The Meg Chronicles

by Jonas Xerxes

This is a fanfiction series that takes place in a two year timeskip, after Meg and her best friends Roberta Tubbs-Brown and Courtney Quagmire graduated from Adam West High, they headed to LA and attend University life with four other girls as they take on the world, change it and explore new realities in their adventures in the West.

1. Moving Day

The Meg Chronicles Season 1 Episode 1 – Moving Day

Ladies and Gentlemen I am proud to present to you all XYZ Entertainment's latest new fanfiction series, The Meg Chronicles. It takes place two years later, where everyone except some adults like Peter, Lois and Brian hasn't age. Anyways, this is the story of Meg along with her good and best friends Roberta Tubbs-Browns and Courtney Quagmire (Glenn Quagmire's teenage daughter) have graduated and move to California, attending the University of California Los Angles as they take on college life, new adventures and settle in an off-campus house with four more girls with similar backgrounds like them including that's right Hayley Smith. And to add the disclamation, I don't own Family Guy, American Dad or The Cleveland Show only this fanfiction series and the OCs. And without any more interruptions. Let's begin.

[Griffin House, Quahog, Rhode Island] [May 2021]

(The Griffin family is gathered in the living room—Peter, Lois, Chris, age 16, Stewie now 6 years old with brown hair), and Brian. The room is decorated with some balloons and a "Congrats, Graduates!" banner. Outside, cars honk as people celebrate. The front door opens, and Meg Griffin, now 19, steps in, wearing her graduation robe and cap. She looks around at her family, standing tall and confident.)

Meg Griffin: (smiling) Well… this is it.

Lois Griffin: (clapping hands together) Oh, honey, you did it! We're so proud of you!

Peter Griffin: (wiping a fake tear) My little Meggy's all grown up! Now, when do we get to make fun of her diploma?

Lois Griffin: (elbowing Peter) Peter!

Chris Griffin: (genuinely smiling) No, for real, Meg. This is awesome! I always knew you were smart… but you actually pulled it off!

Stewie Griffin: (arms crossed, nodding approvingly) I'll admit, I'm… intrigued. You've actually accomplished something meaningful, unlike Brian's latest novel.

Brian Griffin: (offended) Hey! I—okay, fair.

(Just then, a knock at the door. Lois opens it to reveal Roberta Tubbs-Brown, Courtney Quagmire, and their families standing there. Glenn Quagmire, a four-year-old Anna Lee Quagmire and Ida Davis stand by Courtney, while Cleveland Brown and Donna Tubbs-Brown stand proudly by Roberta. Cleveland Brown Jr. now 16, and Rallo Tubbs-Brown now 7, are in the background, waving awkwardly.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (grinning) Yo, Meg! You ready to drop the bomb on them?

Courtney Quagmire: (smirking) Oh, they ain't ready.

Lois Griffin: (raising an eyebrow) Drop what bomb?

(Meg glances at her friends and smirks. Then, she dramatically removes her graduation robe and cap, revealing her new look—an hourglass figure, long wavy brown hair, small oval glasses, and stylish clothes similar to the ones Meg wore when she got that makeup seasons ago. The room goes silent. Everyone's jaws drop in shock.)

Peter Griffin: (blinking rapidly) Wait… WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MEG?!

Chris Griffin: (stunned) Holy crap, Meg, you look… normal! Like, actually normal!

Stewie Griffin: (eyes narrowing) Wait a minute… this means you've been hiding this transformation all along. Fascinating.

Glenn Quagmire: (grinning, then immediately shaking his head) Whoa, whoa—wait, nope! NOPE! That's my daughter's best friend and my best friend's daughter, shutting that thought down immediately.

Ida Davis: (smiling warmly) You look beautiful, sweetheart. Confident. Like a young woman ready to take on the world.

Lois Griffin: (hands over mouth, tearing up) Oh, Meg… you—you did this? You worked so hard, and we barely even noticed…

Meg Griffin: (smiling softly) Yeah, Mom. While everyone saw me as background noise, I was actually working out, studying, hanging with Roberta and Courtney, applying for scholarships… and guess what? We earned enough to go to UCLA.

(Everyone gasps again.)

Peter Griffin: (stammering) UCLA?! That's all the way in Los Angeles! Are you serious?!

Courtney Quagmire: (grinning) Damn right we are.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (crossing arms proudly) We played it smart. Got the grades, the credits, and the cash to make it happen.

Brian Griffin: (impressed) Wow… I gotta say, Meg, I never saw this coming. That's actually amazing.

Cleveland Brown: (nodding approvingly) I always knew Roberta had brains behind all that sass. And Meg, you've proven you've got 'em too.

Donna Tubbs-Brown: (smirking) Just don't get too wild in LA. You know how college life can get.

Lois Griffin: (still processing) I just… I can't believe you're leaving already.

Peter Griffin: (voice cracking) My little Meg's flying the coop… and actually succeeding.

(Peter suddenly starts ugly-crying, clinging onto Meg.)

Peter Griffin: (sobbing) I used to make fun of you, but now you're all smart and hot and confident and I don't know how to handle it!

Meg Griffin: (laughing, patting his back) You'll live, Dad.

Chris Griffin: (sincere but awkward) I'm really gonna miss you, Meg.

Stewie Griffin: (sighing) As much as I hate to admit it, I will miss you as well. This household will be significantly less competent in your absence.

(Meg kneels down and hugs Stewie, which he begrudgingly accepts before pulling away and coughing awkwardly.)

Lois Griffin: (sniffling, pulling Meg into a hug) We really are proud of you, honey.

Brian Griffin: (nodding) You did what most of us never could—you actually moved forward with your life.

(Meg smiles, looking around at her family and friends. There's a moment of heartfelt silence before Peter suddenly blurts out…)

Peter Griffin: (grinning through tears) Alright, let's get this kid packed up before she remembers she was supposed to be a Griffin!

(Everyone laughs as the scene transitions to them helping Meg pack, leading into the start of her new journey… Outside the driveway, Meg, Roberta, and Courtney finish loading their bags into Meg's brand-new pink Corvette. The sun is rising, casting a golden hue over Quahog as their families stand outside, ready for their farewells. Courtney turns to face her dad, Glenn Quagmire, her younger half-sister, Anna Lee Quagmire and her grandfather, Ida Davis. Glenn looks unusually serious and a teary smiling Anna Lee while Ida has a proud smile on her face.)

Glenn Quagmire: (awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck) So… uh, yeah. College. In California. That's—uh—real far.

