[The next morning, Wild West is back at his Ranch, the same way the story began, and is seen sleeping in his bed. The covers he has on his bed are barely covering him and the bed frame on the verge of collapsing. Compared to before where he was awakened by his rooster at 6 AM, he instead overslept the rooster and has an alarm set for him for 8 AM, which goes off right as we see him. He uses his fist to turn off the alarm, but his arm is so buffy with the newly added fat he ends up smashing the alarm. He wakes up and gets out of bed, with it showing him barely able to fit his regular sleep attire, takes his hat off his hat rack while scratching his ass as he walks out his room, getting stuck in the door frame but pushing out, leaving cracks in the space, and walks through the main foyer of his house, making loud clumping noises from his weight yet continuing as normal. He reaches the bathroom to pop out of his tight sleepwear and does his normal morning routine seen previously. Except it's done a little differently. When he showers, the scrubber he used previously for his back only he now also uses to clean his fat crevices. When he cleans his teeth, he tries to reach his toothbrush and toothpaste placed on his sink, but his fat stomach is in the way and he can't reach either. So he instead gets lazy and downs a ton a mouthwash he had in his cabinet, gargles and spits it out. He looks at the mirror to see his now chubbier self with a smile that has fading in yellow teeth.]
Wild West: Eh, good enough.
[When he's working out in his workout room, he's heard struggling. But not on some weights, but rather doing a simple sit up, as he's groaning and sweating madly. He manages to get one sit up in, before collapsing and calling quits. He wheezes as he pulls himself up]
Wild West: [wheezing] No... wonder they don't like to do exercise [pants] It's too rough with tubby bodies!
[When he gets cleaning his hat, he struggles to clean it due to his big stomach now getting in the way and not being able to be as precise as he was before. After a moment, he looks at his washing machine and sighs, as he throws the hat in there to wash it in]
Wild West: You win this round.
[As he dressed back in his cowboy attire, he struggles putting his blue pants on, as they make his legs feel tight, with or without doing it fully. And when he put his collar shirt on, he had a bigger struggle buttoning the shirt. Thinking for a second, Wild sucked his stomach in to button his shirt]
Wild West: I may be fatter, but I can still wear my clothes like a boss!
[...Until he stops holding his stomach in and lets it relax, with his shirt being stretched beyond its limit until all the buttons on his shirt popped, alarming him. And then his belt snapped, and pants ripped]
Wild West: Hmmm, maybe I do need some new clothes. That's the fourth pair I blown.
[It then panned to show Wild West's other pairs of clothes he failed to put on and ruined]
Wild West: I'll just go into Quahog and get something my size. Surely, they'll have something for me. [heads out the door but stops] But if I'm going out and I want this to be a secret until the big reveal [pans to the rack with the XXL black bathrobe Peter gave him], just to be safe.
[Wild then walks up to the rack and takes the robe to put on him to obscure his look, and for extra measures puts on some dark sunglasses, a bandana, some sandals and a different hat to look less like himself. He heads outside his ranch where he puts his fat fingers in his mouth to whistle for Ginger, but ends up making a couple of feeble attempts to whistle instead]
Wild West: Wha-? I can't whistle with these fat fingers and my fat cheeks! Curse you, obesity! [groans] No matter, I'll just get her myself.
[In Ginger's stable, she's seen sleeping until she hears a loud clumping sound, which startles her awake. It happens again, and again, and soon Wild West comes to see Ginger]
Wild West: Morning, Ginger. Sorry I couldn't whistle for you. Fingers are too fat. Listen, I need a ride from you to get into town.
[Wild climbs aboard Ginger, after struggling and flailing around, and Ginger immediately starts to feel his new weight, her legs shaking from the pounds]
Wild West: Ginger, away! [signals her forward, but after a while notices her not moving] I said, Ginger away?
[Ginger's legs give out and then collapses onto the ground from Wild West's weight, panting for air]
Wild West: Aww... I guess I'm too heavy for you, girl.
[Ginger whines in disappointment, but Wild scratches her in reassurance]
Wild West: Don't worry girl. You did the best you could. Go on ahead to Town Hall, [looks out to the sun] I'll find a way to get to town myself.
