A/N: Sooo, this took longer than I wanted. Was planning to get this on the 26th, but as you can see, took way longer than that. Apologies as I was trying to work out the Peter plot. Turns out the plot I choosed ended up being the harder plots I've wrote lol.
But let's ignore that and get into what your all here for: the story!
EXT. GRIFFINS' FRONT YARD - DAY
Lois, Thelma and Babs come out of the house with boxes of beer cans and bottles to dump in the garbage. Peter and Francis pull up to the driveway and come out with two five-gallon beer bottles.
FRANCIS: Welp, got all the beer stashed down in the boy's office. Way more than thought.
INT. PETER'S OFFICE - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Peter and Francis fill a five gallon bottle full of beer via tap. The bottle's currently nearing the top.
FRANCIS: Damn Peter, how much beer is down here?!
PETER: I don't remember. This stash's been kept for a while.
EXT. GRIFFINS' FRONT YARD - DAY (BACK TO PRESENT)
BABS: And we got the beer stashed in the living room, den, kitchen, basement...
Chris and Brian exit the house with bags of beer.
CHRIS: Hey, Dad, we got the beer under the bed like you told me. Any other beer staches left?
PETER: (CALLING OFF) There's a box of beer up in the attic.
Carter pops out another window holding a box with the label "DON'T OPEN".
CARTER: Is this it? It has Griffin's handwriting.
PETER: Yeah, that's it. But be careful, the box is-
A taser sound and Carter's screams are heard.
PETER: -Rigged with tasers.
LOIS: Gotta say Peter, I'm actually impressed you're sticking to this.
PETER: Lois, this drinking scare is different from other things I've done. This is personal. And if drinking caused this, I'm quitting it entirely.
Peter exits. Brian turns to Lois.
BRIAN: I'd still keep close eye on Peter. He's known for not being the best with keeping vows. Remember when he vowed to lose weight?
INT. GRIFFINS' LIVING ROOM - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Lois, Brian, Chris, Meg and Stewie are on the sofa as Peter enters surprisingly skinny, wearing a girdle underneath.
PETER : Family, I've successfully lost all my weight! (GIRDLE GIVES WAY) Most of it. (GIRDLE GIVES WAY MORE) Half of it. (GIRDLE GIVES WAY MORE) Some of it? (GIRDLE BREAKS; DEFEATED) Forget I came into the room.
EXT./ESTB. GOLDMAN'S PHARMACY - DAY
INT. GOLDMAN'S PHARMACY - DAY
Mort is at the cash register when he sees Meg dragging his son inside.
MEG: Excuse Mr. Goldman, do you have anything for situations where you're stuck with someone's braces? Something that can be used quickly?
MORT: Oh, the classic getting stuck together. As a matter of fact, I do have some lubricant in the back that can help. Be right back.
Mort exits back. While Meg and Neil wait, Doug and Scott notice them and start laughing at them.
SCOTT: See Doug? There's the two nerd birds.
NEIL: We got our braces stuck together because Meg wanted to kiss me.
MEG: Shut up! No I don't! I can't stand him!
NEIL: She's just playing hard to get.
A photo snap is heard, with Doug taking a picture of the two on his camera.
DOUG: C'mon Scott! Let's make copies of this and spread them around the school!
Doug and Scott run off laughing. Mort returns with a can of lubricant.
MORT: I'm back with lubrican-Whoop!
Mort's fingers slip and drop the can, breaking it open. Neil holds back a snicker while Meg looks horrified.
MEG: AAAHH! NO!
MORT: Sorry. I'm a butterfinger.
MEG: Please tell me you have another one back there!
MORT: No, I'm sorry, that was the only one I had. I'll have to order another one. It will take a few days to deliver here.
NEIL: I don't mind, dad.
MEG: (GROAN) Why me?
NEIL: Because it's destiny, my dear.
Meg growls.
EXT./ESTB. DRUNKEN CLAM - NIGHT
INT. DRUNKEN CLAM - SAME
Horace uses a beer pitcher to refill Quagmire, Cleveland and Joe's jugs. Peter enters the beer looking stiffened.
HORACE: Oh, there you are, Peter. We were gettin' worried 'bout ya. I'll start ya up with a beer on the house.
PETER: Don't bother, Horace. I came here to announce something important: I'm quitting drinking.
Quagmire, Cleveland and Joe spit their drinks in shock, while Horace drops his beer pitcher.
