Chapter 5: The Motel
Later that night, Meg wandered into a park in Quahog. She had nowhere else to stay at the time, so she slept on one of the benches for the night. Meg took out a blanket from one of her suitcases and wrapped it over her as she fell asleep under the stars.
Meanwhile, the Griffins returned home from the hospital. Lois drove back home, and Peter and Chris were in the backseat. Brian was in the front passenger seat. "Now I hope you two learn not to mess with those spiders again," Lois said.
"Okay, mom," Chris said.
"Yeah, whatever, Lois," Peter said.
The car pulled into the driveway, and everyone got out. They entered the house, and they saw that there were several dozen black widows all over the furniture. "Just where are all these spiders coming from?" complained Lois.
"N-n-nowhere, mother!" Stewie stuttered. "I-infact, there's no reason why you should check my room. I mean, it's not like you'll find a box that's labeled 'black widows' up there! I mean, seriously, d-d-don't check," Stewie pleaded.
"Hmm…" Lois said suspiciously. She eyed Stewie. He grinned innocently.
"Come on, Lois, the kid said there's nothing up there," Peter said.
"Oh, Peter, only an imbecile would fall for that one!" snapped Lois. Lois then dragged Peter through the house and up the stairs. Chris, Stewie, and Brian followed behind, and tried to avoid all the black widows. Then, they all looked in Stewie's room, where they saw a big box labeled "black widows". It was opened, and thousands of black widows poured out at a time. Everyone turned their heads toward Stewie and looked at him angrily. "Stewie!" shrieked Lois. "Why do you have all these bugs?"
"Oh, it's quite simple, Lois. They were for you. I was going to give them to you as a Christmas gift. Ha! Ha! Ha!" Stewie laughed.
"Let's get them out of the house! No, no, no, wait! Better idea. Let's give them to Meg!" Peter said.
"Peter, I don't think we should. She's going through a lot right now – " Lois started. However, Peter already started shoving the box into Meg's room.
"Hey, Meg, Daddy got a present for you. I think they'll correspond well with your ugliness –" Peter started. But then he stopped suddenly.
"Peter, what's wrong?" Lois asked as she approached Meg's room.
"Somebody's missing…" Peter said.
"Oh-no," panicked Lois. "I just hope it isn't Meg."
"Naw, it's just her pet hamster!" Peter said, noticing that it was under her bed. He picked it up and petted it. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Now don't escape from your cage again," Peter said, putting him back in the hamster cage.
"No, Peter, Meg is missing!" Brian said.
"Oh-no!" Lois yelled. "Where could she be?"
"Ah, well, who cares? She was stupid anyway," Peter said.
"Peter! I can't believe you don't even care that our daughter's missing," Lois said. "Now help me find her!"
One night later, Meg had decided that she had enough of sleeping on the bench, so she decided to find a nicer spot to sleep. She packed her blanket and took her suitcases. She strolled through downtown Quahog, looking for a hotel or apartment of some sort. However, all the finer places were much too expensive for Meg to afford, and she was not even old enough to stay alone unsupervised.
Meg began to wander out of the city and moved into the deserted, rural areas outside the city limits of Quahog. They looked desert-like, and tumble weeds bounced across the lonely fields to the sides of the two-lane road. Old power lines stood rotting and looking poorly maintained. The area looked like something from the wild west. Suddenly, something got Meg's attention.
It was a little motel to the right of the road! There was a large yellow sign that said in magenta neon lights "Motel". There was a big red arrow underneath that was highlighted with a series of flashing light-bulbs. Underneath the sign, there was a yellow sign with "Vacancy" glowing a red neon light. There were only a few cars at the motel, so Meg was sure to find a room she would like. Meg entered the motel.
The lobby was a fairly small room with a broken window and several beige brown folding chairs. It smelled of coffee and cigarette scents. There were a few plants, but they did looked as though they had not been watered for some time. There was a counter where a big-boned man with a thick black mustache, blue uniform, and a blue cap sat with a mug of coffee reading the newspaper.
"E-excuse me, s-sir," Meg said. "I'd like a room."
"Fifty bucks," the man grunted.
Meg took out $50 and handed it to the man. He took the cash and dropped a set of keys into her hand. "Room 48," he said, not taking his eyes off the newspaper.
"Thank you," Meg said with a smile. The man snorted. Meg was not sure he even heard her. She then went to room 48 and looked around. There was one dilapidated excuse for a bed, and there was a television set from the 80s on a tawdry dresser. The carpet was beige and dirty. It looked as though it had not been steam-cleaned in years. There were all sorts of little mites crawling inside. There was also a bathroom, but the tub looked extremely filthy, and the hot water knob did not work on the sink. The sink also dripped water even when shut off. The toilet was so clogged up that it did not even flush.
"You call this a room?" Meg said, seeming disgusted. "I'm almost half-considering going back to the bench at the park." She dumped her suitcases on the floor and she started to unpack.
Suddenly, someone entered the room. "Okay, baby, now where were we?" a familiar voice said sneakily. Meg shrieked in shock. Then, the other man's eyes widened in shock when he realized that he knew this person. "Meg! What're you doing here?" Meg turned around, shocked that the man knew her name. She jumped back and screamed when she realized she recognized the man. It was Glen Quagmire!