V: Hey, so this is the next chapter. We're actually getting pretty close to the end of the story.

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Chapter 11: End

At this point, everyone was ready to beat Peter Griffin to a pulp, including Carter since they destroyed his jet. But, then, to everyone's surprise, Jake had stepped in to defend him. This was very difficult, considering that he had practically destroyed pretty much most of their home. Peter Pan argued with him, saying he deserved it since he was the one that started the fight in the first place, and did all of those things to Izzy. But then, Jake explained how they didn't want this to happen. Jake said Peter Griffin didn't know any better, since he was drunk. And, it was his rage that took them over.

Peter Griffin was amazed. He couldn't believe his ears. All he did to Jake was ruin his evening, sexually assault one of his crew members, and yet, here he was defending him. Peter Griffin had now taken a liking into Jake. He was really thankful for what he had done.

That night, Red Jessica had decided to throw a huge party. Of course, Peter Griffin played his favorite song during it, which was 'Surfin Bird'. Peter Pan had left midway to explore the lands beyond the Never Sea once more, and Jake had expected that.

Chris and Meg had hung out with Jake and his friends. They did plenty of things with them. Not sexually. They wished though. Carter just hung out with some serious guys, like Captain Hook. Lois hung out with the ladies, and so did Quagmire, and Cleveland and Joe decided to just have some friendly chats with everyone.

Late at night, which was at three in the morning, the party ended. Peter Griffin and his friends had decided to sleep at random places in Never Land. They all agreed to meet up at Shipwreck Beach. Carter, Brian and Stewie slept at Shipwreck Beach. Lois, Meg and Chris slept at Thousand Palm Forest, Cleveland, Quagmire and Joe slept at Pixie Peak and Peter Griffin slept at Pirate Island. He arrived at the island after the crew had got there.

Wendy and her brothers were actually pretty tired after the party so they decided to sleep with Jake for the night. So, Jake slept with Izzy on his bed, Wendy slept with John on Izzy's bed, and Cubby slept with Michael on his bed.

It was a bright, new day. 8:00 in the morning, to be precise. Jake and his friends, along with everyone else in the Never Land were sleeping peacefully. Normally, though, the pirate crew would be awake by this time, but considering they were awake the night before until 3 in the morning spending most of the night at Red Jessica's party, it's no surprise they're still asleep. It's no surprise everyone's still asleep...

"A-WELL-A-EVERYBODY'S HEARD ABOUT THE BIRD! A-WELL-A BIRD BIRD BIRD! B-BIRD'S THE WORD!"

Everyone, except for Peter Griffin, the man whose stupidity knows no bound. The minute he woke up at Pirate Island, he picked up beers and drank 'til he couldn't drink no more. Which means he' still drinking.

The barbaric booms of the stereos playing 'Surfin' Bird', in addition to Peter singing with it as well immediately woke Jake and his friends up, and boy were they not happy. And neither was the leader of the bunch, Jake.

"Well, what's all that racket out there?" Michael asked, tired.

"I think it's Peter. He's playing that stupid 'Surfin' Bird' song. It's driving me nuts!"Jake shouted, grinding his teeth together to drown out the song.

"We were all up all night at the party Red Jessica held and they were there too, so you'd think the least they'd do would be to let us sleep a little." Cubby said, groggily.

"Well, that's the trouble with idiots. They never know when to stop." Wendy said.

"Actually, they just choose not to stop. " John said angrily.

Jake immediately got up from his bead, put on his captain clothes on, which were now clean, and started heading downstairs to the hideout entrance, and opened it up.

When the door opened in front of Peter, he stopped the music and walked up to Jake. "Hey, little child. What can I do for you?"

"Hey, Peter. Do you think you can turn down the music a little bit!?"

"Who are you?"

"You're joking, right? It's me, Jake! We were at the party last night until 3 am, and we're very tired. My friends are all tired. So if you could kindly shut the music off for about another few hours, that would be great, Peter!"

"Well, sir, while I may be an idiot, if there's one thing I'm not, that sir, is an idiot. Now go back in there and go fuck yourself. I'm trying to listen to my music." And with that, Peter angrily closed the door on Jake.