HORACE/QUAGMIRE/CLEVELAND: Quitting drinking?!
QUAGMIRE: Peter, you've been drinking with us for years! At this point you are the model of drinking!
HORACE: Yeah! Plus, you're my most valued customer.
PAN TO a wall with a plaque that has a photo of Peter and text underneath saying " MOST PAYING CUSTOMER Paying Customer" . BACK ON Peter and the others.
PETER: I know, but, with my drinking binge getting my family hurt, I just feel it's best to cut myself off from drinking.
JOE: Well, I think it's admirable for you to try to quit drinking. It's nothing but trouble.
CLEVELAND: Joe, Peter couldn't go a day without drinking, I doubt he'll last the rest of his life.
PETER: The hell're you talkin' about? I can so go about my life without drinking anymore.
HORACE: Can't you at least have one more beer for old times sake?
PETER: Eh, I guess one beer couldn't hurt.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. GRIFFINS' HOUSE - NEXT MORNING
Peter slowly wakes up and rubs his head.
PETER: Ugh...what did I do last night?
PAN OUT TO reveal Peter's on the roof in nothing but his underwear. His family looks upon him disappointed.
BRIAN : (SARCASTIC) Wow, he broke his vow? Who saw this coming? Me.
PETER (O.S.): It's just a slight relapse! I'm still laying off drinking.
EXT./ESTB. HAPPY-GO-LUCKY TOY FACT. - DAY
INT. PETER'S OFFICE - DAY
Peter does 360s in his office chair.
PETER: I don't see what the others are talkin' about with me not being able to live without beer.
Mr. Weed enters.
WEED: Peter, I got an important job for you. I need you to...Mr. Weed turns into a beer bottle that apparently talks gibberish.
WEED: Got it?PETER: (RUBS HIS EYES) Sorry, Mr. Weed. Can ya run that by me again?
WEED: Sure, I said I'm worried that…Mr. Weed turns into a beer bottle again. He turns back into himself after he stops talking.
PETER: Okay, there's something I'm just not getting. Can ya just write it down on a notepad?
Mr. Weed groans and writes on a note that he slaps on Peter's forehead and exits. Peter takes the note and reads it, but the note says: "Beer Beer Beer Beer Beer Beer".
PETER: Dah! (RIPS THE NOTE) What is this telling me?!
EXT./ESTB. GRIFFINS' HOUSE - DUSK
INT. GRIFFINS' LIVING ROOM - SAME
Peter enters inside, ignoring Meg and Neil on the sofa. Meg's talking to Patty and Beth on the house phone, in a three-way split screen.
PATTY: Meg, come on! We can't miss the new Luke Perry movie.
MEG: No way I'm going. If I do, I feel I might get some... unwanted attention.
BETH: You mean by being with Neil?
MEG: How'd you know that?!
NEIL: (INTO PHONE) Hello, Patty. Guess who's now my girlfriend?
Meg angrily glares at Neil, who keeps a grin.
INT. GRIFFINS' KITCHEN - DUSK
Thelma smokes a cigarette while Lois prepares Stewie's light supper. She dumps some apple sauce in a bowl, then sprinkles cinnamon on it as Stewie watches, suspicious. She brings the bowl over to him.
STEWIE: I saw that! You put something in there!
He pushes it off, which Lois catches in time before it hits the floor.
LOIS: Honey, it's just cinnamon.
STEWIE: Thank you, but I'd prefer my apple sauce without arsenic – oh, I'm sorry, (MAKING AIR QUOTES) "cinnamon," is it?
Peter walks nearby the doorframe.
THELMA: Welcome home, Petey. How was your first day off the beer?
PETER: Uh, fine, cool. Very cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool (DEEP BREATH) Cool.
Peter stumbles out.
STEWIE: Am I the only one who sees that the Fat Man's having withdrawel?
INT. GRIFFINS' DEN/GRIFFIN'S LIVING ROOM - NEXT DAY
TITLE CARD: THE NEXT DAY...
Francis and Brian are in the den talking.
BRIAN: I'm telling you. Hillary Clinton could be the next president.
FRANCIS: Oh, bite me dog. She's such a whor-
Francis stops.
BRIAN: She's such a what, Franci-?
FRANCIS: Shut up. Listen.
Francis pulls Brian's ears up, and makes him notice the sound too. They look to the living room and see Peter on the sofa with a lighter and a crack pipe. They approach Peter.
