*Where we left off*
Lois: I am gonna remember this moment for a long time...
*That night at the hotel room*
Peter: Today was great.
Lois: Yeah.
Peter: Without Meg.
Lois: Without Chris.
*The next morning at a souveneir shop*
Peter: *Flicks bobblehead of bob dole* HAHAHAHA!
Bob Dole: Bob Dole, Bob Dole.
Peter: *Sees welcome to Vegas statues* Maybe we can buy one of these.
Stewie: Which one, which one!
Meg: *Sees daughter and dad buying a souveneir together and Meg sighs* We can never be like that.
Peter: *Takes Welcome to Las Vegas Sign Statue* This will fit well with my new colection of souveneirs.
Stewie: T-Shirts. What am I gonna wear shirt for a state that isnt mine? Publicity whores.
Peter: This has to be one of the best trips weve taken.
Meg: Dad why are you takling to yourself?
Peter: And my ugly daughter is right behind me annoying me.
Lois: Look at these cute president bobbleheads!
Brian: Yeah they are cute.
Stewie: *Walks up to brian* Beer!
Brian: Why do I need to give it to you.
Stewie: You will pay!
Brian: Alright, alright. Ill get you that beer.
Stewie: Yep, by the time we get back home!
Brian: I got it. Give beer to baby.
Lois: What?
Brian: Nothing.
Stewie: Your dead if I dont get it!
Brian: I know.
*At the hotel that night*
Lois: Well we got alot of souveneirs.
*Later on when everyones asleep*
Brian: *Gets up and wakes up Stewie* Beer.
Stewie: Right.
*At the bar*
Brian: We are gonna get drunk till we fall.
Stewie: Alright lets do this!
Brian: 2 Martinis for me and the midget.
Bartender: Alright.
Brian: This isnt much like The Drunken Clam.
Stewie: I know, more like a dump.
Brian: Not much of a dump.
Stewie: Lets get drunk!
Brian: Alright wait.
Stewie: No patience.
Brian: 5000 BEERS PLEASE!
*In the car with Brian driving and Stewie in the passengers seat*
Stewie: Coppers?
Brian: *Cops stop them and Brian pulls over and the cop comes to the door* Hello?
Cop: Are you drunk driving?
Brian: No?
Stewie: *Opens mouth and beer goes everywhere.
Cop: Ticket and jail.
Brian: What!?
*In Jail Cell*
Brian: Its all my fault.
Stewie: Of course it is! You got me drunk!
Brian: You wanted to get drunk.
Stewie: Fine, but you will pay!
*Later that night*
Lois: Where is Stewie and Brian?
Peter: I dont know?
Lois: We got to find them! Brian said he would take Stewie somewhere? *Calls Brian* Brian? *Gasps* Oh no!
*The next day outside the jail*
Lois: Did you get Stewie drunk?
Brian: No. But he did want some beer. Didnt give it too him.
Peter: Well its the last day we are here in Vegas, maybe we should all be as a family today.
Lois: Yeah. *They all walk down the sidewalk*
*In the plane*
Manager: Where are we going?
Biker Guy: Quahog.
Robert: Why that dump?
Biker Guy: Meg and her family is on this plane.
Manager: Oh yeah!
Biker Guy: Hopefully that dont noticed us.
Manager: No they cant!
Robert: We are bad just like the paparazzi.
*In the cockpit*
Peter: *On Microphone* This is Peter Griffin in the cockpit saying. Heheheheh. Cockpit. Heheheheh.
Lois: Peter, you acturally fly really well!
*At the plane seats*
Stewie: Well, I never got to use my guns.
Brian: Thats alright. Save them for something else.
Stewie: Like?
Brian: How am i supposed to know?
Stewie: Maybe i can kill off some people.
Brian: Thats such a good use.
Stewie: Like a white ugly Meg dog sitting on the right of me.
Brian: You cant say im ugly. Im a dog everyone thinks im cute. Until you mess with me.
Stewie: There you go boy.
Brian: Cant wait to get home. But you know what. That trip was acturally quite fun.
Stewie: I wouldnt say that but I guess so.
Brian: You just said you wouldnt say that.
Stewie: Why not.
*At the Griffins home well all 6 of them are watching TV*
Peter: Well that trip was great! I got to teach Meg how to play on the slots, she lost a friend. Brian and Stewie went to jail. Lois: No Brian had stewie and they went to jail.
Peter: Whatever.
Brian: Im gonna miss Heather.
*In a daydream of Brians*
Brian: Will you marry me Heather.
Heather: Yes.
Brian: Lets run into the sunset like a dramatic love ending!
Heather: Ok!
Brian: *Runs with Heather* Touch me.
Heather: What Brian: Nothing.