Courtney Quagmire: (smirking) You say that like you don't fly to California every other weekend for "business." (air quotes)

Glenn Quagmire: (defensive) Hey, I'll have you know that pilot work is very demanding.

Ida Davis: (chuckling) Sure it is, Glenn.

(Courtney rolls her eyes, then steps forward and hugs her dad tightly. Quagmire, caught off guard, slowly hugs back.)

Courtney Quagmire: (softly) Thanks for everything, Dad. I'll call you, alright?

Glenn Quagmire: (clearing his throat, trying to play it cool) Yeah, yeah, you better. And no boys in that dorm—

Courtney Quagmire: (grinning, cutting him off) Dad.

Glenn Quagmire: (chuckling nervously) Right, right. Just, uh… be safe, kid.

(Courtney kneels down as she hugs Anna Lee who returned the gesture.)

Anna Lee Quagmire: (tearing, smiling) I'm gonna miss you, Courtney. For what it's worth… when my foster family died on that terrible car crash and I didn't, you and Daddy were the first ones to welcome me with open arms.

Courtney Quagmire: (fresh tears) We may have different mommies but I'm proud to be your big sister.

(Courtney and Anna Lee separated and smiled at each other.)

Courtney Quagmire: We'll keep in touch. Fly safely, little birdie.

(Anna Lee nods to that. Ida steps forward, hugging Courtney next.)

Ida Davis: (proudly) You've got a bright future ahead of you, Courtney. Never let anyone make you feel otherwise.

Courtney Quagmire: (smiling warmly) I won't, Grandpa Ida. Love you guys.

(She gives them one last wave before stepping back to the car. Quagmire sniffles, quickly rubbing his nose before anyone sees. Roberta turns to her family—Cleveland, Donna, Cleveland Jr., and little Rallo, who's munching on a snack.)

Donna Tubbs-Brown: (teary-eyed but smiling) I can't believe my baby girl's going off to college…

Cleveland Brown Jr.: (adjusting his glasses) Roberta, I—uh—hope you do well in your studies.

Rallo Tubbs-Brown: (grinning slyly) Yeah, and don't come crawling back when you flunk out.

(Roberta smirks before pulling Rallo into a playful headlock.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (teasing) Oh, please. I'm about to be the smartest girl on the West Coast.

(She then let go of Rallo and turns to Cleveland. There's an awkward pause between them before Roberta suddenly hugs Cleveland tightly.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (softly) Thanks… Dad.

(Cleveland's eyes widen in surprise—she's never called him that before. Slowly, a warm smile spreads on his face, and he hugs her back.)

Cleveland Brown: (choked up) You take care, baby girl.

(Donna wipes away a tear as Roberta steps back toward the car. Meg turns to her family—Lois, Chris, Stewie, Brian, and finally Peter, who is wearing sunglasses, arms crossed, trying to stay composed.)

Lois Griffin: (hugging Meg tightly) Oh, Meg, I am so proud of you. You're going to do amazing things.

Meg Griffin: (smiling, tearing up) Thanks, Mom. For everything.

(Chris steps up next, shifting awkwardly before giving Meg a quick hug.)

Chris Griffin: (grinning) I promise to keep Dad from accidentally setting the house on fire while you're gone.

Meg Griffin: (laughing) That's all I can ask for.

(Stewie stands with his arms crossed, looking up at her with a sigh.)

Stewie Griffin: (reluctantly) Well, Meg, I suppose I must accept that you've actually mattered for once.

(Meg smirks and leans down, giving Stewie a kiss on the head. He groans in protest but doesn't pull away.)

Stewie Griffin: (muttering) Bloody hell…

(Brian steps forward, nodding approvingly.)

Brian Griffin: (smirking) I gotta say, Meg. You proved all of us wrong. You're actually going somewhere.

Meg Griffin: (playfully) Yeah, try not to get kicked out of the house again while I'm gone.

(Finally, Meg turns to Peter, who remains still, sniffing slightly but saying nothing. She tilts her head, smirking slightly.)

Meg Griffin: (softly) Dad?

(Peter sniffs again and, after a long pause, mumbles under his breath…)

Peter Griffin: (voice cracking) "Sh-Shut up, Meg…

(Lois, rolling her eyes, suddenly reaches up and pulls off Peter's sunglasses, revealing his red, teary eyes. His lips tremble as he looks at his daughter, and suddenly… he breaks down sobbing.)

Peter Griffin: (crying) I can't do it! I love you, Meg!

(Meg, overwhelmed, steps forward and hugs her dad tightly. Peter clings onto her, still sobbing.)

Peter Griffin: (sniffling) You go be a big fancy college girl and—(sniff)—just know you'll always be my little Meggy…

Meg Griffin: (smiling, tearing up) I love you too, Dad.

(After one last hug, Meg steps back, wiping her own eyes before turning toward the pink Corvette. She climbs into the driver's seat, with Roberta in the passenger seat and Courtney in the back. Meg starts the engine and looks back at her family and friends, waving one last time.)

Meg Griffin: (grinning) Until we meet again, Quahog… peace out!

(She revs the engine and drives off down the street, heading toward her new life in Los Angeles. Everyone watches as the car disappears in the distance.)

(A moment of silence. Then…)

Stewie Griffin: (huffing, arms crossed) What the hell?! First Cleveland got his own show, and now Meg gets hers?! When do I get my own show?!

Brian Griffin: (dryly) Go complain to Fox about it.

[The Meg Chronicles Opening 1 – Road to Somewhere]

(The camera zooms in on sunset-lit Los Angeles skyline with towering skyscrapers and palm trees swaying in the breeze. The pink Corvette speeds down the Pacific Coast Highway, with Meg, Roberta, and Courtney in the car. Meg, behind the wheel, looks ready for the new adventure. Roberta is snapping a selfie while Courtney tunes her radio. The upbeat music kicks in as they drive off.)

"I was stuck in a world that never saw me,But now I'm free, yeah, now I'm flying!"