BRIAN: Peter, what are you doing?
PETER: Crack.
BRIAN: (BEAT) Oh, okay.
FRANCIS: Yeah, normal Peter behavior.
The two head back to the den, but after a small BEAT, come back out.
FRANCIS/BRIAN : Wait, what the FUCK?!
PETER: Hey, at least I'm not drinking anymore. Plus it stops me from seeing visions of beer everywhere I go.
BRIAN: Yeah, this isn't exactly a good substitute...
FRANCIS : Screw substitute. Where the hell you'd get crack from?!
PETER: From Cleveland.
FRANCIS/BRIAN: What?
PETER: Yeah, right behind Cleveland's Deli. There was a white guy selling it.
BRIAN: Wha- Give me that! (TAKES IT) There's no way on our watch you're getting this crack!
PETER: All right, Brian.
FRANCIS: Good. And we'll make sure this doesn't get anywhere close to ya.
INT. GRIFFINS' DEN - A LITTLE LATER
Brian and Francis are seen sleeping. Peter quietly sneaks in and gets his crack pipe to light up. A musical sting suggests trouble on the way.
INT. GRIFFINS' BATHROOM/MEG'S BEDROOM - DUSK
Meg sneaks into the bathroom, dragging Neil with her. She's trying to get a piece of food stuck in her braces by picking it with a toothpick.
MEG: These stupid braces! How can a single piece of food be this much trouble with them on?!
NEIL: No worries, I can help you with that.
Neil takes some floss and after putting it around the area and flossing a little, the food pops out.
MEG: Wow, thanks a lot, Neil. I appreciate it. (GASP)
NEIL: You're very much welcome, my dear–-
Meg covers Neil's mouth and rushes back to her room.
NEIL : Woah, Meg, you wanna get busy? And I thought I took big swings!
MEG: Shut up. Nobody should know I said that, Neil. They'll never let me live it down.
Lois, Thelma and Stewie break down the door of her room, from leaning on it, revealing that they were listening in.
MEG: You guys were spying on us?!
LOIS: Uh... no, honey. We're, uh, illusions.
STEWIE: That's really the best excuse? Why not just say at that point we've died and become ghosts?
MEG: God, is there anyone else that has been spying on us?
Chris then falls through the ceiling.
CHRIS: I wasn't listening to you in the attic!
MEG: GET OUT OF MY ROOM!
CHRIS: Okay!
Chris then proceeds to slam through the wall.
INT. GRIFFINS' DEN/GRIFFINS' LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Brian wakes up from his nap, and finds the crack pipe in Francis' hand is gone.
BRIAN: (SHAKING FRANCIS) Francis, Francis wake up!
FRANCIS: Ah! Why did you do that, woman? I was just geten' to the good bit of my dream.
BRIAN: Look!
Brian points to Francis' empty hand and gets him to see the missing pipe. Worried, the two run out to the living room.
BRIAN : Peter, you okay bud... OH MY GOD!
PAN TO Peter holding a sofa pillow under the crack influence. Lois and Thelma are comforting him.
PETER: Guv'ment came and took my baby!
THELMA: Francis, why is our boy in a crack induced state?
FRANCIS: Hey, I didn't think he would sneak and grab the crack pipe I took from him and kept in open arms.
LOIS : So, rather than throw away the crack pipe or something else, you decided to hold on your person and thought it wouldn't backfire?
PETER: My baby... My baby...
THELMA: Shhh-hhh, it's okay. Everything will be okay, Petey.
BRIAN: But at least he'll know not to do crack anymore, due to its side effects.
FLIP TO:
INT. GRIFFINS' DINING ROOM - NIGHT
TIMECARD - TWO WEEKS LATER
The family was having dinner. Meg is still stuck with Neil.
NEIL: You know, Meg, the two of us spending a lot of time together? It's like we're already married.
MEG: We are NOT married, Neil! Stop acting like we are!
NEIL: But we can be. Now that we are together in every sense of the word.
MEG: Neil, I need you to know that this is a nightmare.
Suddenly they hear laughter, coming from Chris.
CHRIS: (SINGING) Neil and Megan, sittin in a tree! K-I-S-S... Um, E-N-G! Or was I-N-G?
Meg leaves annoyed, with Neil following of course.
STEWIE: (TO CHRIS) You know, that geek is possibly the only guy who loves that girl and yet she won't even give him the time of day.
