Chapter 9: Brian's in this too?
As Meg was arranging the socks in her drawer, two small beings creaked open the door to Meg's room. They sneaked inside and hid under her bed. Meg thought she heard something and turned around. There was nothing there. Deciding she was just crazy, Meg went back to arranging her sock drawer.
The beings, which of course were Stewie and Chucky, watched Meg from underneath the bed. "There's the bitch," Chucky said. "I hate her. She's such a f-cking nerd!"
"Okay, Chucky, let me level with you," Stewie said. "I feel so great, having annihilated Lois, but are we going on some kind of killing spree or something, because I only initially planned on killing only Lois."
"Oh, yes, my friend," Chucky said, placing his arm on Stewie's small shoulders. "We kill everyone in this family until they're gone. That's my business."
"Ooh, fun," grinned Stewie. "I say, let me get a pistol real quick. I want to make this good." Stewie ran from under the bed. He ran out back into the hall. Meg shot around, missing Stewie by just a second or so. Meanwhile, Stewie went to Peter's room. Stewie had explored his room many times during his games of Peek-A-Boo. He knew where Peter kept his guns. It was in the back of his closet behind his clothes. Lois used to have a problem with Peter possessing guns, so she forced him to get rid of them. However, Peter never did. He hid them behind his clothes to make it seem like he'd gotten rid of them.
Stewie went into the closet and checked behind Peter's clothes. There it was. It was what Stewie was looking for: the .357 Magnum. He got the gun and checked to see if it was loaded. To his luck, it was fully loaded! He ran back into the hall and scampered back under the bed. "Great, you got the gun!" Chucky said.
"Mind if I shoot her down?" Stewie asked.
"Hell, I don't care. She's your sister, after all," Chucky said slyly. At that point, Meg finished arranging her sock drawer. She bent down to slide the drawer back in. "Now! Do it now!" Chucky ordered. Stewie shot Meg in the rear, and she screamed and fell over. The drawer, which had not been slid in all the way flew in the air, and all the socks flew out. Meg fell on the floor and smashed her glasses.
"Ah! My glasses!" she cried. But the worst was yet to come. The drawer started to fall downward, and it was headed for poor Meg. She looked up and screamed. The drawer smashed on her head and split it open right down the middle. She screamed in pain, and blood gushed out. Chucky and Stewie ran out. "Stewie…" Meg managed to say. "Why?"
"Cause you're a nerdy little bitch, and I hate you. You suck and are so damn dumb," Stewie said. Meg sobbed and sobbed.
"Oh shut up," Chucky said, pulling out his trusty knife. He stabbed Meg in the neck. More blood came out. Then, Stewie put the gun to her head. "Say bye-bye, Meggie," he smiled. Then, he fired the gun, and a huge bullet went through her head, causing yet more bloodshed. Then, Stewie fired the gun again in her mouth, and then, her head exploded. Eyes, bits of the brain, nose, ears, teeth, and blood were found all over the room. Meg's body was headless. You could see inside the neck, and in the neck you could see where the head had been cut off at the spine. There was practically nothing left of Meg.
Just then, Brian happened to walk in. "Oh mess! What happened here?" he gasped.
"We shot Meg," Stewie said, seeming satisfied with himself.
"Don't you guys think you've had enough killing for the past month or so?" Brian said.
"I like killing," Chucky said. "It's my favorite hobby."
"Well, as much as I hate to say it, I've never really had much of a liking for Cleveland for some strange reason. Why don't we go over to his house and give him a piece of our minds?" Brian said.
"That's the spirit!" exclaimed Stewie.
A few minutes later, Brian, Stewie, and Chucky came to Cleveland's house with guns, knifes, and whips. "Okay, Chucky. Hide in the bush until Stewie gives you the signal," Brian said. He nodded to Stewie to demonstrate.
Stewie unfastened his overalls and shook his booty. "I just love my Calvin Kleins!" he exclaimed in a weird tone.
"That's the signal, Chucky. Watch for it," Brian said. Chucky went off to hide in the bushes. Stewie was still shaking his booty. "Okay, Stewie, you can stop now…" Brian said, seeming disgusted with Stewie's erotic behavior.
"Oh, but I love my Calvin Kleins. They make me feel…" Stewie started. But before he could finish, Cleveland and his wife, Loretta, appeared at the door. Chucky pulled up his overalls and refastened them.
"Can I help you?" Cleveland asked.
"Yeah," Brian said. "We're taking a survey, and we must come inside for a brief moment, if that's okay." Cleveland nodded, and then Brian walked in. Stewie dropped his overalls and shook his booty again. He quickly put his overalls on again, and Chucky quietly followed Stewie inside.
"What survey are you conducting?" Cleveland asked.
"This survey!" shouted Chucky. Cleveland turned around to face Chucky and Stewie. Chucky pulled the trigger and shot Cleveland and Loretta. Then, Brian cracked a whip, slicing the two of them and leaving red stripes all over their bodies. "Ah!" they cried in pain. Then, Stewie ran up and stabbed them in various places. Then, Chucky went up to Cleveland and grabbed the whiskers on his mustache. He ripped them off, and that caused Cleveland to scream in pain. Blood oozed out from the pores where the whiskers had once been. Then, Brian punched Cleveland in the teeth and ripped them out. "Oh-augh!" shouted Cleveland. Chucky punched Cleveland in the nose, and his nose began to bleed. "Shut up!" Chucky yelled.
"Okay, boys, that's good for tonight. Let's get back home before Peter gets suspiscious," Brian said. Chucky pulled out his gun and shot Cleveland and Loretta one final time. After they left, Cleveland and Loretta slowly began to collapse as they shed blood and felt miserable.