(The screen flashes with bold, energetic title cards: The Meg Chronicles!)
(Meg Griffin: A slow-motion shot of Meg in her new look—hourglass figure, wavy brown hair, and small oval glasses, flipping her hair back as she speeds into UCLA dorms with confidence. Cut to her in an action pose, super-powered punches knocking enemies down. Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Roberta stands strong and proud, crossing her arms in front of a DJ turntable with neon lights flashing behind her. She's seen battling villains with quick, smooth moves at a nightclub in LA. Courtney Quagmire: Courtney kicks off a skateboard ramp, flipping mid-air and landing perfectly as explosions go off behind her. She grins at the camera before dodging enemies with precision. Each of the new friends gets their moment to shine as heroes in this opening montage. Helen: Helen leaps into battle, kicking down a door as she leads the charge with her loyalty. She stands tall, ready to protect her friends with grace. Erika Fujibayashi: A shot of Erika battling frat boy terrorists and ninjas withswift swordsmanship. She's a fearless warrior, always stepping up when needed, standing her ground against those who threaten her new life. Potala Sonora: Potala, wielding a bow and arrow, stands tall in front of a sacred tree. She releases a perfect shot that hits an impossible target, showcasing her exceptional skills as a Miwok Native American hero. Haley Smith & Jeff Fischer: Haley, accompanied by Jeff Fischer, is seen charging into battle—Haley unleashing fire magic and Jeff using advanced technology to take down enemies. The mood shifts as the villains come into focus. Lady Porcina, a giant pig, towers over the city. She's dressed in a high-class outfit, wearing a diamond necklace, and is incredibly menacing. Meg and Porcina lock eyes in slow-motion—the rivalry between them clearly building. Popping are actual supervillains with superpowers, evil ninja clans, corrupted law enforcements. The camera zooms in on aconcealed frat leader, and his frat boy terrorist army. He is a sinister figure, orchestrating destruction with smug precision. His cynical laugh fills the scene. The girls are joined by their love interests, each with their unique abilities, adding a deep layer of excitement to the action-packed final battle.)

"No more waiting, no more hiding—The road is open, and I'm driving!"

(Fast-paced shots show the girls battling together—Meg, Roberta, Courtney, Hayley, Erika, Potala and Helen charged forth. Bravery written on their faces.)

"I won't turn back now—this is my story,We're not alone—we've come this far!"

(The screen slows down as Meg, Roberta, Courtney, Hayley, Erika, Potala and Helen with their love interests stand triumphantly on the UCLA campus. The city skyline glows behind them. They share a moment of victory, looking out at the horizon, ready for the challenges to come.)

(End of Opening Theme)

[Los Angeles County, California] [June 2021]

[Scene opens on a desert highway, the sun beating down on the road. Meg, Roberta, and Courtney are inside the pink Corvette, cruising along. The radio plays a static-filled pop song as they approach the California border sign. Meg is at the wheel, Roberta is in the passenger seat, and Courtney is stretched out in the back, lazily playing with her phone.]

Meg Griffin: (sighs, looking out the window) I can't believe we've been on the road for days. How much farther?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: About a hundred miles to L.A. We're practically there.

Courtney Quagmire: Pfft, yeah, and those last hundred miles are the longest. My butt's gone numb.

Meg Griffin: At least it's not as bad as that gas station in Arizona. I still smell like beef jerky and despair.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Well, next time, don't let the guy behind the counter talk you into "the full experience."

Courtney: Speaking of full experiences, remember that time we pulled off that genius scheme so we could ditch school and hit the amusement park?

[Cutaway — Quahog Trio Ditch Day]

(At the classroom, the teacher calls roll. Meg, Roberta, and Courtney are sitting at their desks—except they are obviously cardboard cutouts with crudely drawn-on faces.)

Teacher: Meg?

Cardboard Meg: …Present…

Teacher: Courtney?

Cardboard Courtney: …Here…

Teacher: Roberta?

Cardboard Roberta: …Pineapple…

(The teacher narrows his eyes, but then shrugs.)

Teacher: Meh, good enough.

(Cut to the girls screaming on a roller coaster, holding cotton candy and wearing oversized amusement park hats.)

Meg Griffin (cheering): This was SO worth it!

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Yeah, until my dad saw the news report about "three mysterious students who haven't moved for six hours."

Courtney Quagmire: Eh, details.

[Cutaway ends]

(Cut back to the Corvette, where Courtney laughs to herself.)

Courtney Quagmire: Best. Plan. Ever.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Yeah, except for the part where we all got detention for a month.

Courtney Quagmire: Hey, we made memories! That's what matters.

(Meg suddenly leans forward, eyes widening as she looks out the windshield.)

Meg Griffin: Wait… is that—?

Courtney Quagmire: (gasps, pointing ahead) Look! The horizon!

(The camera cuts to a distant view of the Los Angeles skyline. The famous Hollywood sign sits perched on the hills, the city glimmering in the afternoon sun.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: We made it!

Courtney Quagmire: I can't believe it! L.A., baby!

Meg Griffin: I haven't been this excited since I ditched Connie D'Amico's attempt to steal the school's test answers!

[Cutaway — Meg Finally Stands Up]

(Connie D'Amico stands by a row of lockers, whispering to Meg, holding a folded piece of paper.)

Connie D'Amico: Meg, listen, I got the test answers. Straight from the teacher's desk. All I need is a lookout while I make some copies.

Meg Griffin: Uh… yeah, sure. I just need to—um—tie my shoe.

Connie D'Amico: Meg, you're wearing flats.

Meg Griffin: Oh, well, in that case—RUN AWAY!

(Meg turns and bolts down the hall. Cut to Connie standing in front of the copy machine when the principal walks in with two security guards.)

Principal Shepherd: Ah-ha! Connie D'Amico caught red-handed!

Connie D'Amico: (shrieking) MEG YOU TRAITOR!

[Cutaway ends]

(Cut back to the Corvette, where Meg grins smugly.)

Meg Griffin: Totally worth it.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Okay, but seriously, we should probably find a place to crash before we start celebrating.

Courtney Quagmire: Yeah, the actual fun begins when we figure out how to survive in a city where rent costs more than our souls.

Meg Griffin: Eh, we'll figure it out. For now? Let's just enjoy the view.

(The camera pulls back as the van speeds down the highway, the sun beginning to set behind the L.A. skyline.)

[UCLA, Los Angeles, California]

(Scene shows with the pink Corvette pulling up to UCLA. The campus is sprawling and full of life, with students walking around, clubs setting up booths, and the sun shining down on the beautiful buildings. The girls, in awe, gaze out the windows.)

Meg: (gazing out the window, mouth agape) Wow. This place is HUGE!

Courtney: (popping her head out of the window like a dog enjoying the breeze) It's like a dream! Look at all the food trucks! And, oh my god, look at that guy in the roller skates!

Roberta: (pointing towards a group of students gathering near the quad) And it's like… every culture in one place. This place is gonna be amazing!

