The next day Meg had to babysit Stewie and Chris.

"Now, Meg, you take care of Stewie and Chris while we're at the parent-teacher conference," said Lois.

Meg sighed, then called her new friend Lauren West.

"Hey, Meg!" said Lauren.

"Hi, Lauren," said Meg.

"What's up?" asked Lauren.

"Well, I have to babysit my younger brother Stewie," said Meg.

"What's wrong with that?" asked Lauren.

"Because he's my arch-nemesis now, that's why!" she said.

"Oh."

"Lauren, come on. I've heard of heroes with secret identities getting kidnapped while they're being normal people, and heroes having their vacations sabotaged by the bad guys trying to take over the world, or the beach, or whatever. But babysitting the bad guy? Think about it, Laurs. Did Katniss from the Hunger Games ever have to babysit President Snow? Did James Bond ever have to babysit Goldfinger? Did Doctor Who ever have to babysit The Master? Did-"

"Okay, okay, Meg, I get it," said Lauren. "Anyways, the protagonists you mentioned? All were probably a lot younger than their nemeses."

"That's not the point," said Meg.

"Whatever. Anyways, I have to babysit him, because my mom and dad are out on parent-teacher conferences."

"Oh god Meg. I see your point. Having to babysit your arch nemesis? Poor you."

"You said it."

"By the way, Lauren, your last name is West. Just like-"

"Mayor Adam West? Oh yes."

"He just so happens to be my uncle! Which makes you my…um…first-cousin once-removed."

"Um…no. He married your Aunt Carol long after I was born. He was actually married before and had a son but his wife, my grandmother, passed away several years before he married her. He actually did have a son, my dad, Adam West, Jr., and he changed his name to Burt West after Grandpa West started going crazy."

"Wow! That certainly explains a lot of-"

Meg was interrupted by Stewie calling people on her cell phone.

"STEWIE!" she screamed.

"And what might you be doing here?" said Stewie.

"Stewie, what the hell do you think you're doing?" said Meg.

"None of your business!" he screamed into her face.

Meg brushed it off and called up Jillian.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jillian! This is Meg."

"Hi, Meg! Didn't I use to date your dog?"

"Um….yeah?"

"Okay, so you know I'm just faking being stupid because I'm secretly being a spy for the government to take out Stewie. I was just dating Brian to get information."

"Okay then."

"By the way, Meg, I just thought of a superheroine name for you: Mighty Meg!"

She laughed, Meg just held the phone with a "what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you" kind of expression. (She forgot that Jillian was only feigning stupidity.)

"But seriously…never mind."

The next day at school was Jillian's first day at James Woods High School.

"I could never get past that name…" said Jillian.

"What did James Woods ever do to you? Or do you not like any of his movies?" said Meg.

"I just thought it would be strange to name a school after a famous actor!" said Jillian.

"Oh…right," said Meg.

Connie popped out of nowhere.

"And who might you be?" she asked Jillian.

"Jillian Russell," said Jillian.

"That's nice. However, if you ever want to be popular, you're going to have to stop hanging out with her." She pointed to Meg.

Meg looked like she was about to cry.

Jillian immediately stood up to Connie.

"Look, I may be a hot blonde but when the chips are down, Meg is still my friend!" said Jillian.

Meg's jaw dropped.

"Jillian…you don't have to do this."

"Why not? I'm your friend."

Meg didn't say anything. She just cried happy tears and hugged Jillian. Never in her life did she think any girl would give up popularity just to be her friend.

Halloween came by before the five girls knew it.

Meg suggested that they all dress up as characters from Sailor Moon, but Michelle said that they looked too similar, and that no of them would know they were dressing up.

"Good point," said Emily.

"Hey, I have an idea, how about the Spice Girls?" said Jillian.

"WHO?" said all five girls in unison.

"Why, the girl group of the 1990's, of course!"

All of them looked at her.

"What? I remember when they were popular. I was, like, 12!"

"Cool!" all five girls exclaimed.

She got out a copy of their Greatest Hits CD and played it for the girls.

"Cool!" said Emily.

"Awesome!" said Michelle.

"Wow!" said Meg.

"Sweet!" said Lauren.

"Okay, now, which girl would be which Spice Girl? I was born to be Baby Spice, of course, and Michelle can be Sporty, 'cause she's the athletic tomboy of the group. But what about Meg, Emily, or Lauren?"

"Isn't one of them-" said Lauren.

"Don't worry, we can work around that, Laurs," said Jillian.