Simpsons Guy Another crossover episode! This time with Family Guy! Peter annoys feminists with his offensive comic so the family hides out in Springfield. However someone steals Peter's car. The Simpsons let the Griffins stay with them. Chaos ensues...
Plot
The title gag is Peter flying on Falkor from The Never Ending Story and giggling.
The billboard gag is advertising Pawtucket Patriot beer. Quohog's local beer.
Bart's chalkboard gag is "Stop writing crossover episodes Matt..."
The couch gag is Marge and Homer sat at the piano.
"Um what do we do now?" Homer asked.
"I think we're supposed to sing the theme tune..." said Marge.
"There's no lyrics! It's just The Simpsoooooooooons... and music!" said Homer.
Peter Griffin face palmed.
...
Quohog, Griffin house. The lounge to be precise.
The Griffins watch Tv. They are watching their um very weird TV shows.
"We now return to the All in the Family and Modern Family crossover episode." said the announcer.
Both sets of characters from different fictional universes are having a barbecue or party together.
"Hello, Mr. Bunker. We brought some hummus." said Claire.
"Mmmmm... hummus..." Oscar moaned with hunger and drooled.
Peter hushed him.
"Oh, yeah, I knew them two was hummus the minute they walked in the door." said Archie. A studio audience laughed.
Peter chuckled.
"This show is awful! Don't you guys know their version of our piano duo sing along is transphobic? When girls were girls, and men were men?" Brian, the dog ranted.
Peter rolled his eyes.
'Yay! A crossover always brings out the best in each show! It certainly doesn't smack of desperation, the priorities are always creative, and not driven by marketing..." said Chris sarcastically.
"Okay, that's enough." Stewie snapped.
"But Chris is right. This crossover smacks of desperation. One show the creator is trying deliberately to sabotage and get off of the air and the other a show that's been on for so long it's stagnated..." said Brian.
Stewie sighed "Well I did sing about how I'm enraged by Simpson fans who won't admit the damn thing isn't funny anymore..."
"The Simpsons are still very funny..." Oscar chuckled.
Stewie glared at him.
The letterbox in the door clattered and a large newspaper tumbled in with a clump.
"I'll get that..." Peter sighed.
Oscar hummed to Mr Plow.
Stewie seethed.
Peter arrives with the newspaper. He is reading the comics.
"Oh my god!" He gasped in horror.
"What is it, Peter?" Lois asked.
"Look at this. Dennis the Menace is just shoveling snow. He's being helpful. We might as well just call it Dennis now. He's not a menace." Peter complained.
American Dennis, the blond one was shovelling snow from someone's drive and not pranking them.
"Not every strip is gonna be hilarious." Lois sighed.
"Uh a show or comic is supposed to be always be hilarious and in character..." said Peter scoffing.
"Peter's right... They ruined British Dennis too. When they redesigned Dennis's father..." said Oscar seething.
"Oz they had too... He had a freakin' Hitler moustache!" Brian face palmed.
"Shut up Brian. I'm extremely anti-Semitic... because it's edgy and rebellious..." said Peter.
...
The Simpsons house. They're in the lounge watching a Troy McClure movie.
Probably Preacher with a shovel...
"Our town is so peaceful..." Homer sighed smiling at ease about something.
Outside the front bay windows the Red Wildforce Power Ranger is stabbing Fred from Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire.
Marge sighed.
A character was explaining irrigation and its benefits to Chief Smiling Bear. A bear wearing an Indian Chief's feathers.
"But Chief Smiling Bear! Irrigation can save your people..." said the guy.
Chief Smiling Bear roared. The bear mauled the guy, because he's a bear and bears are dangerous.
Oscar cracked up laughing.
Bart rolled his eyes.
This show is mucho estupido..." Bart sighed in faux Spanish.
"Yes well at least we're a family..." said Marge as everyone hugged.
"A semi-functional family still..." said Homer. "Unlike the Griffins..."
We cut back to the Griffins. Peter farted on Meg. Meg screamed and fled.
"Smell you later Meg..." Peter laughed.