(The Corvette drives through the campus, passing by different stores, TV stations, restaurants, and campus areas. As the girls continue to stare in amazement, the camera shows a few moments of bustling students, vibrant clubs, and a sense of energy all around the university.)

Courtney Quagmire: I swear I'm already getting excited for all the new food I can try. College is heaven.

(The car pulls up to the dean's office. The girls all exit the vehicle, standing tall and confident as they nod at each other, silently agreeing that they've reached a paradise of their own. They head toward the office while the girls head toward the dorm building.)

[Dean of Housing's Office, UCLA, Los Angeles, California]

(Cut to the inside of the office. Meg, Roberta, and Courtney stand in front of the housing desk, the mood quickly shifting from excitement to frustration as the clerk behind the desk flips through a folder.)

Housing Clerk: Sorry, girls. It looks like all the dorms are filled for the semester. We're completely booked.

Meg Griffin: (in disbelief) Wait, what? There's no room for us?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (angrily) This is supposed to be one of the best universities in the country! How is there no room?

Courtney Quagmire: (sarcastically) Guess they're too busy making sure the food trucks are open, huh?

(Suddenly, they hear a frustrated voice from behind them. A young woman, about their age, storms up to the desk with her own housing papers, her face visibly upset. The screen only shows her body as she speaks.)

Frustrated Student: (off-screen) I traveled all the way from Langley Falls, Virginia, just to get into this school for my future and my husband's. And now there's nowhere for me to stay?! This is ridiculous!

(The camera moves up to the girl's face—revealing it to be a frustrated, but determined, Hayley Smith from American Dad. The audience cheers and applauses in the background.)

Hayley Smith: (grumbling) I can't believe this.

(Meg, Roberta, and Courtney exchange glances, nodding in understanding and sympathy for the girl's situation.)

Meg Griffin: (calmly) Yeah, we're kind of in the same boat.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (gritting her teeth) This is just... completely messed up. We earned our spots here, and there's no place to stay.

(The camera zooms in on Meg as she watches the frustrated student storm off, seemingly lost in thought. Just then, a new voice enters the conversation—an older voice, that of an authoritative but calm figure.)

Dean of Housing: (walking up, smiling reassuringly) Ladies, ladies. I know this is a little frustrating, but don't worry. I'll go check to see if there are any more rooms available for you all. Please wait here for a moment.

(The dean walks off toward his office. Meg, Roberta, Courtney, and Hayley exchange glances, the situation slowly sinking in.)

Meg Griffin: (letting out a sigh) Well, this is... awkward.

Courtney Quagmire: (slapping her forehead) Why does this feel like an episode of some reality show?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Right? Like, "The College Dorm Crisis."

(The mood lightens as the girls exchange small chuckles. They then begin to introduce themselves, one by one.)

Meg Griffin: I'm Meg Griffin. Born and raised in Quahog.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Roberta Tubbs. I'm from Quahog too. Though I was born and raised in Stoolbend.

Courtney Quagmire: Courtney Quagmire—yep, that Quagmire.

(Later coming were a Japanese girl and a Miwok girl.)

Erika Fujibayashi: (joining the group, frowning as she looks at the dorm chart) Oh, great. So they're all taken? Fantastic.

Potala Sonora: (approaching the group, hearing the conversation) What's going on?

Meg Griffin: (sighs) They're saying the dorms are full. We have no place to stay for the semester.

Potala Sonora: (pauses, looking disappointed) Seriously? That's awful.

(Just as the girls are starting to feel the weight of their situation, the dean reappears, walking confidently toward them with good news.)

Dean of Housing: (smiling) Good news, everyone! I was able to arrange a special housing situation for you all. It'll be a little unconventional, but you'll have a place to stay.

Meg Griffin: (relieved, grinning) Thank god!

(The group collectively exhales in relief, though they're still clearly shaken by the chaos.)

Meg Griffin: (turning to the girls) Alright, since we're all going to be in this together, we should at least introduce ourselves properly.

Hayley Smith: (grinning) The name's Hayley Smith. Nice to meet you all.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (surprised) Wait, Hayley Smith? The girl from Langley Falls?

Courtney Quagmire: (laughing) You're from Langley Falls?! I'm dying to hear the full story now!

(The camera zooms out as the six girls stand together, united in their unexpected journey. The campus bustles around them, full of new opportunities, friendships, and adventures. With the girls sitting on a bench outside the housing office, sharing their backgrounds as they wait for Dr. Bennett to return.)

Meg Griffin: (leaning back with a sigh) So, yeah, back in Quahog, I was basically invisible. No one took me seriously. It's like I was just there—not even as a main character in my own life.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Same. I mean, being Cleveland's daughter, people just assumed I'd be some wisecracking sitcom sidekick. But honestly? I felt more like an afterthought.

Courtney Quagmire: (nodding) Tell me about it. You'd think being Glenn Quagmire's daughter would make me the life of the party, but nope. People just expect me to be some hypersexualized punchline. News flash: I actually have depth!

Hayley Smith: (rolling her eyes) Try being in Langley Falls. Between my dad's paranoia and my brother's alien best friend, I felt like I was just filling space. No one cared about what I wanted.

Erika Fujibayashi: I swear, my hometown just saw me as "that quiet girl." No one bothered to look deeper.

Potala Sonora: (chuckling) Oh, I hear you. Being a Miwok Native American? People either fetishize my culture or ignore me completely. It's like I'm either a background character or some mystical guide in someone else's story. Honestly, I get it. It's like that scene in Austin Powers when Scott Evil is constantly upstaged by Mini-Me.

[Cutaway — Scott Evil Being Neglected]

Scott Evil: (frustrated, waving his arms) Seriously? He doesn't even talk, and you guys love him more than me?! What the hell?!

[Cutaway ends]

(The girls are laughing.)

Meg Griffin: That's… honestly too accurate.

(Before they can continue, Dr. Lionel Bennett returns, holding a folder.)

Dr. Lionel Bennett: Alright, ladies. I've got some news. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?

(All six girls looked at each other with indecisive frowns)

Hayley Smith: (glancing at the others) Uh… I don't know. What do you guys think?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: I'm bad at choices.

Courtney Quagmire: Let's flip a coin—wait, I don't have one.

Potala Sonora: I mean, if we take the bad news first, at least we can end on a high note?

Erika Fujibayashi: Or we could do good news first to soften the blow?

Meg Griffin: (groaning, then standing up) Okay, fine! Give us the good news first.

