"Oh my, I almost forgot something," Stewie said as he walked next door to the Halloween store. He came out wearing a clown mask. "There. Now no one can know it was me."
The store owner came running out as Stewie drove off. "Hey, you didn't pay for that. Oh, what's the use?"
Stewie stopped at an alley and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. He leaped across the rooftops until he came to the roof of the Drunken Clam. He looked down at the intersection and saw Lois in a car with Quagmire.
"Thanks again, Glen. It's not every day that you sprain your ankle while shopping at the market," Lois told Quagmire.
"No problem," He replied.
Stewie started to aim the already loaded gun. He pulled the trigger. "What? I missed? It can't be."
The bullet had hit a criminal mugging a nun. He died instantly. The nun looked up towards the sky. "Thank you," She said.
"Time for fire two," Stewie announced as reached into his pocket. "What? It's empty? Blast, a hole."
Quagmire's car started to head towards the Griffins' house.
"I have to get back home."