Warning! I do not own family guy or any of its characters! Welcome back! I'd like to take the time to thank 6980085LMFAO, Vaunted Director, Emma Winter Frost aka Sierra, Saraphileas23, and Family Guy Fan writer 15 for their reviews. Now without further delay; chapter 9!

Lois was cleaning up the wreckage of the living room when Brian and Stewie got back to the house.

"Ah Brian, there you are." Lois pausing her efforts for a moment. "It looks like Peter made a mess of the house again. Unfortunately your brother's guitar got caught up in the destruction. I moved it into Stewie's room to keep it what's left of it out of harms way."

"I'll make sure to tell him that." Brian replied as he and Stewie quickly rushed up the stairs.

"All I want is just one day without someone wrecking the house." Lois reluctantly turned back to the mammoth task before her. "Come to think of it where is Peter?"

Unknown to Lois, Peter had locked himself in the basement in an effort to escape his Irish attacker. At the moment he was huddled in the corner of the basement rocking back and forth under the dim light of a single flickering bulb.

"You thought ya could stand between an Irishman and a booth at the bar….." The voice was barley a whisper and yet it cut through the silence like a knife. Peter quickly scanned the room but couldn't pinpoint the origin of the sound.

"You can have the booth!" Peter cried out in fear. "Just leave me alone!"

"Oh, it's too late for that…."The voice replied ominously.

"W… What do you mean it's too late?" Peter asked nervously. Above him a shadowy figure stood on top of a shelf. Without warning the figure leapt down onto Peter's back.

"Ah! I said I'm sorry! What more do you want!" Peter exclaimed as he flung the midget off his back. The Irishman rolled onto his feet and charge at Peter, knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover the Irishman held a knife to Peter's throat.

"Any last words?" He asked.

"Yah, could you reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I want to have one of those touching ends where the guy stares at a photo of his father while he dies."

"Uh…ok?"The Irishman attempted to reach into Peter's pocket without removing the knife but did not have the arm length. "Would you mind holding this for a moment?"

"Sure." Peter replied accepting the knife but he continued to hold it to his own throat. The Irishman began searching through Peter's back pockets.

"No, other pocket." Peter explained. "No, not that one either."

"What the hell man you have like three back pockets!"

"I like to keep my options open."

"That…that doesn't even make any sense!" The Irishman exclaimed. Finally he pulled out Peter's wallet. "Now take your wallet and find your stupid photo!"

"Jeez, some one's in a bad mood." Peter replied as he exchanged the knife for his wallet.

"Look it's nothing personal, it's just my wife's really been on my case lately you know?" The Irishman sighed as he began absent mindedly fiddling with the knife.

"Yah, my wife's the same way." Peter sympathized still looking for the photo. "She's always like 'Peter take the trash out' or 'Peter, did you remember to pick up milk on the way home?" and she wonders why I spend so much time at the Clam. At least there they don't yell at you for leaving the toilet seat up."

"I hear you there." The Irishman agreed before placing the knife against Peter's throat once more. "Well, I hate to rush things but I'm on a tight schedule."

"No, I totally understand." Peter replied as he finally pulled out the right photo. He held it at arms length. "Good bye father. I hope I made you proud."

As the Irish midget was about to slash Peter's throat he glanced at the photo. His eyes went wide at the image of Peter in the middle of a drinking contest with Mickey McFinnegan.

"Mickey McFinnegan is your father?" The Irishman asked suddenly nervous.

"Yah, so?" Peter was clearly confused by this turn of events.

"Your father is one of my closest friends." He explained as he put the knife away and helped Peter to his feet. "Ther…there's no need to tell him about any of this, is there?"

Peter noticed the man's desperation. "I've been meaning to give him a call for a while now..."

"Please! I'll do anything!" The Irishman begged as Peter pulled out his phone. "I'll pay for a round for you and your friends at the Clam!"

"You sir, make a very convincing argument." Peter replied setting his phone back in his pocket. As the duo walked up the stairs there was still one thing Peter had to ask. "Does this mean I can have my booth back?"

"No."

Meanwhile, upstairs with Stewie and Brian

Stewie and Brian were rummaging through his secret weapons room looking for anything that could aid them with in taking down Tom and his gang.

"What about this?" Brian asked picking up a high tech black rifle. Unfortunately his finger slipped onto the trigger.

"Get down!" Stewie exclaimed throwing himself to the floor as a red laser beam shot out the end of the rifle and began ricocheting around the room. It bounced off the walls before coming to a stop after colliding with a familiar black guitar case just outside the hidden door way.

"I'll just put this back where I found it." Brian sighed holding the blaster at arms length.

"Yah, you do that." Stewie scowled as Brian started sorting through more weapons leaving Stewie to clean up the damages caused by the beam. As he bent over to pick up a piece of debris, a piece of paper hanging out of a hole in the lining of the guitar case caught his eye. "Hello, what's this?"

Stewie's eye's widened in shock as he scanned the page.

"What's that?" Stewie turned to see Brian staring curiously at the paper in Stewie's hands. A belt of grenades and a side arm were strapped across Brian's waist.

"Nothing!" Stewie replied quickly hiding the paper behind his back. "You ready to save Ryan?"

Brian nodded and Stewie let the paper fall to the floor as the duo exited the room. In the dimming light one could just make out the first line of the page.

Last Will and Testament…

Sorry for the delay, things have been kind of crazy lately. Between school, tennis, preparations for college, and my co-worker backing into my dad's truck I haven't had time for much. I hope to update again soon. Thanks again to those who've reviewed and to those who've followed/ favorited. Thanks for reading!