"Look how loudly I yell! EVERY TIME I SPEAK!" Lois yelled as she has no speaking tone.
"Yeah well the first three seasons she was on Marijuana that's why she sounded so calm constantly..." said Peter.
"It puts the lotion on its skin..." said Chris in his Buffalo Bill phase.
Peter rolled his eyes.
"I say mother, I am going to kill you!" Stewie pulls out a ray gun.
"You're not evil any more Stewie... you're gay..." said the directors off screen.
Stewie face palmed.
Back in the Simpsons house, Lisa arrives with the mail lamenting about something.
"Oh this is terrible! We're in another crossover adventure..." Lisa whined.
"With who?" Bart asked.
"Family Guy..." Lisa sighed.
The Simpsons screamed in anguish.
"Oh god! There's gonna be giant chicken fights wrecking the whole town!" Homer groaned.
"Hey the giant chicken fights are cool..." said Oscar.
"And they killed off their Mr Burns..." said Marge. "Well except Mr Weed is nothing like that scoundrel, the only thing they had in common were that they were the main character's boss..."
"Yeah but they shoehorned in Carrie Fisher from Star Wars to be the new boss..." Homer sighed.
Oscar laughed. "Carrie Fisher..."
...
The Griffin's house. Lounge.
"You know something? I could do better than these idiots." said Peter.
He is in the yellow kitchen, sat at the table drawing a comic.
"What are you drawing?" Lois asked.
"A new and improved superior Dennis the Menace comic where he is actually tormenting people and pranking them..." Peter seethed.
"Uh maybe you should make up your own comic with your own characters. Using someone else's is copyright infringement..." said Lois.
"Fine... I'll write my own comic... then send it in to the newspapers, that'll show them..." Peter sighed.
"Just as long as it's not Handiquacks..." Lois sighed.
"Hey that was a great idea!" Peter sulked.
"Hehehehe... Poopy Face Tomato Nose..." Oscar chuckled.
Lois could see despite him chuckling at the crude, childish names of the Handiquacks, Something was bugging Oscar.
"Now what's the matter..." Lois sighed.
"It's just Shakira. She wrote this one great song, Whenever Wherever, and then all her other songs are just meh..." said Oscar.
Lois was baffled and squinted.
"He's right Lois, I think she was focusing on her roots as a Latin American after that song." said Peter.
"That's why I prefer Mariah Carey, all her songs are great." said Oscar. "Teddy even sings karaoke duets with me with just Mariah Carey songs. It's even the montage music in my show." said Oscar.
"Which doesn't exist yet..." Stewie sighed.
Oscar frowned at Stewie. "Yes..."
Teddy climbed on Oscar's head. Oscar grunted feeling his paws.
"In the words of Mariah Carey you're never gonna shake me from you, I'll always be a part of you, my baby..." Teddy grinned.
Stewie retched.
Oscar grinned.
"Oh and Stew... at least my teddy bear can respond to me..." said Oscar.
"Uh yeah you do realise that's creepy that he's alive..." said Stewie.
Oscar shrugged and didn't bother replying.
Chris Griffin was eating a hot pocket.
"Oh no Khalid! What have I done!?" Chris screamed. He wept over his hot pocket.
Oscar winced.
"Wait, I've seen you cry over bread before..." he said to Teddy.
Teddy pouted annoyed.
...
Simpsons dimension, Ace's mansion, dining room.
Ace had family visiting ie a blue skinned vampire cousin.
"Is it weird that I like the smell of garlic..." his cousin asked.
"Yes..." Ace face palmed.
Oscar kicks open the huge double doors of the enormous, opulent dining room, with a long table and candelabras on top of it. "Merry Christmas!"
Ace glared at him.
"Oz it's Thursday...in July..." Ace seethed.
Oscar screamed, hurting Ace's sensitive ears. Ace clutched his ears in pain.
"Aaaagh! You're not made of Tuesday!" Oscar screamed.
Ace seethed. "Why are you here?!"
"To sing!" Oscar grinned a wide grin.
"No!" Ace yelled.
Oscar cleared his throat and tested his voice.