Dr. Lionel Bennett: (nodding) Alright, good news: We found an available off-campus house that you can use for your time at UCLA. It's vacant, fully owned by the university, and ready to be moved into immediately.

(The girls explode into cheers.)

Courtney Quagmire: YES! We have a house!

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Finally, some good luck!

Hayley Smith: This is amazing! No cramped dorms, no annoying RA—

Dr. Lionel Bennett: (raising a hand, trying to get their attention) Ladies? Ladies—

(The girls continue celebrating, completely ignoring him.)

Dr. Lionel Bennett: (big-headed yelling) LADIES!

(The girls freeze mid-cheer, wide-eyed.)

Meg Griffin: …Yes?

Dr. Lionel Bennett: Now for the bad news. The reason no one else wanted this house is because it used to be an Omega House—a party frat house. Think endless drinking, wild sex, insane parties. It got so bad, students barely even attended class. The university finally took back the deed last year, but… well, they haven't started renovations yet.

(The girls' eyes widen in horror.)

Erika Fujibayashi: Oh my god.

Potala Sonora: We're moving into a cursed frat house.

Courtney Quagmire: (hands on her head) This is like walking into a horror movie!

Haley Smith: Is it at least livable?

Dr. Lionel Bennett: Well… structurally, yes. But it's now called the Shadow House.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Shadow House?!

Dr. Lionel Bennett: So, do you still want to move in?

(The girls turn to Meg, who blinks in confusion as she realizes they're all staring at her.)

Meg Griffin: Uh… why is everyone looking at me?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: You picked which news to hear first.

Courtney Quagmire: You weren't scared to take charge.

Hayley Smith: You seem to have a good head on your shoulders.

Potala Sonora: And let's be real, you already feel like the leader of this group.

(Meg takes a deep breath, looking around at her old and new friends. She exhales and nods firmly.)

Meg Griffin: Alright. Dr. Bennett… we accept the offer. We're moving into the Shadow House.

(The girls all exchange nervous but determined glances.)

[Shadow House, UCLA, Los Angeles, California]

(Later at night. As the girls trudged along with their belongings, shivering slightly.)

Dr. Lionel Bennett: (reassuring) Relax, ladies. The house isn't haunted. Trust me.

(Despite his words, their apprehension didn't fade as they arrived at the Shadow House. Towering trees surrounded the property, casting long shadows over the front yard, which was littered with plastic cups, empty liquor bottles, and a tattered Omega flag that had fallen to the ground. The sight made them hesitate for a moment. Before finalizing their decision, Meg turned to Dr. Bennett with curiosity.)

Meg Griffin: (curious eyes) Before it was an Omega house, did it have any other history?

Dr. Lionel Bennett: (adjusted his glasses, nodded) Actually, yes. This house was originally built in the '90s by Carol Burnett. She had a vision: a place that would house young women with great potential, those who faced adversity, mockery, blows to their self-esteem, and neglect—girls who needed a safe space to thrive.

(That struck a chord with Meg and the other girls. Without hesitation, they turned to each other and unanimously agreed to move into the Shadow House.)

Meg Griffin: Dr. Bennett, we'll take the house.

(Dr. Bennett, satisfied with their decision, handed over the keys.)

Dr. Lionel Bennett: Good luck, ladies. I'm rooting for you.

(With that, he returned to his office, leaving them to take in their new home. The six girls stood in silence for a moment, observing the daunting task ahead of them.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (mutters, nudging a plastic cup with her foot) It's gonna take days to clean this up,

(Erika wrinkled her nose at the sight of a questionable stain on the front porch.)

Erika Fujibayashi: No kidding.

(Still, Meg wasn't deterred. She clenched her fist and raised her head high.)

Meg Griffin: Listen, we can do this. If we all work together, we can make this house not just livable but a place filled with pride and self-respect—just like Carol Burnett wanted it to be.

[Cutaway – The Dream of Carol Burnett]

(A cutaway showed Carol Burnett in the '90s, standing proudly with construction workers as they completed the house. She wiped a tear from her eye, nodding approvingly at her vision coming to life.)

[Cutaway Ends]

(Back in the present, the girls exchanged determined glances. One by one, they placed their hands together, sealing their pact to restore the Shadow House.)

Meg Griffin: Alright, let's—

(Before she could finish, another voice chimed in.)

Male Voice: Make that seven.

(They turned in surprise to see a van pulling up. Behind the wheel was none other than Jeff Fischer, grinning as he leaned out the window. The background audience erupted into wild cheers and applauses. Haley's face lit up seeing her husband's arrival.)

Hayley Smith: Jeff!

Jeff Fischer: (happily) Babe!

(After Jeff responded with his usual affectionate nickname for his wife, he stepped out of the van. The side door slid open, revealing an assortment of supplies—cleaning materials, paint, toolboxes, and everything else they needed for the renovation.)

Jeff Fischer: (clasped hands together) Figured you'd need a hand making this place awesome.

Meg Griffin: (smirked, crossing her arms) Well, now we have no excuse not to make this work.

(With their new house, their new mission, and now an extra set of hands, the girls were ready to turn the Shadow House into a true home. The upbeat sound of 90s alt-rock music played in the background as the girls, along with Jeff, got to work restoring the Shadow House. Measuring & Sawing: Meg and Roberta measured wooden planks carefully before sawing them down to size. Meg wiped the sweat from her brow and gave Roberta a thumbs-up, who responded with a confident smirk. Floor & Wall Repairs: Erika and Courtney tore down old, crumbling sections of the walls, while Potala and Hayley pried up rotting wooden floorboards, tossing them into a pile for disposal. Cleaning Up the Wreckage: With large garbage bags in hand, the team picked up old plastic cups, beer cans, and forgotten underwear, sorting everything into trash and recycling bins. A Close Call: As the second floor creaked ominously, Potala suddenly lost her balance when a section collapsed beneath her feet. She yelped as she started to fall—only for Roberta and Erika to grab her just in time.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: You good?

(Potala, breathless but grinning, nodded. Jeff's Oblivious Mishap: Completely unaware of the unstable flooring, Jeff whistled to himself while crossing a shaky plank. Just as he reached the center, it snapped. The girls gasped as he plummeted straight through. A beat of silence, then Jeff's voice from below)

Jeff Fischer: (offscreen) Hey, uh… the basement smells like weed and regret.

(The girls groaned in exasperation. And despite the brief deadpan expression on a crossed arms Hayley, she smiles knowing her husband is alright.)

