Crazy fat woman
Helen was practily dragging Stewie back to the flat and he was still annoyed that his second attempt at escaping had failed.
"You are a very naughty boy" Helen grunted "perhaps another two hours in the closet will make you learn your lesson. No more running off."
"Shut up, bitch" Stewie replied, giving Helen a good kick on the ankle.
"THAT'S IT" Helen screamed "IT'S THREE HOURS IN THE CLOSET NOW YOUNG MAN." She grabbed Stewie by the back of his overall straps and carried him inside and flung him inside the dark closet again. Stewie started banging on the door and demanded to be let out.
"STOP THAT NOW OR I'LL LEAVE YOU IN THERE ALL NIGHT IF I HAVE TO" she shrieked.
"Bloody hell, she has a gob on her" Stewie muttered as he sat in the corner and picked up a tennis ball.
"Ha, why would she have a tennis ball, I bet she doesn't even play tennis,she's so fat, I bet she doesn't do any exercise. I bet she just sits on her fat backside all day, eating chocolate and chips." He started tossing the tennis ball up and down casually.
"My first two attempts to escape have failed, but third times a charm" he stated,putting on a plotting face.
"What if we never see him again, what if...."
"Lois,calm down, we'll find Stewie, we just gotta be patient" Peter informed.
"But what if it's too late" Lois replied, almost sobbing"what if?." She had broken down completly.
"Don't worry Lois, the police will catch the bastard or bitch who took Stewie" Peter reassured "we will see him again."
"Who do you think took him?" Chris asked.
"I've got a good idea who it might be" Peter informed.
"Who?" Brian asked.
"Micheal jackson" Peter replied. Everyone looked at him dumbfounded and Peter was getting confused.
"Never mind" he replied "I'm gonna get a pop-tart."
Stewie had been locked in the closet for almost two hours and he was getting bored.
"Ok, I need to beat the boredom" he said, thinking "I know, I'll think of ways I can destroy that whale woman." He closed his eyes and started thinking of ways to get rid of Helen so that he could escape.
"Oh yes, I could use that, uh huh" he said, nodding his head up and down. He had done too much thinking and ended up falling asleep.
Dave was cleaning around the kitchen and Helen was sat on the sofa, eating a large packet of oreos.
"Are you going to get off Your fat arse and help me, or are you just going to sit there and stuffing your fat face you pig" he yelled. Angry, Helen charged at him and bit him on the arm.
"Bitch" he snapped. Helen slapped him and kneed him in the groin.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A FAT PIG AGAIN, YOU HEAR" she growled. Dave nodded nervously and went into the bedroom to get something out of the closet. When he opened the door, he saw Stewie curled up in the corner, asleep.
"HELEN GET IN HERE NOW" he shouted. He had shouted so loud that Stewie had woke up, startled. It wasn't long before Helen had come in.
"What is this?" Dave demanded, gesturing to Stewie.
"It's a baby, stupid" Helen said, sarcasticly.
"I know it's a baby Helen, it's the baby you kidnapped from the goddamn toy store, I mean, why is he locked in the closet?" Dave demanded.
"I was teaching him a lesson, he was being a naughty baby so I think he needs to be punished" Helen replied, dragging Stewie out of the closet.
"Come on Helen, he's a baby, he doesn't understand" Dave said, but Helen slapped him and kicked him in the goolies.
"Ouch" said Stewie who had just witnessed everything "that had to hurt." Helen then grabbed Stewie by the wrist.
"You're going to bed, you monster" she snarled. She found an empty cardboard box and put him in.
"Now, go to sleep or so help me god, it won't be pretty" she said in a nasty voice.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked, standing with his arms folded and looking at her with a cocky manner " eat me?."
"Don't you give me that look mister, sleep."
"Whatever" replied Stewie as he layed down "but I will..." he had to stop mid-sentecne to yawn "I will" he couldn't finish his sentence because he had now dropped off. After Helen had gone to bed, Dave crept to the box were Stewie was sleeping and gently shook him to wake him up.
"Huh?" he asked, looking at Dave with a confused expression.
"Sssshhh" Dave said, putting his fingers to his lips "I'm getting you out of here, but we need to be quiet so Helen doesn't see."
"Thankgod" said Stewie as Dave lifted him out of the box and quietly crept to the door.
"Don't worry little guy" Dave whispered "I'll get you back to your mommy and daddy."
"I think not" cmae a voice from behind him. Dave slowly turned around and there stood Helen, with a pistol.
"Hand him over or die" she snarled.