"Don't you dare!" Ace yelled.
"We wish you a merry Jiggling! We wish you a merry Jiggling! We wish yooooooooouuuuu!" Oscar sang off key.
"No Oz no! Stop singing!" Ace cried as he melted.
"Halloween is better than Christmas..." said Ace's Cousin, a blue skinned vampire boy with black hair.
"Excuse a what now..." Oscar frowned.
"I said Halloween is better than Christmas..." said Ace's cousin.
"MALKAFOFET!" Oscar screeched in gibberish.
"That's it! I'm outta here!" Ace yelled annoyed.
"But you live here..." said his cousin.
"I will prove Christmas is the better holiday!" Oscar yelled.
"Duh... Aren't we doing a Family Guy crossover?" Ace's cousin asked.
"Oh yeah..." said Oscar.
"Also how comes I've never seen you round Ace's mansion before?!" Oscar asked.
"Because I'm embarrassed to have family round when you're here!" Ace screamed in his face.
"Eeeew... cobweb breath..." Oscar groaned.
Drake tests his own breath. "Actually we vampires have iron breath. He smelt something metallic.
Oscar fetched from his sweater neck, a horse shoe magnet.
"Why?!" Ace asked.
"To test if vampires are magnetic..." said Oscar.
...
Family Guy dimension. Griffin house, lounge.
Peter arrives with today's newspaper. It has his new comic in it.
"Yeah we'll see who can write better comedy... nyeeeeeh..." He did the Thaddeus Griffin sound.
"Well, Peter, you might be underestimating the difficulty of writing a comic strip. As someone who occasionally dates the creative muse, I can vouch for the unforgiving face of a blank sheet of paper. In fact, I think it was William Faulkner who said..." said Brian being a geek..
"Will you shut up!" Stewie yelled.
Brian frowned at him.
"Brian you're not creative... you plagiarise other books to bulk up your still unfinished novel..." said Oscar.
"I..." said Stewie.
"No Stewie! No squeaky voiced rant about Brian's novel..." Oscar groaned.
Stewie sulked and crossed his arms.
"I'm back. I'm published. Check it out." Peter enters the room and hands over a newspaper each to everyone.
He shows a sloppy drawn comic scrip about a man on an island with a monkey saying "R U free tonight?"
"Hehehehe... monkeys..." Oscar chuckled.
Chris frowned at Oscar. He is scared of the evil monkey in his closet.
"I call my comic "For Pete's Sake", because it points out things that make you shake your head and say, "For Pete's sake." This one's for tomorrow." said Peter handing over a comic for tomorrow.
He shows them another about an apple saying to a banana, "How's your wife?" The banana replies "Not good. She's a vegetable."
Oscar laughed. "It's funny because it's not in real life..."
"These are good, Peter. I like how you retell tired old gags with a detached, ironic approach." said Brian impressed.
"Wow! Thanks Brian!" said Peter with glee.
"Yeah... even better than your unfinished novel Brian..." Stewie smirked.
Brian sighed.
"Wanna talk about your unfinished novel?" Stewie said mocking him in a silly squeaky voice.
Oscar seethed as Stewie's silly voice irritated him.
Plot 2
Simpsons universe. Dracula manor aka Grimly Hills, Stork in the cul-de-sac of Horror Hollows.
"Why are all your trees dead..." Oscar asked Ace.
"Because dead trees are scarier..." Ace sighed. "And they're not dead... it's perpetually in the depths of Fall and always Halloween in Horror Hollows..."
Oscar was staring at a moth fluttering about.
"Why are you even here still..." Ace sighed.
"Griffins haven't arrived yet." said Oscar. "Also where's your cousin Drake?"
Ace sighed slightly peeved. "He's out swimming, in the black lagoon.,,"
Oscar winced perplexed. "I thought vampires can't swim, they die in water..."
"We can't swim in water because it's acidic to a vampire... We can swim in other fluids like mud..." said Ace.
Oscar scratched his head.
Ace wagged his finger to suggest Oscar follow him.