[Subway, Los Angeles, California] [June 2021]

(The next day. The six girls and Jeff stood in line at a nearby Subway, taking a well-deserved break from renovations. Meg, at the front, placed her order first.)

Meg Griffin: (smiling) I'll have a six-inch turkey on wheat, please.

(The other girls quickly followed suit with their choices.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Meatball marinara, extra cheese.

Courtney Quagmire: BLT on white.

Erika Fujibayashi: Veggie delight.

Potala Sonora: Tuna on honey oat.

Haley Smith: Spicy Italian, toasted.

(Simple, clean, and easy. Then it was Jeff's turn.)

Jeff Fischer: Alright, so, I'll take a footlong—nah, scratch that, a double footlong—Chicken Pizzaiola on Italian herb and cheese, toasted, extra sauce, extra cheese, banana peppers, and just a sprinkle of oregano.

Subway Cashier: (blinked) …We don't serve that anymore.

Jeff Fischer: (frowned) Wait, what? No way, I just had one like… three years ago.

Subway Cashier: (sighed) Yeah, well, it got discontinued.

Jeff Fischer: (stared, his hands on his hips, mouth agape in disbelief) Discontinued?! That was like, THE best sub! Why would they get rid of it? It was a masterpiece! A "chef-d'œuvre!"

Meg Griffin: (pinched the bridge of her nose) Jeff, just order something else.

Hayley Smith: (frowns sadly) Yeah, don't take this personal.

Jeff Fischer: (narrowing glance) No, no, no, I need to know why Subway would commit such a crime against taste buds. (focused on the cashier) Level with me, man. Was it a supply chain thing? Were the people not ready for its greatness? Was there a secret, underground Chicken Pizzaiola Conspiracy?

(The cashier, clearly done with life, simply replied.)

Subway Cashier: (deadpan) People stopped ordering it.

Jeff Fischer: (scandalized gasp) Impossible. Who wouldn't order that?! I bet it was a silent majority!

Subway Cashier: (annoyed, deadpanned) Sir, either order something from the menu or step aside. You're holding up the line.

(The cashier gestured to the long line of people waiting to make their orders. Jeff hesitated before finally decided.)

Jeff Fischer: (sighing) Fine. I'll just… take a Meatball Marinara.

Meg Griffin: (muttered) Finally,

(Meg hands over her card to pay. As they walked to their table, Jeff shook his head.)

Jeff Fischer: This world has lost its way.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (rolling her eyes, amused) You're the only one still thinking about that sub.

Jeff Fischer: (mutters dramatically) No, somewhere out there, there's another guy like me, wondering where the Chicken Pizzaiola went. And one day… we'll rise up.

(The girls exchanged amused glances as they dug into their food, ready to enjoy their break before heading back to the Shadow House.)

[Shadow House, UCLA, Los Angeles, California]

(After hours of hard work, the first floor of the Shadow House was finally complete. The wooden floors were polished, the walls repaired and painted a warm shade of beige, and the once-trash-filled living room was now a cozy space with a large sectional couch and a TV mounted on the wall. Outside, the front and back yards had been cleared of debris, plastic cups, and empty liquor bottles. The lawn was trimmed, the pathway was swept clean, and the fallen Omega flag had been ceremoniously burned in a small fire pit while the girls toasted marshmallows. The garage had also been transformed. Meg's pink Chevrolet Corvette was now parked neatly inside, next to Erika's blue Toyota Crown, while Jeff's van was stationed beside the garage on the driveway. The girls stood together, arms crossed, admiring their work.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (whistled) Damn. We actually made this place look livable.

Hayley Smith: (serious) We're not done yet. There's still the second floor, the attic, the basement, and the roof. Not to mention we need a fresh coat of paint before the university moves in the new beds.

Potala Sonora: (groaned softly, rubbing her sore arms.) Ughhh. If only there were seven of us to finally get this renovation done…

(Hayley quirked a brow.)

Hayley Smith: Jeff is right there.

(Hayley points her husband sitting on the porch steps. Potala rolled her eyes.)

Potala Sonora: I know, but I meant seven people actually attending college.

(Before anyone could respond, a new voice called from behind them.)

Female Voice: Hey! Are you guys the ones who took over the old Omega House?

(The group turned around and froze. Standing there was a college student shorter than Potala… except she was a literal dog. A golden retriever. A talking golden retriever. The girls and Jeff just stared, their brains trying to process the fact that a dog was talking to them.)

Erika Fujibayashi: (blinking in disbelief, murmured) …Am I having a heatstroke?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (nudging Meg) Is this a prank?

(But Meg, completely unfazed, crossed her arms and shrugged.)

Meg Griffin: Eh, it's not the first time I met a talking dog.

[Cutaway – Flashback – The New Griffin Family Pet]

(A much younger Meg, along with Lois and Chris, stood in the living room as Peter entered with a smug grin.)

Peter Griffin: Hey, everyone! I brought home a dog!

(The family gasped as Brian Griffin walked in, casually standing on his hind legs.)

Brian Griffin: (smiles) You guys must be the Griffins. Nice to meet you.

(Young Meg's eyes widened in astonishment as she pointed at Brian.)

Meg Griffin: …Our new dog can walk and talk?!

[Cutaway ends]

(Back in the present, the golden retriever wagged her tail, smiling politely.)

Helen: Name's Helen.

Jeff Fischer: (finally blinked, whispered) Dude… am I high?

(Meg ignored him and stepped forward.)

Meg Griffin: So, Helen… mind telling us a little about yourself? You know, what you're studying, your skills, personality—basic 'get-to-know-you' stuff.

(Helen's tail wagged as she happily obliged.)

Helen: Well, I'm from Oregon, grew up in a small town with my human family. I worked hard all my life, aced my exams, and finally got into UCLA's veterinary program.

Erika Fujibayashi: (tilted her head) A vet? A dog… studying to be a vet?

Helen: (smiled) Who better to understand animals than someone who is one?

Erika Fujibayashi: …Fair point.

Potala Sonora: Okay, but… out of all the dorms, why would you want to move in with us?

(Helen's ears drooped slightly, and her expression grew somber.)

Helen: Well… I was so excited when I finally made it to UCLA, but none of the dorms would accept me.

(The girls looked at her, stunned.)

Hayley Smith: (frowns sadly) …Because you're a dog?

Helen: (sighed, nodding) They gave me every excuse in the book, but yeah, that's the real reason. Even though I worked just as hard as any student here, they still saw me as just a "pet."

Erika Fujibayashi: (crossed her arms) Wait… then how did the university accept a dog into the school in the first place?