[Wild West's way to get to get to Quahog is by hitchhiking. He holds out his thumb with the sign "Need a Ride 2 Quahog" somewhere far from his ranch. However none of the cars stop to pick him up. With one car speeding past him not before throwing a can at his head]
Driver #1: Lose some weight, fat ass!
[Wild West rubs his head from the pain, grumbling until he gets an idea. He rewrites the sign to say "Gimme a ride or you all die" and tries again. With this time, a car immediately stops for him. straining himself, Wild squeezes into the back row of the car, with the car getting slightly unbalanced]
Driver #2: Uh... where to?
Wild West: To the Quahog Mall, good sir.
[The driver begins to drive off to Quahog. But while Wild is watching, he notices he's not buckled in. He reaches for the seatbelt, but his weight ends up tipping the car all the way over and off the road. With it tumbling into a nearby river. Afterwards, it then smash cuts to the driver taking Wild to a mobility dealership and kicking him out of his car before driving off. With the owner noticing Wild and walking up to him]
Wild West: Hi, where's the best model for a 388 lbs man?
[At the Quahog Mall, Wild West arrives in his new mobility scooter he bought at the dealership, driving around the mall looking for where the clothes area is. As he does this, he gets weird looks across the multiple citizens, even in the elevator, but pays no mind. When he reaches the third floor of the mall, he heads into a store called Fit for All and looks around to see the models of people of different sizes. From skinny people all the way to the really fat people wearing clothes that fit them, before encountering the owner of a nearby employee who's putting clothes on display]
Wild West: Excuse me, I'm looking for some new clothes that fit my size. Something that's not restrictive and feels loose to wear
Owner: New clothes, huh? What's your size, about a XL?
Wild West: No. A triple XL.
Owner: [lip smacks] Ah. I think you need to be directed to this section for clothing.
[The owner points to a section that has a sign that reads: "Really Fat People Clothing". Wild then was seen in a dressing room with the owner trying out some XXL shirts and pants, with him currently trying on a 4XL purple shirt, some XXL black pants and some tan shoes]
Owner: Sir, this'll be the best way to look and feel comfortable in your body. Most of our clients say this pack is the best type of clothing for people their size.
Wild West: They aren't kiddin'. I feel not tight in my clothes. I'll take a good five pairs.
[In line, Wild West is holding pairs of his XXL shirt and pants, sitting in his scooter in blissful ignorance, before a member of the clothing staff comes up to him and taps him on the shoulder]
Staff Member: Uh, sir? I think you should be over there.
[The member points to a line of very fat men in line for clothes, wheezing. With Wild getting on the line not before bumping into Change for a Buck - who just got off line and knocked down his clothes.]
Wild West: Oof! Sorry, sir.
Change for a Buck: [sighs] It's fine, happens too often. [as he gets his stuff, he looks up to see who bumped him] Say do I know you?
Wild West: [after a beat, pulls down his hat] No.
[As Wild scoots on the line, Buck can't help but raise an eyebrow. Later on, at the Mini-Mart, Wild comes up to Chris and Carl, who are at the counter, with items to buy]
Wild West: I'll take these normal chips to go. And don't worry about bags, [holds out his bag of clothes from Fit for All] just put them and the receipt in here.
Carl: Sir, that's a pack of spicy chips.
Wild West: [turns beat red in embarrassment] They are?! I thought they were normal chips. Hmm, maybe I should get some glasses.
Chris: I surprised it took this long to figure out, sir. We saw you bumping into multiple displays ealier.
[Chris points to the displays Wild accidentally knocked over in his poor eyesight. With cans, paper towels and all types of items being on the floor. Later on, Wild West is at an ophthalmologist, checking for prescriptions for glasses with the doctor]
Doctor: [while spinning the prescription wheel fast and talking fast] one two three four five six. Which one do you like?
Wild West: Uhhh... I don't know, they all kinda look the same. Mostly 'cause you moved too fast. Cou-Could you do it again and go a little slower?
Doctor: [spins the wheel a little slower and talks a little slower] one two three four five six.
Wild West: Man, I still didn't get a good look. Why are you going so fast?