At the banks of the black lagoon of Grimly Hills, Count Dracula's estate. Drake was swimming up to his armpits in what appeared to be thick black and foul smelling sludge.
"Hey!" Drake waved to his paternal cousin.
"Eeeeeeugh... mucky..." Oscar groaned.
"Yeah pretty mucky..." said Ace.
Oscar gulped standing dangerously on the edge of the lagoon bank. The muck bubbled and plopped.
"Jump in! The mud is nice and slimy..." Drake grinned.
"Eeeeew no..." Oscar groaned.
"Oh and I may as well continue trying to teach you that Christmas is better than Halloween..." said Oscar to Drake.
"Prove it..." said the blue skinned vampire boy.
"Best Christmas movie, Miracle on 34th street..." said Oscar.
"Best Halloween movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas..." said Drake.
"That has Christmas in the title and it's about Jack Skellington trying to take over Christmas..." said Oscar.
Drake seethed.
"Fine, Christmas songs..." said Oscar.
Oscar began to sing Santa Claus is coming to town. Ace frowned and pushed him into the lagoon of muck.
Splat! Oscar sank like a stone then bobbed up, floating up to his shoulders in the thick, stodgy muck. "Eeeeugh..." he groaned looking at his muddy arms.
Drake chuckled.
Then Vampire Dinosaur was there, The green vampire dinosaur roared.
"Right..." Ace sighed.
"Get me outta this gunk..." Oscar scowled.
Ace smirked.
...
Quohog, Griffin house.
"How did you persuade the publishers so easily?" Brian asked Peter, Reading his comic.
"The newspaper owner owes me one. He wanted pictures of Spider-Man. I provided..." said Peter.
Brian winced.
"Yeah it's another stupid pop culture reference..." Stewie sighed.
At the Daily Bugle.
"Get me pictures of Spider-Man!" J Jonah Jameson yelled, startling his staff. Someone spilt their coffee because he startled them.
Marge Simpson during the brief time Bart was a baby was working there publishing poems.
"I don't want poems! I want pictures of Spider-Man!" J Jonah Jameson yelled.
Marge sighed exasperated.
Peter Griffin arrived.
"What do you want?!" J Jonah Jameson yelled.
Peter handed over pictures of Spider-Man. They were crystal clear as if the photographer was stalking Spider-Man and managed to get up close and personal with him...
J Jonah carefully looked through the pictures. There was one where Spider-Man was at a cafeteria getting lunch. He was looking directly at the camera as if he knew his picture was being taken. In the background a woman was bending over. The photographer had a clear view of her underwear... Peter being the photographer obviously took the photo not caring about the embarrassing moment happening in the background. Perhaps he intentionally photographed her.
"I also take up skirt photos..." said Peter Griffin.
Back home.
"Oloooooooh..." said everyone realising.
"Was the J J Jameson cameo necessary..." Stewie sighed.
"Marvel is cool though..." said Oscar, still muddy from earlier.
"Why are you filthy...?" Chris asked him.
"Someone pushed me in the mud. Some very deep mud..." said Oscar.
"I'm gonna fart on Meg..." said Peter.
"You do that and I'll kill ya!" Oscar seethed.
Peter sighed.
"Once again I can't be bothered to nag Peter to stop tormenting Meg. I can only be bothered to nag him when he does stupid stunts like wearing blackface..." said Lois.
"Help your daughter!" Oscar yelled. "And let Peter wear blackface!"
Chris winced at Oscar.
"Also why do you have Peter bear me up in your fan fictions..." Lois sighed.
"So he gets to do all his ridiculous stunts and hopefully pisses off the wrong person one day..." said Oscar.
Lois sighed vexed.
"We're an unusual family..." Stewie sighed.
...
Dracula estate. Halls of the Dracula mansion.
"Beware of the suits of armour.l. They sometimes move..." said Ace.
"Where are we going now?" Drake asked.
"Well now my fanfics are back, almost. I have to annoy that jerk Hank by including diapers and a baby vampire..." said Oscar.
Ace scowled at him freaked out.
"Okay..." Drake winced.
Hank seethed.
Get used to it Karen... I've won..." Oscar grinned flashing a middle finger at Hank.
