Chapter 5

The Griffins got inside the car and drove to the local sewer. It was only about a 5 minute drive from their house, and they parked in the employee parking lot. They walked down to a large, open pool of icky slime and gunk.

"Come on, everybody, let's get in," Peter said, as the Griffins started shedding their clothes.

"Eww," Meg said. "I don't wanna go in there."

"Come on, it won't be that bad," Peter said. "I drank out of this sewer before when I was thirsty."

"You can't be serious," Lois said.

"Yeah, I am. I was about 5 years old, and I wanted a drink, so I drank right out of the sewer."

"Hmm…no wonder you're so stupid," Stewie remarked.

"Shut up, dumbass, it's your own fault we all have smallpox!" Brian yelled. He then shut his mouth.

"Damn you, dog!" Stewie yelled back. The Griffins all looked at Stewie angrily.

"Stewie! Is that true?" barked Lois.

"Um…well, it wasn't my fault. See, the truth is, I wasn't stuck in a tree. I took a plane to Afghanistan to get some smallpox stockpiles from Osama Bin Laden. I got the smallpox because I meant to kill Brian, not the rest of you," Stewie admitted.

"WHAT!" all the Griffins shouted. They all piled up on Stewie and started beating the crap out of him.

Suddenly, Stewie woke up screaming. He looked around him. It was morning. Stewie checked himself. He didn't have any pock marks to his relief. "Whew! It was all a dream. What a relief." Stewie looked over at the smallpox barrels and then, he saw Brian walking by. "Brian…oh, Brian…"

Brian entered the room. "Yeah, what is it?" he asked. Stewie suddenly jumped out of his crip, slapped Brian, got a hold of him, opened the barrel of smallpox, threw Brian inside, sealed the barrel shut, and then sprayed his room with a disinfectant.

"There we go, now we're even for you revealing that I am gay," Stewie sneered. He hurried out of the room.

"Come on, Stewie, let me out of here!" complained Brian. He banged from the inside of the barrel. "Hello? Hello? Anybody there?"

The End