Doctor: You asked for the fastest doctor in the building. And my motto is "Have a pair of glasses in ten minutes or less".
Wild West: Ah.
Doctor: Now do you need one more look?
Wild West: I guess I'll take number three. That one looked the best, I guess.
[Around the evening, Wild West scooters back to the NAAFP building for the meeting that's going on with his new thick round glasses and opens the door to see his local members, talking among themselves]
Peter: Hey guys, look it's Wild West!
Victor: So, how was your first full day being the Fat Wild?
Wild West: It was an interesting one. Most people gave me weird looks, I needed to get some glasses, [while feeling his tummy] and I got stuck in a few doors.
Peter: Well, for news, Todd didn't cough anything weird as of right now.
[Then Todd begins to cough out chickens]
Victor: Todd, we gotta talk, man.
[Soon then, Wild West began to feel guilty about himself]
Wild West: You know, I feel kind of bad, you guys. I think I might be a bit too big, and I think some people might not like the new obese me. And I'm worried about what my assistant will say to me.
Fat Guy #1: Aw, don't feel bad about yourself, Wild.
Fat Guy #2: Believe us, most people will complain to us about our weight all the time. Most times, they're just jealous about how
Wild West: Huh. I never really thought of it like that.
Fat Guy #3: Hey Peter, did you order food for us?
[A knock on the door is heard]
Delivery Person: Order for 20 burgers from McBurgertown?
Peter: Did I order food? What do you think I am, some kind of no food bringer?
[The next day, Wild West heads to Town Hall on his scooter late, due to him oversleeping, to see Ginger already "parked". Wild gives Ginger a smile back to give her reassurance as he parks his scooter, and the two go up to the entrance door. Wild opens one of the doors but can't get through due to his fat belly getting stuck in the small opening. He pushes his belly out, and then opens both of the doors to enter inside Town Hall. Then, after letting Ginger through, he slowly closes the doors and makes a dash for the restrooms to change into a pair of his clothes he bought. While he's doing that, his assistant Zephyr was impatiently tapping their foot in Mayor West's office while looking at their watch that reads: 5:30 PM]
Zephyr: Where the hell is Mayor West? He was supposed to be here a day ago! And on the one time he has tons paperwork to sign.
[Zephyr looks at the mayor's desk to see the piles upon piles of paperwork, all needing a signing. Zephyr then starts to get worried]
Zephyr: Maybe he's missing?
[The heavyset Wild comes through the doors to his office with his new attire and munching down some chips, with Ginger squeezing behind Wild]
Wild West: Call off the search party, partner.
Zephyr: [sigh] Mayor West, we've been over this. My pronouns are...
[Zephyr then stopped and frozen when they saw Wild's new look, and only stuttered in complete shock.]
Wild West: Thoughts?
[After a moment, Zephyr inhales before...]
Zephyr: Oh my God, Mayor West, what happened to you?! You've turned into a big ball of fat!
Wild West: I know! And I wear this fat!
[Zephyr walks up to Wild and starts to feel his new body]
Zephyr: You look a completely different person! What did you do in a day that caused this big of a blow up?!
Wild West: I signed up to be part of a fat group called the National Association of American Fat People, or NAAFP for short, and helped me gain this girth by gorging on hamburgers at McBurgertown. Boy, they make some really fat burgers.
Zephyr: I can't believe you done this to yourself Mr. West! You traded your good looks and handsome body for a chubby face and a - [touches Wild's belly and lifts his shirt to see it's real fat] fat belly. How much weight did you gain?
Wild West: I doubled by weight. So, about 390 pounds.
Zephyr: Oh no, dear this is bad. That's really bad! Look, don't worry sir. I'll set up an appointment with a liposuctionist for you to get that fat out and-
Wild West: Uh, no we can't do that, Zeps. If I do, I won't be able to use this for my permanent change.
Zephyr: Nonsense, there's a lot of people who I can hook you up with that can... Wait, you want to stay like this?
Wild West: Duh! This fat you see will give me the reception boost I need for being mayor.
Zephyr: But Wild, you have a good enough reception already.