Lois: I am gonna remember this moment for a long time...
*That night at the hotel room*
Peter: Today was great.
Lois: Yeah.
Peter: Without Meg.
Lois: Without Chris.
*The next morning at a souveneir shop*
Peter: *Flicks bobblehead of bob dole* HAHAHAHA!
Bob Dole: Bob Dole, Bob Dole.
Peter: *Sees welcome to Vegas statues* Maybe we can buy one of these.
Stewie: Which one, which one!
Meg: *Sees daughter and dad buying a souveneir together and Meg sighs* We can never be like that.
Peter: *Takes Welcome to Las Vegas Sign Statue* This will fit well with my new colection of souveneirs.
Stewie: T-Shirts. What am I gonna wear shirt for a state that isnt mine? Publicity whores.
Peter: This has to be one of the best trips weve taken.
Meg: Dad why are you takling to yourself?
Peter: And my ugly daughter is right behind me annoying me.
Lois: Look at these cute president bobbleheads!
Brian: Yeah they are cute.
Stewie: *Walks up to brian* Beer!
Brian: Why do I need to give it to you.
Stewie: You will pay!
Brian: Alright, alright. Ill get you that beer.
Stewie: Yep, by the time we get back home!
Brian: I got it. Give beer to baby.
Lois: What?
Brian: Nothing.
Stewie: Your dead if I dont get it!
Brian: I know.
*At the hotel that night*
Lois: Well we got alot of souveneirs.
*Later on when everyones asleep*
Brian: *Gets up and wakes up Stewie* Beer.
Stewie: Right.
*At the bar*
Brian: We are gonna get drunk till we fall.
Stewie: Alright lets do this!
Brian: 2 Martinis for me and the midget.
Bartender: Alright.
Brian: This isnt much like The Drunken Clam.
Stewie: I know, more like a dump.
Brian: Not much of a dump.
Stewie: Lets get drunk!
Brian: Alright wait.
Stewie: No patience.
Brian: 5000 BEERS PLEASE!
*In the car with Brian driving and Stewie in the passengers seat*
Stewie: Coppers?
Brian: *Cops stop them and Brian pulls over and the cop comes to the door* Hello?
Cop: Are you drunk driving?
Brian: No?
Stewie: *Opens mouth and beer goes everywhere.
Cop: Ticket and jail.
Brian: What!?
*In Jail Cell*
Brian: Its all my fault.
Stewie: Of course it is! You got me drunk!
Brian: You wanted to get drunk.
Stewie: Fine, but you will pay!
*Later that night*
Lois: Where is Stewie and Brian?
Peter: I dont know?
Lois: We got to find them! Brian said he would take Stewie somewhere? *Calls Brian* Brian? *Gasps* Oh no!
*The next day outside the jail*
Lois: Did you get Stewie drunk?
Brian: No. But he did want some beer. Didnt give it too him.
Peter: Well its the last day we are here in Vegas, maybe we should all be as a family today.
Lois: Yeah. *They all walk down the sidewalk*
*In the plane*
Manager: Where are we going?
Biker Guy: Quahog.
Robert: Why that dump?
Biker Guy: Meg and her family is on this plane.
Manager: Oh yeah!
Biker Guy: Hopefully that dont noticed us.
Manager: No they cant!
Robert: We are bad just like the paparazzi.
*In the cockpit*
Peter: *On Microphone* This is Peter Griffin in the cockpit saying. Heheheheh. Cockpit. Heheheheh.
Lois: Peter, you acturally fly really well!
*At the plane seats*
Stewie: Well, I never got to use my guns.
Brian: Thats alright. Save them for something else.
Stewie: Like?
Brian: How am i supposed to know?
Stewie: Maybe i can kill off some people.
Brian: Thats such a good use.
Stewie: Like a white ugly Meg dog sitting on the right of me.
Brian: You cant say im ugly. Im a dog everyone thinks im cute. Until you mess with me.
Stewie: There you go boy.
Brian: Cant wait to get home. But you know what. That trip was acturally quite fun.
Stewie: I wouldnt say that but I guess so.
Brian: You just said you wouldnt say that.
Stewie: Why not.
*At the Griffins home well all 6 of them are watching TV*
Peter: Well that trip was great! I got to teach Meg how to play on the slots, she lost a friend. Brian and Stewie went to jail. Lois: No Brian had stewie and they went to jail.
Peter: Whatever.
Brian: Im gonna miss Heather.
*In a daydream of Brians*
Brian: Will you marry me Heather.
Heather: Yes.
Brian: Lets run into the sunset like a dramatic love ending!
Heather: Ok!
Brian: *Runs with Heather* Touch me.
Heather: What Brian: Nothing.