Hank screamed and stormed off.
"You guys are enemies or something?" Drake asked.
"You could say that..." said Oscar.
They arrive at a door. The cutscene from Luigi's Mansion where the camera zooms in on Chauncey's door and he cries plays with xylophone jingles.
Ace and Drake gulped.
The three boys enter the room. It is a baby's nursery. There is a cartoon baby vampire with a bulbous nose wearing a diaper and sucking a green shiny pacifier.
Ace frowned making a cartoonish duck quack sound.
The cartoon baby vampire grins and points his rattle at each of them. The three boys are zapped and turned into babies. Ie they are smaller and wearing diapers.
Ace glared at Oscar. Oscar smirked back at him. His diaper crinkled as he gently stomped about.
Drake, the blue skinned cartoon vampire boy winced at the fact he was wearing just a diaper. Suddenly his stomach gurgled. He groaned and grunted as he needed to poop. He grunted and sweated, he didn't need to make much of an effort as he suddenly messed his diaper with wet, cartoonish splat.
"Eeeeeeeew..." Oscar and Ace groaned.
"Oz now we have to deal with that..." Ace groaned, holding his own nose, repulsed by Drake's stinky diaper.
Drake bawled.
"Crying is not gonna get us to help change your diaper..." Oscar sighed.
The cartoon baby vampire grinned deviously at them.
Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bear cub then sniffed Oscar's diaper with his big wet shiny black nose. Oscar blushed and sweated.
Ace frowned the Oscar. "Are you just gonna make this chapter weird just to annoy Hank..."
"Yep..." said Oscar letting Teddy sniff him with his big wet shiny black nose.
"Ugh! Change my poopy diapee..." Drake whimpered.
"Ace change him..." said Oscar.
"Why?" Ace yelled.
"Because you pushed me into that mud..." Oscar replied, giving him a cold stare.
...
Quohog Drunken Clam.
Peter finishes his beer.
"Another Pawtucket Patriot Jerome." Peter asked feeling smug and victorious.
"Here's your beer, Peter." Jerome served him a bottle of Pawtucket Patriot.
"Thanks, Jerome. What do I owe you?" Peter asked him.
"Nah, you already paid me in laughs. (He laughs at a comic script of another island comic. This time, the man says to the monkey "I think we should see other people.")" said Jerome. He chuckles at the comic.
Peter grins. "I do a lot of Island ones..."
Homer Simpson arrived. Peter gasped.
"Yeah this is a crossover episode. We will be visiting each other's worlds..." said Homer.
"This world has been connected..." said Ansem the Seeker of Darkness.
Peter winced.
"Hey Wait a minute?! What happened to Horace?!" Homer gasped.
"Horace died..." said Peter.
"Wait... your Moe is dead?" Homer gawked concerned.
"In a way... If you want to consider bartenders as Moes..." said Peter.
"And your boss Mr Weed?" Homer asked.
"He died too. I got a new job at the Pawtucket Patriot brewery.
Homer dropped his donut in shock. "Wait let me get this straight.,, your creator wrote you in a new job..."
"You're still working for Burnsie?!" Peter asked.
"Yes..." Homer sighed in a vexed tone.
"I don't like change!" Matt screamed.
Peter rolled his eyes.
"Peter, you should do one where a baseball player can't steal second, 'cause he's on probation, for drug crimes. Political." said Joe.
"Hell no!" Peter frowned at him.
"Oh come on..." Joe whined.
"Yeah, you put an island in there, you're in business." said Peter with a determined look.
"I don't want a friggin' island! Have some variety in your humour Peter!" Joe ranted.
Peter sulked.
Yzma arrived dragging a crocodile with her as it was holding onto her skirt. Yzma smacked the reptile away. It whimpered like a dog. "Why do we even have that lever..."
"Why is Yzma here..." Joe sighed.
Because you're very funny in The Emperor's New Groove...
...
The cartoon nursery of the cartoon baby vampire.
Drake was still bawling. Ace was still refusing to change him.
"I am not changing his diaper!"