Wild West: Mixed reception is not good reception. Besides, I've been fat for a day and I think being this way rocks! Sure, I can't reach for items I could've when I was thin, do workouts correctly, fit my old clothes, whistle, ride on my horse, have to ride on a scooter to get anywhere, can't see that well without glasses, get stuck in doors and need to sit on the toilet to take a piss instead of just standing up...
[Zephyr and Ginger glance at each other in disgust at the thought of what Wild said]
Wild West: But why would I wanna go back to being thin? I can go on faster lines, eat to my heart's content, and I kinda like having a different way to live my life. Plus, ... hhmph!
[Wild held his left fist on his mouth until...]
Wild West: BrrRRRUUUUUAAARRRrppphhh! I can be more loose on my gentlemen-ness. Most fat people don't even care about things like that.
[Zephyr and Ginger are completely disgusted by his lack of manners, and the fact his loud throaty burp smelled bad. With Zephyr and Ginger almost throwing up due to the smell, gaging]
Zephyr: Ignoring how disgusting you were, there's gotta be better ways to deal with this than destroying your body. Look, it's 5:30 and there's loads of paperwork needed to be signed by you. Why don't you take some time to sign some papers and rethink this over so-
Wild West: Wait, what did you say the time was?
Zephyr: Uh, 5:30?
Wild West: Aw crap, I'm late for my NAAFP meeting!
[Wild immediately dashed toward the doors and - still being used to his old body - uses the right door instead of both and gets his fat body stuck in the doorway and begins to struggle to get out, with Zephyr and Ginger glancing annoyed looks at each other that just say: "This man right now."]
Zephyr: Mayor West, you gotta snap out of this delusion of thinking being a sweat obese man will magically fix your reception.
[Wild continues to struggle to get out, and begins to start running to see if he can loosen out. Zephyr just simply opens the left door, which causes Wild to dash foward and smash into the nearby wall, leaving an imprint of his fat body]
Zephyr: Not to mention you're new lifestyle has costed you. Your hair's a mess, there's grease spots on your shirt and mustache, and you look almost as if you're out of breath!
Wild West: Zephyr, please. I'm perfect... [wheezes] ...fine.
[Ginger grumbles in disappointment at Wild's denial]
Zephyr: Ginger's right. You're in such poor state you couldn't even finish a sentence. And what about these papers?!
Wild West: There's a stamp in my desk that has my signature imprinted in it. Use black ink and choose for me. I'm going to see people who care about this new look.
[Wild leaves in a huff while Zephyr groans]
Zephyr: God, it's like I'm talking to an teenager. Except in this case, the teenager's a grown senior.
[Ginger looks at Zephyr with a sly look]
Zephyr: You know where the meeting ground is, right? [Ginger nods] And you have the sly idea I have too, right [Ginger nods back] Lead the way, Ginger!
[Zephyr and Ginger run off after him... only to return and get Wild's signature stamp]
Zephyr: Rrrright after these papers are filed.
[Zephyr then begins to speedrun filing papers, and thankfully we skip that through a scene transition that Zephyr riding on Ginger across Quahog looking for Wild]
Zephyr: So this is how it's like riding you, huh Ginger? I gotta say, I understand why Wild like riding on you so much.
[Ginger comes to a stop when she reaches the building where the NAAFP meetings are held]
Zephyr: Is this the place, girl?
[Ginger nods in approval, making Zephyr jump off and head inside with Ginger, where they hear music]
God's really flabby with an ass so wide.
[Zephyr and Ginger look around the rooms, looking for which room might be the room where the meeting is held]
His arms look like pillows with cake mix inside.
[The final room down the hall they head to is where the music is coming from at its highest volume]
God's man boobs are flabby and they hurt when he jogs.
[The two peak their heads through the door to see the members singing their group anthem as Wild watches them in awe]
And the back of God's neck looks like a pack of hot dogs.
Peter: And that's our group anthem, Mayor West!
Wild West: [taps his right index finger on his engulfed chin] Eh, it's good. But it's missing something. A good tune and a faster tempo.
[Wild pulls out his guitar from his tummy folds, with Zephyr and Ginger cringing at the thoughts of it being in there]
Zephyr: Gross.
[Back on the group, Wild is tuning the guitar and then plays a short test string to see if he can still play it with his fatter fingers, which he thankfully can]
Now let's try this from the top, with music and a little faster! One! Two! One, two three four!