CHRIS: Yeah, I don't see why Meg doesn't just settle with him already.
A puff cloud comes near Chris and causes him to cough.
CHRIS: Dad, can you not smoke at the table?
PAN TO Peter smoking a cigarette. Brian and Lois look unamused.
PETER: Ehh, I don't really feel like it.
BRIAN: I can't believe Peter's smoking. I mean I thought he'd learn his lesson from using crack as a substance.
PETER: Girl, you major wack for thinking me quitting one substance would help.
LOUD BANGS are heard. Soon, Francis and Thelma enter pissed.
THELMA: Alright Peter, give me back my cigarettes!
BRIAN: Wait, Peter did you steal cigarettes?!
PETER: Uh, these cigarettes aren't yours, Ma. They're mine.
THELMA: They're yours, huh? Then how come its my usual El Dorado brand cigarettes and it has my name written on it?
PETER: Huh? Uh, I think it was there when I bought it. (BEAT) Wait, you write your name on the cigarette boxes you buy?
FRANCIS: Thelms does it to clear confusion from who's cigarettes are whos. And catch our disobedient son in the act!
Peter smiles nervously as Thelma swipes back her cigarettes.
LOIS: Okay, that's it Peter! When you were doing crack, fine. When you were smoking weed, whatever. When you were making meth in the kitchen, I tried not to judge, but this , this crossed the line.
STEWIE: I think he crossed the line when making meth. This feels so minor then making meth.
BRIAN: Look, doing other substances won't help you stop drinking. You need to get to the heart of why you feel the need to drink to begin with. So I penciled you an appointment with my therapist tomorrow.
FRANCIS: Or ya can go to confession. But I don't think Father Bob would want to take you after what you did last week at Church.
INT. HOLY CHRIST CHURCH - MORNING (FLASHBACK)
The whole room is billowing with smoke and the crowd and Father Bob are coughing wildly.
FATHER BOB: This heathen air (COUGH) is affecting the house of God! (COUGHS) What kind of sinful (WEEZE) madman is behind this?!
CUT TO Peter smoking weed, while the family (minus Meg) hold their noses in.
PETER: (STONED) Hey man, if he didn't want me to smoke, he shoulda put a sign up front.
EXT./ESTB. QUAHOG MEDICAL CENTER - DAY (BACK TO PRESENT)
INT. DR. KAPLAN'S ROOM - SAME
Peter lays on the couch next to DR. KAPLAN, who's taking notes
PETER: Thanks for allowing me to use you, Mr. Kaplan, seeing you're usually for Brian. I just hope you can fix me.
DR. KAPLAN: Son, you're talking to someone who's done this for forty years and not once failed a case. Now, most cases of addictions stem from childhood trauma. What I need you to do is close your eyes and go deep in your mind.
Peter closes his eyes.
PETER: Yeah, I'm getting something.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. PETER'S MIND
Peter appears as a hologram ala Star Wars style. Dr. Kaplan appears soon after.
PETER: Mr. Kaplan? What are you doing in my mind?
DR. KAPLAN: Hey, you imagined me in. I'm just speaking right to you.
PETER: Huh. So how do we find my memories? Is there some sorta database?
A file cabinet pops up next to him.
PETER: Woah! How'd that happen?!
DR. KAPLAN: (CHUCKLE) It's your mind! Anything goes here.
Peter and Dr. Kaplan go through the database's top drawer labeled "CHILDHOOD" and pull out folders.
PETER: Wow, does this go deep. First ball games, first TV watchings, first friends, and look, first beer.
DR. KAPLAN: Peter, that must be your first case of drinking. Open it.
Peter opens the folder, which transports him and Kaplan inside.
INT. PETER'S CHILDHOOD HOME - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Peter and Dr. Kaplan fade in Ala ghost style into his old house.
PETER: It's my childhood home! What am I doing here?
DR. KAPLAN: This seems to be the earliest record your mind has of you drinking. And look, there seems to be you now.
A six year old Peter walks across the house, holding his mouth and looking in pain. He taps a middle-aged Thelma, completely drunk on whiskey bottles near a table.
YOUNG PETER: Mama, my tooth hurts.
THELMA: (DRUNK) Petey, I got a massive headache to
YOUNG PETER: But mamaaaaaaa!
Peter continues to wail until Thelma in frustration dips her finger in the whiskey and rubs it over Peter's gums.
THELMA: There! Will ya shut up now?!
