CHAPTER 2: (hello, again…my second chapter is in da HOUSE! In this one Peter goes to pre-school, and the TV world gets a bit of Stewie's genius…but can Stewie stand the giant set, which he thinks is a far away island…HAHA READ AND REVIEW!

Peter is watching TV, when Lois bursts through the doors. "PETER!"

"IT WAS CHRIS!" Peter said. "No, Peter. STEWIE…he's genius…that is why he talks."

"Oh," said Peter. "I thought it was a medical condition, or something."

The rest of the family comes downstairs. "Your all idiots," said Brian. "When a baby talks, you don't wait a year…it's not normal…I say, anything that shouldn't talk, should be killed…….except dogs…..of course."

"But the show writer forced us to believe it was normal the whole time," said Peter. "So what do we do now?" asked Peter.

"Peter. You have to take Stewie to his pre-school, and tell the people at the front desk he's leaving."

"You heard your mother, Chris," said Peter. "But dad!" said Chris. "Fine, I'll do it…………………………………..Meg, you heard your mother……….."

awkward staring moment

"Okay, I'm going."

Shows the sign for the Stewie's pre-school.

"Hello, desk people?" asked Peter, inside the little building. From the dark other side of the desk, a low, scratchy voice said, "We be desk people. What you want. Me eat soul." A hand came out of the dark and grabbed Peter's nose.

"AHHHHHHH!" screamed Peter. "My sons leaving, bye!" Peter ran out, and as he pulled away, the hand on his nose broke and fell to the floor. Two seconds later Peter ran back. "Wait. I remember you. Your Blowjob, my old pre-school teacher. I remember you. You sucked." "Thank you, and my name is Blowjaba…I guess I'm what made you run away, saying you were sent to kindergarten to your parents, so being the lazy oafs they are, they didn't bother coming back…"

"What are you getting at, Blowjaba?"

"You illegally went to kindergarten."

"I didn't know it was a law to learn."

"But your stupid."

"OHHHHHHH! That's right."

"So now, you aren't going anywhere until you complete the two days you had left."

"Oh my god! I have to spend two days with a bunch of babies!"

"Stop calling me a baby, dammit!" said Stewie, running out of the little building and onto the street

"Enjoy your stay," said Blowjaba.

The rest of the family is sitting at the table eating lunch. Suddenly, the FBI bursts in, with Stewie in their arms.

"Ma'am, I think this baby belongs to you," said an agent. Stewie looked and sounded drunk. "Dee…lalalala," said the baby. "This child seems to be super smart to have escaped your clutches and broken into a grocery, where he stole some beers. May I ask you for a favor?"

"Don't do it, mom!" Chris whined.

"Yeah, mom," said Meg. "Remember the last time you did the FBI a favor.

FLASHBACK: Lois is standing in a dark room, wearing a shirt that said "Bomb Squad". She was holding tweezers and was trying to dismantle a bomb by switching wires sticking out of it. She was sweating hard and cut the blue wire. It shows a map, and Europe disappears. Flashback ends.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"The FBI wants to make a new TV show starring a genius boy…the catch…it's in Africa."

"What's in it for me?" asked the baby. "Whatever you want."

"WHATEVER I WANT! I'm getting me a wig! Bring it on, Hollywood!"

"I don't know…he is really young."

"What don't you understand about 'genius,'" asked another agent.

"Well, I guess so. But I want to come along."

"Never. My freedom from you has arrived. Sweet redemption, thy name is Stewie. At last, victory is mine. Come along, Rupert, and pack your bags," said Stewie throwing his stuffed ear clear into his room from the kitchen."

"Perfect," said the third agent. "We will pick him up tomorrow."

"Wait," said Brian. "The FBI has nothing to do with TV. Why should you have anything to do with…"

Brian froze as the fourth agent pulled out a dog whistle. "See you then, Stewie."

"Okay, Stewie. Time for your bath," said Lois

"BLAST!"

(Next chapter should be coming soon…it will be the second to last…four expected)