Okay everyone, before you read this chapter, I have to warn you about strong langauge here, very strong and mild sexual content. The language used here, you might've thought it was M-Rated, but if it is too strong, it will be raised to M, but I think it's appropiate for at least a Rated T level, so here it is.
Chapter 2- "Los Angeles Lakers"
The Griffins pack up and then they head to the airport to go to Los Angeles. They are now on the plan while it's flying to LA.
"This is so freakin' sweet I swear." Peter says.
"Yes it is Peter, you better enjoy it." Brian says.
"Oh yeah, and what if I don't you idiot?" Peter says.
"Hey, you're an idiot.." Brian replies.
"You're the idiot you idiot, because obviously, over the years I've proven to be smarter than you."
"Hey idiot, you know that's not true at all you freakin' idiot, well anyways, you're a S.O.B., cause even though you're not a dog, you're the rapper's dawg, no what I'm saying?"
"What...the hell...was that? Who the hell is writing your lines?"
"Shut up."
"Okay, let's stop this from going any further I mean, we're good friends and we shouldn't really argue, plus we're on a plane."
All the people on the plane are looking at Peter and Brian.
"This is some good freakin' crap." A Kid says but then he is smacked in the mouth.
"Wow Peter, I never expected that from you. Let's just cut the B.S." Brian says.
"Yeah, you agreed with me, in your f---ing face! In your f---ing face? That reminds when you said to me 'In Your f---ing Face' when I found out when I was retarded."
"I can't believe I am like a best friend to this idiotic f---ing a--hole." Brian says.
"Oh don't worry dog, you've been embarassed already, the people are still looking at you." Stewie says.
"Aww, you bastard." Brian says to Stewie. "Nothing to see here folks, just a man talking to his dog, yeah, ever seen 'Corneil and Bernie?' Yeah, it's just like that."
The Griffins arrive in California.
"Wow, this place is awesome." Peter says.
"I never knew it would be this big, damn we've been in Quahog for way too long." Stewie says.
"Oh My God, it's Kobe Bryant." Meg says pointing to Kobe Bryant.
"Hey, a fan." Kobe Bryant says.
"Hey Kobe, you're playing a game tonight." Peter asks.
"Yeah, you should come see it."
"Okay, you'll see me there."
Later on while the Griffins unpacked their stuff at the hotel.
"Wow, what a nice hotel." Lois says.
"Yes, I agree it is very comfortable. It'll be funny if I can find a weapon in a nice hotel in LA like this one." Stewie says. He then looks under his bed and then he sees a gun. "Oh My God. I can't believe, I just, I just can't believe it. A Gun. And it's just not a gun, it's a P2K."
The Griffins are later at the Lakers Basketball game.
"Hey, where the hell is Shaq?" Peter asks.
"Didn't you know Peter, he was traded to Miami." Brian replies.
"What, oh hell no, goddamn, how did I not know that, I mean Jesus Christ, -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------." Peter screams out. Suddenly, the basketball game stops and everyone is staring at Peter. "What, what the ---- did I do?"
It is halftime and Peter and the rest of the family our outside the arena.
"You know, I can't believed we got kicked out because Shaq wasn't there and I kept screaming."
"I hoped you learned your lesson Peter, don't be such a freakin' idiot when we go into a freakin' arena." Brian says.
"Hey I wasn't acting like a freakin' idiot, right Chris?"
"Of course not, my dad isn't a freakin' idiot." Chris says and gives Peter a high five.
"You agree with me to, don't you Stewie?" Peter asks.
"Hahahahahahhahaha, hell no, there is no freakin' way that I agree with yo ass, YOU FREAKIN' FATASS!" Stewie yells at Peter. "Wow, I never knew that day will come." Stewie says calmed down.
A Guard of the Staples Arena walks out.
"Okay, you're allowed back in. Just keep down the yelling." The Guard says.
Peter walks into a player's lockers and sees Kobe Bryant.
"Hey Kobe, you'll probably wondering what the hell am I doing here?"
"Yep, pretty much."
"Well, I hope you didn't take anything I was saying offensive, I'm just a huge Shaq fan."
"Fine, just don't let it happen again."
The 2nd Half of the game is being played and Kobe fouls someone.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU FOUL SOMEONE LIKE THAT YOU S.O.B., AND I'M ROOTING FOR SOMEONE THAT'S NOT IN LA, YEAH, TAKE THAT YOU FOOL!PEACE OF CRAP!" Peter screams.
"AHH!" Kobe starts running to Peter.
"OH GOD, GUARDS, A RAPIST IS AFTER ME."
"I'm not a rapist." Kobe says walking back to the court.
"K stands for Killer, O stands for Oppresion, B stands for Butthead and E stands for Eggface Cracker Crack Smoking ----head, Potato Chip, Off the Old Freakin' Block Stupid Freak, Son of a Bitch!"
"Hey, shut up a--hole!" Kobe screams back to Peter as he approaches Peter.
"Oh God, A Basketball Player is imitating Ron Artest, oh please help me I'm only 42." Peter whines.
"Crap." Kobe says.
"Kobe has been charged for a defensive foul and a technical foul for inappropiate language." The Referee says.
"Crap."
The Griffins are returning to the hotel.
"It was a pretty nice game, but the Lakers got their ass kicked, oh wait, they won the game, CRAP!" Stewie says.
"Hey Stewie, this is Los Angeles, you suppose to root for them here." Peter says.
"You didn;t root for them dad." Meg says.
"Shut your freakin' face you ugly bitch, no one was talking to you." Peter says.
The Griffins are back at the hotel and Peter and Lois are in the bedroom.
"You know Peter, sometimes you just, really get out of control." Lois says.
"What, how the hell do I get outta control?" Peter asks.
"You called Meg an ugly bitch. What kinda freakin' father calls hisdaughter an ugly bitch?"
"Oh, you slipped Lois."
"Oh damn you. Shut off the lights so we can just have sex."
The lights goes off and all you hear are strokes.
"Ohh Peter."
The next day comes and Peter and Brian are watching TV.
"Wow, there are some great channels they have in LA, but every channel is different, I'm not sure which is which." Peter says.
"Yeah, I know what you're saying." Brian says.
"No you don't."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Peter moons Brian.
"Kiss my ass, kiss my ass, kiss my ass, kiss my ass, kiss my ass, kiss my ass, kiss my motherf---ing ass!"