YOUNG PETER: Yeah ... (BRIGHTENED) my tooth feels better!
THELMA: Good.
Thelma turns back to get her whiskey bottle, but it's not on the table anymore. Looking back at Peter, she sees Peter's now drinking her whiskey bottle, and shrugs.
THELMA: At least he shutted up.
ANGLE ON adult Peter and Dr. Kaplan looking upon this. Dr. Kaplan looks extremely uncomfortable.
DR. KAPLAN: Yikes. She's just letting you drink that all at just six years old?
PETER: I wonder what else I've repressed deep in my mind.
Peter closes his eyes and vanishes, much to Dr. Kaplan's worry. He soon reappears.
PETER: Dr. Kaplan, you won't believe this! I found a memory where I could've had a V8! Thank God I didn't.
DR. KAPLAN: Yeah, those drinks aren't that good.
INT. WAITING ROOM - SOME TIME LATER
Lois, Francis and Thelma wait outside as Peter and Dr. Kaplan step out.
FRANCIS: (WARILY) Heeeey lad, howya doin? He let ya out already?
THELMA: Francis, Petey was in a therapy session, not a lunatic asylum! (ASIDE TO KAPLAN) How bad is my baby? Do we need to perform an exorcism on him?
PETER: I'm right here, you guys!
FRANCIS: Peter, play with this.
Francis hands Peter a paddleball, which he takes and tries and fails to hit the paddle in the BG.
DR. KAPLAN: Well Mr. and Mrs. Griffin, I got Peter to look deep in his memories and found he has childhood memories linked to alcohol. And some of his memories I saw are downright disturbing at the neglect seen from you two. He shouldn't have been able to get those substances at such a young age!
FRANCIS: Mr. Kaplan, sir, we'll acknowledge we're both at fault for this: (COUGH) Thelma holds more blame. (COUGH) Your drinking problems are a huge issue.
THELMA: (COUGH) Says the uptight workaholic. (COUGH) Even when you're home, you did nothing!
DR. KAPLAN: You two are not that good at hiding your sarcasms.
LOIS: Dr. Kaplan, can my husband at least be cured?
DR. KAPLAN: Cured? Ehh, not so much. It seems his alcohol link is too strongly linked. However, I do think-
The door is slammed on him mid-sentence by Francis.
FRANCIS: Damn it, the man is useless! Would've been better to tell us he's a lost cause. Come on, Peter!
Francis passes Peter, who somehow got himself tangled in the string. Thelma and Lois help Peter out the door as Dr. Kaplan.
DR. KAPLAN: But Griffins, I'm saying that his drinking might not be as big of a deal as you're making-!
The door slams, proving they didn't hear him. He sighs.
DR. KAPLAN: Next!
DEATH then stepped into Kaplan's office and sat.
DR. KAPLAN: Mr. Death, I see you're back for your usual weekly visits. I'm guessing you killed someone again?
DEATH: (SARCASTIC) Wow, tough solving skills Sherlock. And you'll be next if you don't shut up.
EXT./ESTB. GOLDMAN HOUSE - EVENING
EXT. GOLDMAN FRONT YARD - SAME
Meg and Neil arrive at the house. Meg is holding a duffle bag.
NEIL: Like to meet your future in-laws, Meg?
MEG: Neil, the only reason I'm staying here is because I don't want my family looking at me in this embarrassing predicament I'm in! Nor do I want them thinking we're a couple! At least I won't have to experience that here.
INT. GOLDMAN'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING
As Neil opens the door, they are met by Mort and Muriel who are standing in front of them. They have awes in their faces and clenching their hands together.
MORT: See, dear? I told you!
MURIEL: Oh my goodness, it's so precious!
MORT: So nice to see your relationship taken to the next level!
MEG: We're not taking our relationship to the next level! There never was-
Neil covers her mouth.
NEIL: That's right, dad! Our relationship is now in the open!
Meg growls.
MURIEL: You two are just like us when we were your age.
MORT: You both even wear glasses like us. Muriel and I were picked on for wearing glasses, but we've had each other for comfort.
NEIL: You hear that, Meg? You're becoming part of the family already.
MEG: I don't WANT to be part of this family!
MURIEL: I'm gonna go get the camera.
Muriel walked off.
MORT: Don't worry, Meg. I already ordered the thing. It's coming tomorrow.
MEG: Oh good.