[Wild strings and intro bit and after a good point, points to the group members to begin singing again at the tempo beat]
Stand up all fat men.
Stand up straight.
Stand up because no chair can hold your weight.
[As they continue to sing with the new music and tempo, Zephyr and Ginger move away from the situation and talk over the music]
Zephyr: God, this whole thing is really creepy. Not just Wild being into a fat group, but becoming one of the just irks me.
[Ginger neighs back to Zephyr]
Zephyr: I'm about as clueless to do as you, Ginger. I don't know what to say to him. I mean look at him...
[Cuts back to show Wild singing along with the NAAFP members in the new version of their anthem]
Zephyr: He's absolutely memorized by the group. It's like it opened something in him.
[Back on Zephyr and Ginger]
Zephyr (Continued): But we need to think of something. His reputation depends on this, and I have a feeling it'll crash and burn badly for Mayor West unless we do something. We just gotta use tough love.
[Ginger nods while giving a sort of "Hmph!" noise. After a few days pass, Wild enters Town Hall using both doors this time, with him eating a cheeseburger he bought from McBurgertown, alongside extra large fries and a large soda in his cart also bought from the fast food joint, and heads to his office, before being encountered by Adam West's ghost]
Adam West (as a Ghost): You are what you eat, huh cuz? I feel you, pal.
Wild West: What do you mean, cousin Adam? You look normal-
Adam West (as a Ghost): I once ate a guy, okay?! I was desperate!
[Wild then opens up to his office, with Adam disappearing]
Wild West: Hey Zeps, I was able to get my friends at the NAAFP to go around Quahog to hang flyers to promote my new change and work on the campaign. We're all planning on making this one of the biggest events in my career! Nay, my life!
[Wild stops speaking upon he sees a frowning Zephyr and Ginger, with the former sitting in his mayor chair with a paper]
Zephyr: Wild Wild West, we need to have a serious talk your future.
Wild West: Uh oh, full name. [gets out of his mobility chair and makes his way to the chair set up near his desk for him, with him sinking deep into it] Something up?
Zephyr: Now, Mr. West, let's quietly and calmly discuss the pros and cons of your... controversial plan, shall we?
Wild West: Well, Pro: I got a majority of people on my good side.
Zephyr: Con: You're endangering your health.
Wild West: Pro: I'm not as much of a depressed mess as I was a few days ago.
Zephyr: Con: You're setting a bad example for the citizens as mayor.
Wild West: Pro: My, uh, extra fat is keeping me warm.
Zephyr: Con: You're sweating like a pig and it's disgusting.
Wild West: Pro: Uh... um... I'm fat and proud?
Zephyr: Con: You're hygiene is declining. Con: You can't do simple tasks anymore, and Con: It's starting to affect your town rescues.
Cutaway #5
[Wild West is seen riding on his scooter when he hears...]
Woman: Help! Someone help me!
Wild West: Huh?
[Wild scooters over to see a woman in shark infested water]
Wild West: Don't worry! I'll save you! Now where's my lasso? I knew I put it somewhere in my folds. [reaches into his tummy folds to locate his lasso, but he pulls out a bag of Taco Bell] Not my lasso. [throws it aside and reaches again to pull out a donut] Not my lasso. [tosses the donut in his mouth and reaches again to pull out a miniature guy, wheezing from being stuck inside] Hey, I don't remember you being in there. How long have you been in there?
Mini Man: Three days!
[The miniature guy jumps off Wild's hand and leaves, with Wild reaching in his folds one more time and finally finding his lasso]
Wild West: There's my lasso! [looks down to throw his lasso to save the woman, only to see she was eaten already, with a bloody pool around the water where she were and some rips of her clothes being all that's left] Whoops.
[Wild looks to his sides before putting the lasso back in his folds and humming innocently, as he drives off]
End
Wild West: Pro: Uh...
Zephyr: Con: My and Ginger are having a hard time looking at you the same way we used to. Like, [pulls out a mini mirror and places it close to Mayor West's face] take a good look at yourself, Wild West. What have you become?