"Stupid kids." He muttered before putting the music back on, this time, even louder than before. "They're just like one of those families that bitches about every little thing that ordinary people would bitch about."

(Cutaway Begins)

Peter was hosting a family consisting of a very strict mother and father, and an overly dressed 9 year old boy.

"OK, so this is my house. Uh, feel free to roam around as you please. Just don't touch anything." Peter said nervously. The father approached a photo of Chris on the wall near the staircase.

"This picture frame is off-center!" The father shouted.

"O-OK, I-I can just fix it later."

"It enrages me when a homeowner carelessly ignores such flagellant violations of the sanctity of a perfectly balanced home!"

"Alright, no need to get uptight over it."

"How do you think I'd feel if you came to my house and I had un-straightened picture frames all around?"

"It's one-sixteenth of an inch off. Don't get a fucking orgasm!"

"And look!" The mother yelled from the kitchen, noticing a cup on the kitchen table. "This cup has no coaster underneath it."

"We don't use coasters."

The mother and father both gasped loudly. "You don't use coasters? Are you invited us into your house in this condition?"

"Invited you? I don't even fucking know you!"

(Cutaway Ends)

While Jake's crew tried covering their ears with their pillows, desperately trying to block out the erupting noise from the stereo while Jake walked back upstairs, another member of the crew has already had her filling of 'Surfin' Bird'. Izzy.

She had also been up all night at the big party, which was no surprise, and now, just wanting to get some well deserved sleep, had to endure the torture that was Peter.

Angry and fed up with the music, she jumped out of bed, put on her clothes and slippers, and marched right out the bedroom and towards the nearest window, which was twenty feet above Peter. She marched up to the window, opened it and started yelling out of it really loudly.

"HEY, YOU OUT THERE! WILL YOU STOP PLAYING THAT STUPID SONG? WE'VE HEARD BACK AT THE PARTY AND WE'RE ALL SICK OF IT!" She shouted as loud as she could over the music. She actually strained her voice in the process. She growled in annoyance that Peter didn't hear her.

So she went downstairs, and banged on the hideout entrance hard enough for him to hear. "You've kept everyone up all night long, so we'd appreciate it if you'd just shut that music of-"

She was cut off when a drunken Peter holding a beer can, holding onto the tiki statue and walked up to Izzy, angrily glaring at her.

"Uh, hey bitch?" He smugly said. "Um, I'm trying to listen to my favorite music of all time and your nagging and yelling is making it hard for me to enjoy it."

"What!?"

"So if you don't mind shutting the hell up so I can enjoy it, I'd greatly appreciate it."

"Well, I'd appreciate getting back to sleep. We've been up all night with your friends, having lots of fun at Red Jessica's big party. We were all there, remember? The dog, your crazy friends, and the talking football?"

"Talking football? Now that's no way to talk about my son? Maybe my wife or my daughter, but not my son."

"You don't even know who I'm talking about, do you?"

"Um...I think so. What's his name again? I wanna say 'Louie'."

Izzy just gave up as she cupped her eyebrows in defeat.

"Hey, um, you think you can take me to that beach over there? I gotta get back to my family and those other people I hang out with."

"Why, I'd love to! After I get some sleep!"

Peter then pulled out a gun, and pushed it on to her head.

"Take me... now."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay. I will, I will." She said frightened as Peter put the gun away and she got Bucky ready.

"Bye." A voice said.

Peter saw Jake waving and smiling. Peter then walked up to him.

"Hey, listen, kid. I just wanna day, thanks for what you did yesterday. You know, defending me and all. I really appreciate it and... I'm sorry." Jake smiled.

"It's alright." They both shook hands.

"Hey, do you think you can get in touch with us sometime?" Peter asked.

"Umm, like how?" Jake asked. "A letter?"

"Haha, I'm just kidding with you kid. First of all, I don't even know how to get back here, and second, nobody writes letters anymore. Not even the Amish."

(Cutaway Begins)

Two Amish gentlemen, a bearded one and a bald one, were talking in the corn fields.

