What's Been Going On Within Two Months
by LDEJRuff
Chapter 9 - Thanksgiving
Halloween had come and gone, and it was Thanksgiving at the Griffin house. The Griffins, sans Peter, were having dinner in the dining room.
"Well, kids," Lois began, "Happy Thanksgiving."
"I wish Dad was here," Meg hoped.
"Meg, could you zip up your fly?" Lois requested. "It's getting kinda wafty in here."
Suddenly, the family began hearing Peter strumming his guitar and singing "I Can't Poop in Strange Places" outside the front lawn.
"Peter?" Lois wondered.
"What the hell?" Brian wondered.
"Dad?" Chris wondered.
"Oh, boy," Lois said, worried. She continued to a brown-haired man she hired as her paramour, "Larry, you gotta get out of here."
"It's been a wonderful two months," Larry said to Lois. He continued, this time, to Meg, "Meg, you keep painting." With that, he went out the window and ran off.
The family went outside when to their surprise, they see Peter sadly playing his guitar, while regretting leaving his family behind.
"Peter," Lois interrupted, "what are you doing here?"
"Me and Quagmire kind of had a falling out," Peter answered. "And after that, I-I realized I... Meg, can you please stop stuffing your face for two seconds?"
Meg did so.
"Look," Peter continued, "I'm sorry for being a jerk, and letting a little fame go to my head."
"What did I tell you?" Brian said, crossing his arms.
"Thanks, Brian," Peter began, "I don't need an interpreter. I just hope you guys can forgive me."
"Oh, Peter," said Lois, hugging her husband.
Peter replied, kissing Lois, "I missed you so much."
"Oh, we missed you, too," Lois replied. "But I understand: you had to go chase your dream, and a part of me is glad you did. But now I'm just happy that you're home."
As Peter and Lois hugged, the rest of the family got closer.
"Welcome home, Dad!" Meg said.
"So, did you get a lot of trim on the road, Dad?" asked Chris.
"Chris," Peter answered, "that's inappropriate."
The rest of the family joined in for a group hug.
"Hey, you got room for another?" the Griffins heard Quagmire ask.
Peter turned his head in surprise. "Quagmire?" he wondered. "I thought you were still out on the road."
"I was," Quagmire answered. "But then I thought, what was Simon without Garfunkel?"
"Wildly successful?" Peter answered in the form of a question.
"Yeah," Quagmire replied. "But all that success would mean nothing if I lost my best friend. Do you do you think you can forgive me?"
Peter happily answered, "Oh, Quagmire."
"Well," Lois began, "I'm glad to have you back home for Thanksgiving, Peter."
"And I'm glad to be here," Peter replied, "'cuz everyone knows that life after being famous is even better than it was before. Let me just grab my stuff off the bus."
And with that, Peter went to his bus.
"Well, Brian," Stewie began, "it's good that the family is whole again. Mostly whole, actually. I'm just sorry New Brian had to miss this."
"Don't worry, Stewie," Brian assured. "I'm sure he's spending a wonderful Thanksgiving with Jasper and Ricardo."
"Oh, my God," Stewie said, noticing something in the bus. "Did the fat man just shoot himself?"
"I'm sure he'll be fine, Stewie," Brian said. "He may need to be hospitalized, first, because I know he'll survive."
The End