MORT: Still though, you two getting stuck together is a blessing in disguise. Now you two can spend time together, and you Meg will really get to know the Goldman family. So much so that you'll be like us!
MEG: I don't wanna be like you–-
Muriel comes back.
MURIEL: Found it! Say cheese!
NEIL: (WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND MEG) Cheese!
MORT: And now with the whole family!
MURIEL: I'm so happy, Meg. We can spend some girl time together. I can even make your wedding dress.
Meg moans anxiously as the camera flashes at her with the happy Goldmans and transitions to the next scene.
TRANSITION TO:
EXT. GRIFFINS' FRONT PORCH - DUSK
Peter watches his electric bug zapper as mosquitos fly into it and meet a quick, sizzling death.
PETER: Lucky mosquitos. At least their pain is quick and sudden. Mine is long and brain numbing.
Peter tries to drink a soda to get his mind off things, only to spit it out.
PETER: Ugh! Just doesn't taste as good as beer. (THEN) Wonder how the guys are doin' without me.
INT. DRUNKEN CLAM - DUSK (CUTAWAY)
Quagmire, Cleveland and Joe are having a drink. Horace comes by with four refills and passes them out before noticing.
HORACE: Aw, bugger me. I forgot Peter stopped drinkin' again.
QUAGMIRE: C'mon Horace, look at the bright side. This'll give us time to have a more developed relationship.
CLEVELAND: That's right. Without Peter here to speak for us, we can let our friendship with you grow.
They all sit and stand, staring uncomfortably at each other for a long time.
JOE: We really got to get Peter back.
EXT. GRIFFINS' FRONT PORCH - DUSK (BACK TO SCENE)
BRIAN (O.S.): So what did Mr. Kaplan say about Peter?
INT. GRIFFINS' PATIO - SAME
Peter looks into the patio through the window to see Brian, Lois, Francis and Thelma talking.
LOIS: It's horrible. He says Peter's beer problem goes far deeper than thought.
FRANCIS: I'm still believing that quack was a waste of forty dollars. I could've done an exorcism for free. Wait
BRIAN: Yeah, we're not doing that.
THELMA: Look, we'll just have to accept that Petey will go back to his drinking habits soon. And then he'll vow to quit and break it again and we'll pretend to be supportive, but we know he'd fail. And that'll be our lives, hm?
Peter hangs his head down. But soon his sadness turns to anger and makes him storm to his car and drive off so fast a big dust cloud covers the screen that transitions to the next scene.
TRANSITION TO:
EXT. PEWTERSCHMIDT MANOR - NIGHT
Peter bangs loudly on the front door of the mansion. Carter soon comes out in his PJS and gets hit on the head with Peter's fist.
CARTER: Ach! Damn it! (BEAT) Griffin? What do you want?
PETER: Mr. Pewterschmidt, I wanna prove I can stop drinking to my family. And since you're rich, I thought you had something to help me.
CARTER: Yeah, you got the wrong guy, Griffin.
PETER: (BEGGING) Please, Mr. Pewterschmidt! I'll take anything you might have!
CARTER: (IDEA; IN FALSE ASSURANCE) Actually, I do have something that could help you. Follow me.
Carter motions Peter inside and closes the door.
INT. SECRET ROOM
Carter pulls out a shock collar from a locked cabinet.
CARTER: This shock collar is specially designed to shock the user for thinking, saying or doing any customized actions typed into the collar. I used it before for multiple uses. Dogs not listening to me, bulgers, (MUTTERS) co-workers saying anything negative about me. (NORMAL) So it's perfectly safe to use.
PETER: Wow, this is exactly what I need - Wait, what's the catch?
CARTER: No catch whatsoever this time, Griffin. Just tell me the programmed words and it's yours to wear.
After a beat, Peter takes the collar and fastens it around his neck and gives a nod to Carter.
EXT./ESTB. GRIFFINS' HOUSE - SUNRISE
INT. PETER AND LOIS' BEDROOM - SAME
Peter is sleeping in bed with Lois, in the middle of a dream, when a small volt shock startles him awake. He yelps and gets Lois up.
LOIS: Peter, are you okay?
PETER: Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a beer dream. But I won't anymore with this!
Peter raises up to reveal he's wearing a shock collar! Lois' jaw drops.
A/N: And that concludes the second act! Seems Peter's really putting himself at risk for his family. Next time is the conclusion to this biting tale. Which should hopefully come out before June.