"Fine... I'll change him..." said Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bear creature. He changes Drake's diaper.
Ace winced as the cartoon teddy bear creature changed Drake's diaper.
"Christmas is still better than Halloween..." said Oscar crossing his arms.
"Halloween rocks!" Drake retorted.
"Whatever..." Oscar muttered.
Teddy was wiping Drake's butt.
"This is so humiliating..." Drake, the blue skinned vampire boy groaned.
"It's weird..." Ace groaned.
"It's sick..." Hank seethed.
"Even in death you hound me!" Oscar yelled.
"Don't worry..l I'm leaving next episode... like you said.. you win... I'll just fight to keep my safe space free of your crap..." Hank seethed.
Teddy has tapped up Drake's new diaper. He sniffed his diaper with his big wet shiny black nose.
"Ugh! Wet nose!" Drake whined. Teddy grinned and was still sniffing him and pressing his nose against the front of his diaper. "Ugh... so c-c-c-cold..."
Ace frowned at Oscar., who smirked back.
Teddy was still sniffing Drake, the latter blushed and sweated. Teddy's wet rubbery nose quivered and twitched.
Drake frowned and squeezed his big wet shiny black nose. It squeaked like a squeaky toy. Drake giggled.
Teddy smirked and sniffed him again. Drake wriggled and gently kicked with his short pudgy legs.
Drake whimpered. The weird teddy bear creature was still sniffing his diaper.
Oscar was juggling some juggling balls.
"Call off your pet..." Ace seethed. Teddy was still sniffing Drake's diaper.
Drake whined with a submissive pout. Suddenly Teddy sniffing him with his big wet shiny black nose caused him to wet his diaper.
Teddy was still sniffing him as his nose twitched and quivered. Drake frowned and squeezed his nose again. It squeaked like a squeaky toy.
Drake giggled.
"Fine.., try that now sport..." Teddy grinned. He shrank Drake to the size of a doll. Drake babbled and cooed.
Teddy sniffed the tiny blue vampire boy. Drake was blown away by his exhaling.
"Ted watch out..." Oscar warmed him.
Drake frowned and pulled himself up after being blown off his feet. He stuffed his hands up Teddy's nose, splat! He grimaced as they sank into something slimy...
"Eeeeew..." Drake groaned.
Plot 3
Where we last left off, Drake Dracula stuffed his hands up Teddy's nose.
Drake groaned as it felt slimy up there. He withdrew his left arm. But a strong adhesive yanked back. Drake winced as his hand was engulfed in green oozing slime and the gooey slime stretched from inside Teddy's nose.
"Eeeeeew..." Drake groaned. He tugged frantically at the gooey snot. He whined as he yanked at the goo.
The cartoon baby vampire grinned mischievously.
"Oz that's gross..." Ace sighed.
"This guy thinks it's funny..." said Oscar grinning as he pointed at the cartoon baby vampire.
Drake grunted as he tugged frantically at the gooey snot.
He dug his feet into the carpet as he heaved and strained, tugging at the gooey snot.
Teddy groaned in disgust and picked Drake up, he pulled him free of the snot. Teddy frowned at Drake.
...
Quohog, kitchen. Peter is drawing a comic.
Lois is not happy with his latest comic.
"Peter, your comic in this morning's paper is really offensive." said Lois slamming the newspaper down upon the table.
She shows him a comic of a man throwing a dead woman down on a counter yelling at a cashier, "My dishwasher broke!" Peter giggles.
"Nyeheheheheh..." he laughed his trademark annoying chuckle.
Oscar chuckled.
"That's not funny, Peter." Lois frowned.
"I found it very funny..." Oscar seethed.
"Ugh... sexist..." Hank seethed.
Oscar sticks his middle fingers up at him.
"Ah, you're just not getting it, Lois. See, his wife washed dishes for him." said Peter.
Oscar laughed.
Peter smirked at him.
"Oh, for Pete's sake." Lois sighed.
"Aha, there you go." Peter cheered.
Oscar giggled.
Lois glared at them.
"Lois you better start laughing or I'll slap you, sweetheart..." Peter growls, turning evil again. He hits Lois in my fanon.
