Chapter 5

Dave didn't know what to do. Helen was stood there,pointing a pistol at him.

"Helen,stop being a crazy bitch" Dave said as she still had the pistol aimed at them both.

"Give him back to me, now" she snarled angrily " or I'll shoot you." Dave gulped and Stewie jumped out of his arms and grabbed the pistol away from Helen and pointed it at her.

"And now, it is time for you to meet your end, bitch" he said,with the pistol aimed at Helen's face. She grinned evily and snatched the pistol away from him.

"You're too young to be playing with guns,NOW GET BACK IN YOUR BOX" she screamed.

"NO" Dave yelled at Helen, his face red with anger "THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH HELEN." Snarling like a wild animal, she smacked Dave round the face and he fell back and hit his head against the door, knocking him out cold as Stewie looked on horrified. Helen went to grab him but he started running away from her.

"COME HERE" she shrieked "COME HERE NOW." He ran around the flat for ages and found a hiding place in the spare bedroom.

"Damn, she always spoils everything" he muttered to himself "the four eyed stick man was helping me escape and she spoiled it. Everytime I try to escape, she spoils it, I'll need to think of another way to get out of here." He scanned the room until he saw a laptop layed in the corner of the room.

"Aha, my problems are solved" he said before walking over to the laptop and opening it up.

"If this has the internet on it, I could send a message to Brian on Facebook and tell him where I am" Stewie said as he switched it on to check if it had internet on it. Thankfully, it did.

"Oh I could kiss that poindexter " he declared before realising " perhaps not, because that will be gay. Now I must go on facebook and inform Brian of my whereabouts. Maybe I'll have a chance of getting out of here." Just as he was about to go onto facebook, the bedroom door burst open and Helen came storming in.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT LAPTOP" she barked, dragging him up from the floor by his wrist.

"Let go of me you fat cow" Stewie yelled, trying to hit her with his tiny fists. Helen dragged him away from the laptop and into his bed-box.

"NOW STAY IN THERE AND DON'T COME OUT UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN" she shrieked so loudly that Stewie's ears jumped.

"Good god woman, how loud can that gob of yours get?" he asked sarcasticly "I'll end up being death by the time you've finished with shouting. Oh my god, I'll probably end up like the greased up death guy."

Cue cutaway.

The greased up Death guy is running around a park yelling in his high pitched voice.

"I'm a running bird, I'm a running bird, you cannot catch me" he said while flapping his arms about. Stewie comes walking along only dressed in his diaper and covered in grease.

"You are not" he said in a high pitched voice, similiar to the greased up death guy's.

"I am" said the greased up death guy.

" No, you're not, you are an idiot" Stewie said in response.

"Don't make fun of me you baby" said the greased up death guy.

"Who are you calling a baby?."

"I'm sorry, wanna be friends?" asked the greased up death guy "we are both death and greased up, we could be the greased up death guys."

End cutaway.

"Woah,that's a disturbing thought" said Stewie "I musn't thing about it." Helen looked over at Dave who was still knocked out.

"I'll make sure that he doens't try and take my baby away from me again " she mumbled. She picked up the box where Stewie was still sat in and carried it into her bedroom.

"Oh now what is she doing?" he sighed in boredom. She opened the cupboard door and put the box inside.

"You'll be spending the night in here, if my husband thinks he can take you back where you belong he's got another thing coming" she told him in a calm but sinister manner. When she turned her back on him, Stewie gave her the bird.

"I believe this belongs to you, bitch."

Back at the Griffin's, Lois was staring at Stewie's empty crib, trying hard not to cry.

"You ok Lois?" asked Brian who had entered the room.

"I just want him back Brian " she replied "I just want my little Stewie back." She sank to her knees and hugged his teddy bear, Rupert. Brian walked at the side of her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"It's going to be ok Lois, the police will find him. You will have him back, I'm certain of it" he reassured her.

"He must really be scared, god knows what's happening to him this minute" she informed "I can't believe that someone would just take him like that. If Peter had been watching him like he was supposed to have done, none of this wouldn't have happened and I would still have my little Stewie. If the police don't find him soon, I might not see my baby again."