A/N: Here's my second chapter of Battle at Quahog.

Stewie's POV

Lois and Fatman were walking in. Fatman must've done something 'cause Lois was yelling at him.

"I didn't mean to do that, Lois," stated the Fatman, "how was I suppose to know that the hair on that man's head was actually hair and not a cat?"

"Peter," said Lois, "it's common sense."

"What's that?" he asked.

Lois sighed.

"Nevermind," she said.

Lois then turned to me.

"STEWIE!" she exclaimed, " What happened to your face?!"

"Nothing, Lois," I said, "I was just trying to imitate dad and I fell down the stairs."

"Go get a shower then go to bed." she said.

Ok this was ridiculous. I was thirteen. How much longer would Lois keep giving me orders? Now more than ever I remembered why I wanted to commit matricide. I just didn't want Lois giving me orders anymore. Yet it seemed no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to commit it yet. I just did what she said. Before I knew it I was asleep.

the next day

Stewie's POV

I was riding bikes with Susie Swanson, Joe Swanson's "little princess." She was only a year younger than me but she acted much younger.

"Stewie loves Olivia, Stewie loves Olivia!" she mocked.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed.

"Dang grumpy," she said, "what's wrong with you?"

"You are," I replied.

Susie smirked.

"Well at least I don't want to kill my mom like some people." she implied.

I quickly put my hand over her mouth.

"NO ONE!," I said, " and I repeat NO ONE must ever know that I want to do that to Lois! Do I make myself clear?"

Susie shook her head yes. I knew I was freaqking her out. She didn't realize that I could feel that though. As I pulled my hand away from her face I saw someone very familiar. He was chubby, had a footbaqll head like me, freckles, and red hair......BERTRAM! I suddenly realized. He walked my way.

"Well if it isn't Stewart Griffin," he said, "my number one nemesis."

"Hello Bertram." I said glaring at him.

He flicked my nose.

"Was that a flick on the nose or did a fly land on my nose?" I asked.

He gave me a crooked smile.

"If I were you, Griffin, I'd keep my mouth shut." he ssaid.

"Really?" I asked, " If I were youI'd be jumping off a building right about now."

He came closer.

"I'd watch what I'd say if I were you, Griffin," Bertram said, " I can do things. Things you couldn't even imagine."

"Ok," I said, "whatever you say."

I laughed.

"You'll be sorry, Griffin," he said. He walked off. Was he right? Could he do things I couldn't imagine? I didn't care. I got on my bike and I took Susie home. Little did I know what Bertram meant. Though one thing was for sure, I wasn't scared.