Oscar scowled at him. "You touch her and I'll kill you myself..."
Peter scoffed.
Brian comes in, looking at his laptop.
"Peter, you should see this. Your dishwasher cartoon has really outraged the online community." said Brian.
Oscar did chit chat gestures at him with his hand.
Brian frowned at him.
There were angry comments on a social media website.
"What? Gosh, it's not like the Internet to go crazy about something small and stupid." Peter groaned.
"It's 2014 to early 2015... The age of the SJW... or social justice warrior..." Oscar explained.
"Peter, you have to apologise." Brian explained.
"No those jerks need to learn to shut the fuck up. We live in a democracy Brian... freedom speech..." said Oscar cursing.
"That doesn't mean freedom to spout open bigotry!" Brain yelled.
"Yes it does..." said Oscar.
"Why are you siding with the fat man..." Stewie sighed.
...
"Oscar's right. Best not let these over sensitive whores run us out of town..." said Peter.
Lois frowned.
"Whoa! Whoa! We do have a crossover with the Simpsons to get through here people..." said Oscar.
"And besides Brian.. what about when you made that insensitive tweet and all the snowflakes made our lives a living hell..." said Peter.
Brian seethed.
"Ha! He got you there Brian..." Stewie laughed.
"Fine..l but take my situation as experience and learn from it..." said Brian.
"Brian you bitched to everyone about it and tried to kowtow to the SJWs and a basketball insisted he identified as a basketball..." said Stewie.
"And then Chris and Meg went Battle Royale against the entire school and killed everyone! That was so cool..." said Oscar.
Lois sighed. "Fine the comic's funny. Those hags can go shoot themselves..."
"But he angered some bloggers..." Brian whined.
"Yeah like you did... on Twitter..." Oscar retorted.
"Ugh! Stop calling out my hypocrisy and help me make a big deal about this!" Brian seethed.
"Hell no! Hypocrite..." said Oscar.
"Yeah we have to look at your anus all day..." Chris cuts in to the argument.
"Thank you..." said Stewie.
Everyone yells at each other.
"Calm down!" Said Peter trying to calm the situation.
"You don't even have a soul..." Chris snapped at Brian.
Brian frowned at him.
"Actually dogs do have souls. That's why All Dogs Go To Heaven..." said Peter.
"Peter that's a cartoon movie..." Lois sighed.
"Yeah... Gordon Freeman dies in the sequel All Dogs Go To Heaven 2...l said Oscar.
"Stop changing the subject!" Brian yelled.
Oscar chuckled. "He mad..."
"Well, I guess this ain't the first time I got in trouble for something I said about a woman." said Peter.
"Ie Gloria Ironbachs..." said Oscar.
"And that store security guard..." Peter starts a cutaway.
Peter and Chris enter a grocery store. There is a lady security guard at the door.
"Oh good... we can steal..." said Peter.
Back at the house in the kitchen.
"What the hell was that?! And why did we all freeze solid?!" Oscar yelled.
Stewie sighed. "He's still not used to the cutaways..."
...
At home one day the mail arrived.
"Well Peter you're in a pit of trouble now... You've been invited by Joyce Kinney to be told off by women on The Flow..." said Lois holding a letter that was an angry invite for Peter.
Peter took it and screwed it up into a ball. He threw it in the bin.
Lois sighed.
"Hehehehe... period flow..." Oscar chuckled.
Lois frowned at him.
The Flow set.
"Um he's not coming..." said a backstage assistant or set clerk.
Joyce seethed. "Then we need to try something else to get through to him..."
"Yes but right now one of our long time watchers submitted a photo of a lovely red velvet cake." said the co-host.
There was a photo of a red velvet cake. Mmmmm... red velvet.
The women cheer.
"Yeah no one's gonna take those dames seriously when they cheer about a red velvet cake..." Peter sighed.
Lois frowned at him.
"Mmmmm... red velvet..." Oscar drooled.
Peter winced.
"I don't like this..." Brian sighed.
"It will soon blow over..." said Peter.
