"It was quite churlish of you, the way you ran away from my house so suddenly," said the White Witch. "You didn't even try my Turkish Delight."

Stewie was standing before her throne, surrounded by the vicious wolves. He was quite scared, but he didn't show it outwardly as he snarled, "Look, lady, just what is it you want from me?"

"I have no children of my own," said Jadis. "You are much the cleverest and handsomest young man I've ever met. I think I would like to adopt you. I would bring you up as my son, and you could be the prince, and later, after I am gone, the king- king of all Narnia!"

Stewie was flattered in spite of himself. "Well, I must say, you are certainly a shrewd judge of character. But I've already got a family of my own."

Jadis smiled wickedly. "I think you'll find I have much more to offer than Lois and the fat man could ever give you."

"How did you know that I call my father 'the fat man?'" Stewie demanded.

"Oh, you'd be surprised at how much I know about you, Stewie Griffin," said the witch. "And even more surprised at how much I can teach you. No one in your family, or your whole world, knows any magic. I do. I can show you how to turn your enemies into stone with just the flick of a wand. I can show you how to make creatures obey your every whim, whether they want to or not. I can show you how to turn perfectly ordinary objects into monsters, just by sprinkling a bit of dust on them."

Stewie was silent for a moment, processing her words. At last, he said, "Keep talking."

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Back at Number 31 Spooner Street, Lois was coming down the stairs with a load of laundry when Brian came bursting out of the washing machine, barking his head off. Lois was so startled she dropped her basket of clothes on the floor.

"Brian, what were ya doin' in there?" she exclaimed.

"I just came back from Narnia!" Brian cried.

Lois rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Bad enough that Meg is playin' games an' makin' up stories, now you're joining in too?"

"It's true!" Brian insisted. "Stewie wanted to investigate Meg's story further. The two of us were poking around the washing machine and got sucked into Narnia!"

Lois frowned. "Where is Stewie?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! He's still trapped in Narnia. A witch has captured him. We've got to help him!"

By this time, Peter, Meg, and Chris had heard Brian's shouting and come downstairs to see what it was all about. They were just in time to hear Brian's last words. "A witch?" said Meg. "That must be the same White Witch Mr. Tumnus warned me about!"

"Okay, this is getting outta hand," said Peter. "There's such a thing as taking a joke too far, ya know."

"Yeah, cause usually you're the one taking a joke too far in this house!" Meg fired back at him.

"We don't have time to argue!" Brian burst out. "Stewie's in trouble and we have to save him. Narnia exists, and I can prove it!"

And with that, he dived back into the washing machine and vanished. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.

Peter gasped. "Holy crap! Where'd Brian go?"

"He went into Narnia, dad," said Meg. "I told you it was real, but you wouldn't believe me."

"What are we supposed to do now?" cried Lois.

"I guess we follow him," said Meg. She climbed into the washing machine and disappeared just as Brian had done.

"Wow," said Chris. "I can't believe we're doing this." He climbed in too. It was a tighter squeeze for him, but he managed to crawl through.

But then Peter tried to go through, and he was even bigger than Chris. He got stuck in the opening and panicked. "I'm stuck! I'm stuck! I'm stuck!"

"Hold on, Pee-tah!" said Lois. She came up behind him and took hold of his legs.

Suddenly, Peter felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. "Whoa, what the hell are ya doin', Lois? Are ya tryin' to push me in or pull me back out?"

"I don't even know," Lois admitted. "You need to start eating healthier."

"I do eat healthy!" Peter said defensively. "As of this week, I've switched over to only drinking diet soda!"

Right at that moment, Lois slipped on one of the shirts that was lying on the floor. Still holding on to her husband's legs, the two of them were tugged forward, into the portal that led to Narnia.