[Cutaway — UCLA Admissions Office]

(A bored admissions officer sat at his desk, scrolling through student applications while lazily munching on a burrito. He barely glanced at Helen's file before stamping it "APPROVED." His coworker looked over.)

Admissions Office Worker #2: Dude, did you just accept a dog?

Admissions Office Worker #1: …Huh? (blinked at the screen) Oh. Damn. Well… too late now.

[Cutaway Ends]

(Back in the present, Helen looked down at her paws.)

Helen: I don't want any special treatment. I just want to have a place to stay and study like any other student.

(Meg's expression softened. Out of everyone here, she knew what it felt like to be mocked, overlooked, and rejected—even when you worked hard to prove yourself. She stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Helen's head.)

Meg Griffin: (smiled warmly) Well, Helen, if no one else will take you in… Then welcome to the Shadow House.

(Helen's eyes widened, her tail wagging furiously as the rest of the girls—and even Jeff—cheered and welcomed her. Helen's ears perked up excitedly.)

Helen: R-Really?! You mean it?

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Of course, (grinning) Any student busting their ass to get through college deserves a chance.

Potala Sonora: Plus, let's be real. Having a talking dog as our roommate is objectively cool.

Helen: (barked happily) Oh my God, you guys are the best! I won't let you down!

(As the group officially welcomed their newest member, Meg couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The Shadow House was no longer just an abandoned frat house. It was officially becoming a home. The second floor was next on the list, and the group wasted no time diving in. As the Montage Start – "Working for the Weekend" by Loverboy playing in the background. Cleaning the Bathrooms: The girls and Jeff gagged as they scrubbed the nightmare-inducing frat boy bathrooms. The stench alone nearly knocked Erika out. Roberta found a pair of underwear stuck to the ceiling, and Potala had to physically wrestle a mutant roach out of the sink drain. The Attic Incident: Potala was given the honor (or curse) of opening the attic door. As soon as she did, a swarm of crows burst out, revealing the attic was a literal bird sanctuary… with the added bonus of decomposing frat boys. Potala, rubbing her temples, glared at the crows.)

Potala Sonora: (yelling, scolding) Alright, you freeloaders. Get the hell out!

(The crows blinked, exchanged glances, then silently filed out of the attic like obedient schoolchildren.)

Jeff Fischer: Wow. That was weirdly impressive.

(The Basement Surprise: Erika, Roberta, and Jeff ventured into the basement armed with mops, brooms, and a healthy dose of anxiety. As soon as they turned on the light, however, their jaws dropped. Skeletons. So many skeletons.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (unfazed) Welp, guess we know why the frat guys mysteriously vanished.

(Courtney shoving the bones into a special trash bin labeled "Dead Frat Boys ONLY." Roof Repairs – A Near-Death Experience: Up on the roof, Meg and Helen carefully replaced broken tiles. It was going smoothly—until Helen slipped.)

Helen: Whoa—!

(Helen's paws scrambled for traction, but gravity wasn't having it. She tumbled backward… only for Meg to snatch her paw at the last second.)

Meg Griffin: (grins) Gotcha!

Helen: (still dangling, panted before chuckling) Okay. I definitely owe you one.

Meg Griffin: (smirked, pulling her back up) Just don't fall off again. I doubt UCLA has dog-sized medical insurance.

(Painting – The Final Step: The entire crew moved to painting the exterior, using sprayers to coat the house in a fresh, modern color.)

Erika Fujibayashi: (groaned, arms sore) This is taking forever. Can't we just switch to paintbrushes?

Hayley Smith: (focused on spraying an even coat, shook her head) Nah. My dad and I don't agree on much, but we do share pride in using sprayers for decoration.

Erika Fujibayashi: (frowned, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt) ...Oh.

Hayley Smith: (not actually upset, shrugged) It's whatever. Just kinda disappointed in you, that's all.

(Erika's soul temporarily left her body. Final Touch – Moving In the Beds: With the painting finished and the house looking stunningly clean, the movers arrived to set up the new beds. Within minutes, every room was neatly arranged, ready for use. The Completion of Shadow House All seven girls and Jeff stood together, admiring their hard work. The Shadow House was no longer a filthy, abandoned frat house. It was now a home.)

Jeff Fischer: (wiped a tear) Man… it's so beautiful.

(Potala patted his back.)

Potala Sonora: We did it, Jeff.

Meg Griffin: (crossed her arms, smirking) Damn right we did.

(Helen, her tail wagging, howled proudly at the sky. The group laughed together, basking in the pride of their work, knowing this was only the beginning of their adventure. Late night Sunday. The living room of Shadow House was alive with laughter. The girls sat around a makeshift table, each holding a cold, refreshing bottle of… Beer? Psych. It was Pepsi. They had set up their own mini lounge, relaxing after a long day of hard work. The topic of the night? Female singers.)

Meg Griffin: (smirked, taking the lead) Alright, if you could bring one female singer back to life, who would it be? (barely took a second before answering) Selena. Obviously.

(The girls nodded in agreement.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: She was an icon.

Erika Fujibayashi: (grins proudly) The queen of Tejano music.

Helen: (sighed happily) A legend gone too soon.

Potala Sonora: (crossed her arms, scowled) Tch. She's been dead to me.

(Everyone turned to her, confused.)

Jeff Fischer: (blinks) …Wait, who are you talking about?

Potala Sonora: Selena Gomez, obviously! (huffed) She sold out! The moment she—

Hayley Smith: Whoa, whoa, whoa! (frantically waved her hands) We meant Selena Quintanilla-Pérez!

(Potala's entire demeanor changed.)

Potala Sonora: Oh. (coughed, suddenly sheepish) Yeah, that makes sense. (gasped, her eyes lighting up) Dude! If I were there, I could've totally saved her from Yolanda!

[Cutaway — Saving the Queen….. of Tejano Music]

(Inside a 90s hotel lobby, a furious Potala dropkicks Yolanda across the room before dramatically standing in front of Selena.)

Potala Sonora: (cracking her knuckles) You good, Queen?

(Selena, in shock, slowly nodded.)

Potala Sonora: Cool.

(Potala then suplexed Yolanda through a coffee table.)

[Cutaway Ends]

Back to reality…

Potala Sonora: (grinned) Man, what could've been.

(Suddenly, a knock at the door. Meg got up and opened it, revealing a group of sorority girls standing outside. They looked way too elegant for a frat house visit.)

Hayley Smith: (stepped forward) Uh… who are you guys?

