Epilogue
It was dark when the Smiths came home the next day. Francine turned on the light and gasped with the rest of her family. There were teenagers everywhere lying on the sofa and on the floor, most were girls. Playing on the radio was Katy Perry's Last Friday Night.
"What happened?" Francine wondered out loud. They saw Klaus, asleep in his bowl. Bottles of champagne were in his bowl with him and he had one in his fin.
"Klaus!" Stan said. The fish remained asleep. "Klaus!" Stan shut off the radio. "Klaus!" Klaus turned around, startled.
"I didn't do it officers!" He said, obviously drunk. "The cliché temptation that my family left me home all alone made me do it! I'm just an innocent goldfish! If you are going to take anyone to prison, take my family instead!"
"Klaus!" Stan repeated louder. The fish looked at them all.
"Francine and family!" He greeted. "So nice to see you!" He grinned and laughed nervously. "No hard feelings on the 'take my family instead?" The family just glared at him. Klaus sighed in defeat. He then changed the subject. "I haven't seen you guys since the 2nd, where were you?"
"Oh nothing much." Steve replied. "Just saved the President's daughter and got to spend Independence Day with her and her family."
"Oh, that's so wundabar! Here, you missed out on a kick- butt party! We saw the fireworks und everything! Stan looked around.
"We can see that. We can definitely see that." He looked back at the fish.
"I kissed like so many girls! And Francine, you're the next contestant. So get ready for a kiss you'll never forget." He swam to the surface and puckered his lips. "Come on Francine, kiss the fish, make a wish!"
"NO!" Francine snapped at him. "For the last time, no! I'm sick and tired of you trying to woo me. Stan's my husband and I'm married to him, kissing you would be wrong and gross; why can't you ever accept that?" Klaus sank back down and frowned.
"Because he's drunk." Steve told his mom.
"And he's Klaus." Roger added.
"We need to get rid of these teens." Stan told the fish.
"Fine." Klaus sighed. He woke them up. "Okay wake up everybody; party's over." They stood up and stretched and yawned.
"Already?" A blonde girl in a pigtail asked, who was on the sofa. She stood up, but because she was drunk, her feet wouldn't let her go where she wanted. "What time it is?" She collapsed in Roger's arms.
"There, there." He consoled. "I got you, you little angel." Roger smiled. "What's your name?"
"Tiffany."
"Well, 'little angel named Tiffany', don't worry; Roger's got you." Roger looked at Stan.
"Can't she stay?"
"No!" Stan told the alien. He then looked at the girl. "How old are you?"
"17." She answered. Stan narrowed his eyes again. He went to the door and opened it.
"Everybody out! Get out of my house! I don't care if you walk or drive, preferably walk considering you're all probably drunk, but just get out of my house!" Everybody walked out, even Tiffany. Roger teared up.
"Bye-bye little angel named Tiffany." He said. As everybody was leaving, Stan looked at Klaus, who smiled innocently.
"We'll talk about this later." A boy stopped just outside the doorway and looked at Stan.
"Uh, I left a wine bottle." He informed them. "Can I go back and get it?"
"No! You're lucky that I'm not going to report this to the police and have you and all of your friends in big trouble." Stan closed the door in his face.
He then smiled to himself. He still couldn't believe it. He met the President and his family on the forth of July! Nothing can spoil his mood. Not even this.