[Wild takes a long look at the mirror and starts to feel himself. His chubby face, his fat belly, and even his messy hair]
Wild West: I see your point, Zephyr.
Zephyr: Thank you.
Wild West: You're trying to get me to quit this stunt 'cause you're jealous of me.
Zephyr: Wait, what? J-Jealous?! Wild, this meeting was done because we're worried about your health and the possible damage this will do to your reputation! If you go out and reveal this look to the world, everyone will think you're joke. Which is why we want you to quit this before it's too late.
Wild West: Oh, no. I see how it is. You don't have the same faith I do in this stunt, and are afraid of change and want the old me back. Well lemme tell 'ya why. This belly is my ticket to better reception. And nobody's gonna take it away from me! Not even you two!
Zephyr: Wild, you won't get any good from this stunt! You'll be known as a waste of a mayor!
[Ginger snorts and Wild gasps in utter shock of his close allies and that shock turns into anger]
Wild West: [coldly] You two... that take back... NOW.
Zephyr: No. Never. Not until my real mayor comes back.
Wild West: [squints his eyes in an angry manner and continues his cold demeanor] You two, get out. [to Zephyr] You're fired, and [to Ginger] you're disowned!
[Zephyr and Ginger were agast by what Wild told them. The two people who were his close companions he outright threw out without a single thought. Wild then puts a cardboard box on his desk]
Wild West: Pack up whatever you need and get out! I don't need either of you two! I got the fat guys!
[Wild storms to his mobility scooter and begins to scoot off to the door]
Zephyr: This isn't like you, Wild. The real Wild would never fire his close companions. What happened to that Wild West we knew and loved?
Wild West: I'll tell ya two what happened: He's dead. Just like our relationship!
[Wild slams the door on his way out, leaving his ex-partners to pack up. While Zephyr didn't have anything to pack, they did sees a photo frame on Wild's desk and decides to leave a "farewell note". They grab a nearby pen and wrote: "Goodbye forever, dick!" in big letters on the glass. They then went up to the now homeless Ginger and they gave her a good neck scratch and escorted her out]
Zephyr: Don't worry, Ginger. I'll be your new owner. We don't need that fat jackass! [Ginger glares at them] Not to be rude [smiles a tad embarrassed]
[It then cut to the big reveal night at Town Hall and about everyone in town came to see it (or well, most of the background characters in the show). Behind the curtain is obscuring Wild West and the NAAFP members working to make it as big as possible, with Wild]
Fat Guy #1: Two minutes until showtime, everybody!
[Peter and Wild peeked through the curtains]
Peter: Big house tonight.
Wild West: Yeah...
Peter: Now remember. This moment may seem a little smaller, but we're currently live on TV, and websites! The current statistics show that we're currently the most watched thing on tonight.
Wild West: Huh, wonder what those people watching at home think.
[Meanwhile, it showed the normal people watching the announcement. At the Swanson house, Chris and Cleveland Junior were on the middle and right side of the living room couch, getting pumped for the announcement. Kevin is on the left side, bored out of his mind and having a wine bottle in his right hand]
Chris: Are you excited to see what Mr. West's new look will be, Kevin?
Kevin: [deadpan] No.
Junior: Are you even semi-interested about Mayor West?
Kevin: Not really.
Chris: Then why did you want to watch the live announcement?
Kevin: Because there's nothing good on TV otherwise and I forgot the password to our streaming service.
Chris/Junior: Ah.
[It then showed Stan, Meg and Lou at Spinazola Apartments, watching the announcement]
Meg: What do you think Mayor West will reveal at the big announcement, Dad?
Lou: Maybe reveal what he looks like without makeup?
Stan: [groans] Lou, we all know he doesn't wear makeup.
Lou: Then question why he looks so good in his 70's?!
[At the PansexuWhale, Carol's Polyarmous Husbands are currently talking about the same conversation]
Henry: Maybe he'll come out as a bisexual?
Hennesey: Ha! Doubt it.
[Then it cut to Chateau Stewmont, Stewie's treehouse he built in "The Munchurian Candidate", where Stewie, Hudson and Rallo were seen on the couch, talking about - you guessed it - the same conversation]
Hudson: Maybe he'll reveal he got a new kid?