"My brother-in-law just settled into his new home in New York City." The bearded one said. "It has two stories, three bathrooms, and a den so he can set up his man cave."

"That sounds wonderful." The bald one responded. "How did you find this out?"

"He sent me this letter." The bearded one held up an envelope.

"A letter? Fascinating! Will you respond?"

"I want to, but I just can't figure out how. Like, am I supposed to write on the back of the paper? Or do I just start a new letter?"

"And for that matter, who do you send it to?"

"This is all just too confusing. Let's just wait for the arrival of computers and the internet."

"But we're an Amish community. Technology like that is five hundred years away."

"And yet we have iPods?" The bearded one held out an iPod.

(Cutaway Ends)

Peter got on Bucky as the ship sailed away and the two kept waving at each other until neither of them were in sight anymore.

Peter then jumped off the boat once he got to Shipwreck Beach.

Izzy immediately took off.

"Hopefully those kids don't do anything crazy after this, like I did when I was in 'Hell's Kitchen'."

(Cutaway Begins)

Chef Gordon Ramsey was now taking a bite out of a signature dish created by Peter Griffin. His dish consisted of pancakes made entirely out of relish, covered in syrup, mustard, and apparently, either three weeks worth of his own sperm, or expired mayo.

The taste was so terrible it caused Chef Ramsey to gag and throw it up. "Ugh, whose shit is this!?"

"That would be mine, sir." Peter said as he stepped up to Gordon.

"OK, what the hell is this shit?"

"Um, this is my original recipe. It's what I call 'Pancake Avalanche'. It's a baker's dozen pancakes stacked into one, covered entirely of relish,"

"Mm-hmm."

"Mustard..."

"Uh-huh."

"And sperm."

Chef Ramsey vomitted again. "What!?"

"Oh, yeah, I cover my food with sperm sometimes!?"

"Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack with this disaster you call a meal? What the fuck is it with you!?"

"Well, I'd rather not say, but if you must know, I'm performing a science experiment with sperm. I'm trying to see if men can have babies naturally by just consuming men's sperm."

"W-What...?"

Peter then broke out into hysterical laughter. He could not for the life of him control it. "Oh, I'm just f#cking with you, man! No, no, a-actually, I'm in a bet wtih Quagmire. H-H-He-He bet me $200 that I couldn't knock up a man by making them eat my own junk before I left here. So-So even though you spit out that crap, y-you could end up a daddy next year! O-A-Actually now that I think about it, that would make you a mommy! HAHAHAHAHA!"

(Cutaway Ends)

Meanwhile, Jake and his friends were now having some breakfast, without Izzy since she was still on her way back.

"You know, I'm not sure if I should be disappointed or happy that Peter's gone." Jake said.

"Say what you wanna say? That guy is crackers!" Skully squawked.

"Do you think that's going to be us when we grow up?" Cubby asked.

"You mean, IF, you grow up." John corrected. Everyone just laughed from there.

Meanwhile, everyone was now at Shipwreck Beach, but they were missing something. Batteries.

"Okay, who has batteries?" Brian asked.

"Me." Peter said.

"Ok, give them to me." Peter did as told and Brian put them in the device. Everyone gathered around and the device sent them back to their humble home.

Quahog, Rhode Island.

Everyone then went back into their homes, and Carter just walked back home.

"Hey, Joe."

"Yeah?"

BOOM! BOOM!

"AAAAHH!"

"Now we got the old Joe back." Peter had shot Joe in both legs, making him crippled once again.

Later that night...

The family was now at the couch.

"You know, I'm not gonna lie, I really enjoyed that place." Brian said.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss the kids. But you know what, before I left, they gave me something."

"What is it?"

"Something very special, Lois."

"What is it, Dad?" Chris asked.

"What, you haven't heard?"

"FUCK!" Stewie shouted.

"A-WELL-A BIRD BIRD BIRD! B-BIRD'S THE WORD! A-WELL-A BIRD BIRD BIRD! B-BIRD'S THE WORD! A-WELL-A BIRD BIRD BIRD! B-BIRD'S THE WORD!"

THE END

V: Amazing. But wait, there's more. Stay tuned for deleted scenes, coming soon.