oversized buckets he filled with mayonnaise and hung from trees.

While the adults were off having their war, they left their kids, teens and Brian in charge of the Griffin House. It would function as their base while the other houses would function as fortresses.

Meg sat amidst chaos. Well, not full-blown chaos yet, nothing was broken. But who knew how long that would last?

"So...why are we doing this again?" Connie asked, rolling her eyes. "Meg, sometimes I wonder if there's anything in your dad's head at all."

"Hey, something's gotta keep it from caving in," Meg sighed. "The mayor's not even spending that much...what are metal buckets and mayonnaise going for these days? Seven bucks?"

"Hey, stop making fun of Dad! Besides, Mom and Mr. Clevland are going along with it and they're smart," Chris argued.

"You know what really stinks about the whole thing?" Stewie said. "I'm the only one with real military expertise. I've read blogs, books, magazines, seen every episode of MASH..."

"Right, this from a kid who can't even tie his shoes," Connie deadpanned. Stewie glared at her.

"Step off, queenie, you don't know who you're messin' with," he snapped. "I once manipulated the weather and indirectly caused the death of one William Shatner!"

"We know, kid, we've heard it all before," Kevin groaned. "Meg, wanna go make out?"

"Sure!" Meg stood up, but the two were stopped in their tracks by Brian.

"As the sole adult in this house, I declare a no hanky-panky clause," he scolded. "That means you too, Chris, stop trying to stick your hands up Connie's pajama top!"

"Eeek!" Connie screamed, having been oblivious to the grope attempt while arguing with Stewie. "God, this sucks more than the time I got my purse strings caught in a revolving door!" A beat. "Oh yeah."

"Sorry, that only works when Peter does it," Brian said, pulling Susie off of a cowering Bertram. "Neil, mind pausing the Star Trek DVDs for a minute and helping me out here?"

"For your information, this isn't a DVD. It's a DV-R, there is a big difference," Neil said. "And no, this is a very important episode and I want to see every minute of it."

"For God's sake, Goldman, you can ogle Seven of Nine's boobs later!" Kevin shouted. Meg sighed.

"Mom and Dad owe me big after this is over," she muttered. Can't make out, can't leave the house, Stewie and Connie won't stop fighting...you'd think us kids and teens having the place to ourselves for weeks would be cooler!