Stewie: If he had one, he would have been seen with one prior.
Rallo: Plus, with his age, highly doubt he would have any of that left in him to produce another child.
[At the House of Brew's, the Coffee Shop Girls (Lois, Bonnie, Donna, and Elle) are looking upon the high TVs to see the announcement, with now one minute left]
Lois: Here it comes, girls! In just one minute, Mayor West will reveal his new look! Aah! This is so exciting!
Bonnie: What's your predictions on what his new look will be?
Elle: I've heard, I heard, it involves something with... fat! [laughs]
Donna: Seriously, who is this bitch and why is she hangin' around our friend circle?
[Finally, at the Drunken Clam, Change for a Buck is talking to his friends Dr. Hartman and Seamus about the c
Dr. Hartman: What? Now way.
Change for a Buck: Yes way! I saw him at the mall a few days ago on a scooter. He bumped into me and knew that mustache he was hiding in a heartbeat.
Seamus: Yarr. Ye tell the most outlandish stories, Bucky!
Change for a Buck: NO, I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! I KNOW IT WAS HIM! And you're one to talk with your stories, Seamus! It's like every time you have a new story for how you lost your limbs.
[The group's then shut up by the Beer Bar Buddies - missing Peter - Quagmire, Joe and Cleveland]
Joe: Shut up! We heard you guys from four booths down!
Quagmire: Dammit, we're trying to hear the TV!
Cleveland: The meeting's about to start anyways.
[Cleveland points to the TV's at the Clam, with it then panning to show the stage of Town Hall and Peter coming up to the podium]
Peter: Evening, citizens of Quahog. As you all have seen from adverts, Mayor West is going to be undergoing a new. So are you all ready to see him?
[The crowd cheers]
Peter: I can't hear you!
[The crowd cheers even louder]
Peter: No, I seriously can't hear you, [starts picking inside his ear] I think I have wax in my ears. But, from your looks I can see you're all ready to see him. So without further ado, Heeeere's your new mayor!
[Peter moves away from the curtains and Wild West comes through them to reveal his new fat look to the citizens and the whole television world]
Wild West: Ta-daaaa!
[The entire crowd in an instant, gets slack jawed at what they see. The Beer Bar Buddies and Buck's friend group - minus Buck - literally spit their drinks out]
Change for a Buck: HA! I knew it!
[The Coffee Shop Girls do the same spit take with their coffees]
Bonnie: Oh my God.
Donna: What the fuck did he do to himself?
[Back on Wild]
Wild West: Presenting my new look.
[Both groups at the Swanson house and the Chateau Stewmont are slack jawed while Wild West continues on the TV]
Wild West: [off-screen] I've been examining the negative results from our Mayor Inspection Day, and I decided to adapt to the most negative crowd and change my appearance to meet them halfway.
[At Channel 5 News, everyone is looking just dumbfounded at what they're all seeing]
Wild West: [off-screen] Though I'm sure you all will enjoy the new appearance look as I do...
Joyce: Holy shit, look at that stomach, it's got fold in them.
Tricia: Joyce, I've seen better stomachs in older men.
Ollie: MAN'S FAT!
Tom: Say, Joyce, can I borrow you Mace?
[Joyce shrugs and hands it to Tom, who aims the Mace at his eyes and starts to spray]
Tom: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! [after spraying for a good while, he gets it to where he can't see Wild's new look anymore] That's better.
[Cuts back to Wild at Town Hall]
Wild West: And I assure that this change will be met with great positivity from all of you.
[Smash cuts to Wild reading feedback letters a day or so later at his office, with a shocked look on his face]
Wild West: My reputation's gotten worse?!
[A rock is thrown at his window from behind, which Wild turns to and opens, which reveals that the one who threw the rock was his ex-assistant Zephyr riding on his ex-pet horse Ginger]
Zephyr: Hey, Mayor! How's your reputation lookin'? You must be really doing well after you dumped us!
[Zephyr and Ginger laugh as they ride off and leave a disappointed Wild]
And scene!
In the final act, Wild West will suffer the backlash and have a full on town riot over his new look. Don't forget to review, favorite and follow if you're liking the story so far.