Hoster's Note: We should omit VBG's note about her wanting to get the fanfic done by December.
Chapter 2 - At the Mall
The Griffins made their way through the mall doing some last-minute Christmas shopping. The mall looked so beautiful with its Christmas decorations. Brian and Barbara were taking Stewie to see the mall's Santa Claus.
"I am so excited to see Santa Claus", Stewie said with a smile on his face. "You know what I think is really wonderful? Out of all the malls in this great country of ours, he chooses to come here year after year. You know? I mean, who are we? You know? I'll tell you who we are, the lucky ones."
"Well remember if you be a good boy, Santa will give you what you ask for", Barbara smiled.
"Uh oh", Brian said as they looked at the line.
The line was about two miles long.
"Oh my god, look at the line!" Barbara said with wide eyes.
"Damn it, we're going to be here forever", Brian frowned.
"Hey, wait!" Stewie said. "Look, there's Quagmire way up front. We can cut in line with him!"
"Stewie, that's not a good idea", Barbara said.
"Stewie, he doesn't like me so much", Brian said.
Stewie ignored their words and ran ahead to where Quagmire stood with a young child with thin hair.
"Glen?" Brian said pretending to be surprised. "Glen Quagmire? Wow, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, hi Brian", Quagmire said frowning at them. "Just waiting for Santa like everyone else."
"Oh cool, cool. We'll just hang with you guys. And who's this cute little guy? Is this your nephew?"
Brian smiled as he knelt next to the kid.
"Hey, buddy", he said. "You here to see Santa? Yeah, hope you've been a good boy this year."
Right away the kid started to cry.
"That little guy is my niece, Abby, you douche!" Quagmire yelled glaring. "Her hair's short because of the chemotherapy!"
"Uh oh", Stewie said not helping.
"Hey, calm down", Barbara said. "It's an honest mistake."
"Do you know how much talking it took to get her out of the house because of her no-hair?" Quagmire continued.
"Oh, gosh I didn't know", Brian said. "I'm so sorry."
"Oh you're sorry? For what? Is waiting in line such a catastrophe that you have to destroy the confidence of a five-year-old cancer patient?"
"Oh, come on. I didn't know she was dying."
Abby started crying harder.
"Brian!" Barbara said shocked. "Honey, right you should just stop talking before you piss him off even worse."
"Who said anything about dying?" Quagmire glared.
"Uncle Glen, am I dying?" Abby asked.
"No, sweetheart, you're not dying. Cause we're going to see Santa and he's going to bring you a new brain."
He turned to Brian glaring.
"Get out of here, Brian. Just get out of here!"
Brian looked down as he walked away. Barbara walked with him putting a comforting paw on his shoulder. She looked up to see all the kids and adults glaring at Brian.
"What? It was an honest mistake!" she said. "Come on, it's Christmas. Can't you forgive him?"
"Spirit-crusher!" someone in line yelled.
"Oh, you know what you can all just go **** yourselves! Merry Christmas, assholes!"
"Should've gone into politics, Bri", Stewie frowned. "Now we got to go all the way to the back of the line."
"Stewie, don't start", Barbara said. "I am in no mood for this."
"What the hell? Why isn't the line moving?"
"I don't know it's always the same", Brian said. "Some fat kid sitting on Santa's lap taking all day."
What they didn't see was Peter sitting on Santa's lap giggling like a little boy.
"And I want a Charles in Charge lunchbox and I want a Magna-Doodle, and a new Uno game on account of I lost the draw two card, and I want a pet animal that's half chinchilla and half mink, 'cause it'd be really soft and I could call it "Chink" and that's okay."