Later that day an angry mob assembled outside the house.
"Down with sexism!"
"Misogyny is hate!" Women chanted slogans.
Peter was at the upstairs window. Women jeered him. "Your boos don't hurt me..." He nodded a signal to someone off screen.
Oscar driving a vehicle salutes him back. Oscar plows a steam roller through the crowd, squashing them all into a bloody paste. Some of the women flee screaming.
"Peter!" Lois nagged.
"You are just awful!" Brian seethed, ashamed of Peter.
The Griffins watch the news.
"This is Tom Tucker with the latest news of Peter's battle of the sexes." said Tom.
"Peter's cartoons continue to get even more offensive."
There is a comic. The same guy as the dishwasher comic comes in and throws his dead wife upon the counter. He yells, "My vacuum cleaner broke."
The store owner replies. "Yes, you were here yesterday sir."
Tom chuckled.
"Tom that it funny,..
"Oh have a laugh... dumb broads..." said Tom Tucker.
...
Springfield a hill during sunset over looking the Springfield Hollywood style letters. Springfield decided to copy Hollywood...
"I Uh don't think the Griffins are coming..." said Homer.
Marge sighed. "I baked them a pie..."
"I LIKE PIE!" Teddy cheered.
Bart face palmed.
"Peter is putting up resistance against the feminists protesters angry about his comic..." said Oscar.
Marge sighed vexed about this.
"Look I guess unlike Brian, liberal protesters don't bother him." said Oscar.
Lisa grumbled.
Bart sighed and played on his 3DS.
Quohog, Peter takes his mind off of the feminists by playing at the golf driving range.
"Women bothering you over your comic eh? Big whoop! Wanna fight about it?" said the short ginger guy.
"Um.,, I drove a tank over him... he died..." said Peter.
"Oh come on... he was a hilarious character..." Oscar groaned.
Fat Cleveland Junior was putting.
"I miss hyperactive Cleveland Jr too..." Oscar sighed.
"Yeah... why did he get fat anyway?!" Peter asked.
"I gave him Ritalin..." said Cleveland.
"Ass hole..." Oscar seethed.
"Guys pipe down... I'm practicing my drive..." said Peter.
Dracula mansion, nursery room. Teddy had returned Drake to normal size. He was sniffing his diaper again.
Drake sweated and blushed. "You really wanna end the episode like this..."
"Can't let the Karens win..." said Oscar.
"Oz Peter's comic was clearly insensitive..." Ace sighed standing there wearing just a diaper.
"And Joyce and her brigade then spent ten minutes chatting about a red velvet cake..." said Oscar.
"How about I smooth things over at Quohog..." Skinner asked.
"No you caused a feminist protest once! And how did you get in here?!" Oscar yelled.
Oscar snapped his fingers and banished Skinner.
Quohog, Griffin house.
"Well the good news is the protest is dying down..." said Peter.
"The bad news is that now open bigotry to women is now gonna be more acceptable because you wouldn't let them protest!" Lois seethed.
Peter scoffed.
...
Spooner St.
"Spoooooooooons!" said the guy from Mouse Hunt.
Oscar face palmed.
"Hey Clown Shoes..." Hank seethed.
"Hey do not insult Clownja's shoes..." Oscar snapped.
Clownja in doll form jabbered while wearing red shiny, rubbery clown shoes.
"I was talking about you... freak..." Hank seethed.
"Still here Jerk..." Oscar glared at him.
"Not for long. Oh and you should get packing back to Springfield. A meteor is falling..." said Hank.
There was a huge flaming meteor heading towards Quohog...
"I think we should leave town for a while..." said Brian looking up at the sky from the Griffin's lawn.
"Eh... at least I wasn't driven out by hormonal, screeching dames,..." said Peter.
A woman threw a brick throw the window.
"Oh my brick arrived!" said Peter.
"Peter..." Lois nagged him.
"Okay... okay... everyone get packing..." said Peter.
Plot 4 or the end whatever...
"Pantless ducks! Pantless ducks!" Oscar screamed.
Teddy face palmed.
"Okay fine... The end..."