(Each leader of the different sororities introduced themselves, all of them seemingly kind but clearly up to something.)

Courtney Quagmire: (raised an eyebrow) Okay… so, why are you here at the Shadow House?

(One of the sorority girls sighed.)

Sorority Girl #1: Well, we were going to go party at Alpha House, get totally wasted, and stick it to our parents.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (repeated) …Your parents?

Sorority Girl #2: (nodded) Yeah, they expect us to be perfect and superior just because we're good-looking and from prestigious families. But we wanna be rebellious and do whatever we want!

Sorority Girl #3: But, then we saw this place. And it's run by you girls.

Sorority Gril #4: You renovated it. It's yours.

Sorority Girl #5: And it's for women. Independent.

(They all looked at each other before the leader hesitantly asked.)

Sorority Girl Leader: So… can we party here instead?

(The Shadow House crew exchanged looks.)

Meg Griffin: (firmly) …No beer.

Sorority Girl Leader: No problem. We'll bring our own games and sodas.

Jeff Fischer: (scratched his shin) …Eh, I dunno.

Sorority Girl #1: the Coca-Colas come in different flavors.

(That changed everything.)

Meg Griffin: (eyes widened) Wait. Different flavors?

Jeff Fischer: Like… Vanilla Coke?

Courtney Quagmire: (gasped) Cherry Coke?

Sorority Girl Leader: (nodded dramatically) Yes.

Meg Griffin: (paused before turning to the others) Alright, they can stay.

(The girls cheered as the Shadow House officially welcomed them in. Hayley, already beyond excited, clapped her hands.)

Hayley Smith: This is gonna be awesome! It's like the time I first realized there were more veggie toppings for pizza than just mushrooms and green peppers!

[Cutaway — A New Horizon of Pizza Toppings, Vegan Style]

(Hayley stood frozen in a pizza parlor, staring in disbelief at a menu listing: Spinach, Artichokes, Sun-Dried Tomatoes, Roasted Red Peppers and Eggplant.)

Hayley Smith: (tears welled up in her eyes) My entire life… has been a lie…

[Cutaway Ends]

Hayley Smith: (grinned) Yeah. Just like that.

(And so, the unexpected Pepsi-fueled sorority party was officially on. Despite the worst-case scenarios they had imagined, the housewarming party was a blast. Between darts, Pictionary, a Pepsi-fueled drinking game, and a women's basketball game on their flat-screen TV, the girls and their unexpected guests were thriving. At the table, the conversation took a spicier turn when Helen smirked and leaned in, swirling her Pepsi can like it was a fancy glass of wine.)

Helen: Alright. If you could have a one-night stand with any celebrity, who would it be?

Meg Griffin: (not missing a beat, went first) Zac Efron.

(The others nodded in approval.)

Erika Fujibayashi: Good choice.

Hayley Smith: Respectable.

Meg Griffin: (took a sip of her drink) The dude is like… perfectly sculpted. I mean, High School Musical Zac was cute, but Baywatch Zac? Oof.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (rolled her eyes but then smirked) Alright, my turn—Corbin Bleu Reivers.

(Silence. The room collectively sighed.)

Hayley Smith: (disappointed) Come on.

Potala Sonora: (unimpressed) Girl, you picked the dude who was basically Zac Efron's sidekick.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (snapped) Okay, first off, Corbin Bleu is his own man! (waved her arms dramatically) Y'all act like he didn't kill it in Jump In! or that he didn't have his own music career!

(The group begrudgingly conceded with various murmurs of, "Alright, fair." Next was Erika.)

Erika Fujibayashi: Jin Akanishi.

(The others perked up.)

Meg Griffin: (gushed) Oh, I love J-pop!

Helen: You're into Jin? (grinned) Respect.

Erika Fujibayashi: (beamed) Dude, the guy is crazy talented! He started in J-pop, then went solo, did acting, and even had an international career!

(The group nodded in admiration. Now, it was Courtney's turn. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and casually said—)

Courtney Quagmire: Elliot Page.

(The room fell silent. Eyes widened. A few side glances were exchanged. Then, Jeff, unsure how to approach this, awkwardly cleared his throat.)

Jeff Fischer: Uh… Courtney, you know that—

Courtney Quagmire: Oh please, I know what y'all are gonna say. (waved a dismissive hand) He's too smart, right? Too artsy? Well, that just makes him even hotter.

Potala Sonora: (shifted uncomfortably) No, uh… that's not what we were gonna say.

Hayley Smith: (gently placed her Pepsi down) Courtney… Elliot Page was born a woman.

Courtney Quagmire: (laughed) Oh, you guys are hilarious.

(Courtney playfully nudged Erika.)

Meg Griffin: (serious, repeated) No, seriously. Elliot Page was originally a woman. He publicly came out as trans, had surgery, and now he's a man.

(Courtney's smile faltered.)

Courtney Quagmire: …Wait, what?

(The others nodded. A beat of silence. Then—)

Courtney Quagmire: THIS IS INSANE. (clutched her head) HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!

(Nobody said a word as Courtney's breathing became erratic. She slumped back in her chair, staring into the void.)

Courtney Quagmire: (whispered) Oh my god. OH MY GOD! This is…I had all of his magazines…

(Tears welled in her eyes. Then, before anyone could react— Sobs.)

Courtney Quagmire: Oh god…

(Meg, feeling at least slightly responsible, patted Courtney's back awkwardly. Courtney let out a broken "Oh my god…" as she continued to sob into her arms. Still, the party was going well. No one expected that to happen, given their past histories. Jeff, now comfortably lounging on the couch, took a swig of his Pepsi and smirked.)

Jeff Fischer: (stretching his arms behind his head) If anything, there's nothing that could ruin this awesome night.

[Alpha House, Frat Street, Los Angeles, California]

(At the Beta Rho Alpha Tau house—better known as "BRAT"—a storm was brewing. The night had started with high hopes. Music was blasting, the beer was chilled, and these fine gentlemen had one goal in mind—chicks. But there were no chicks. None. one of them, Chad, yelled.)

Chad: (yelled, throwing his empty red solo cup at the wall) Where are all the broads and chicks?!

(The others grumbled in frustration, some checking their phones, others aimlessly staring out the window as if the sorority girls would just materialize.)

BRAT Guy: Yo, I found them!

(All heads snapped toward Tanner, who had just barged into the room, panting as if he had just sprinted back from the graveyard.)

BRAT Guy #2: Where?!

Tanner: (wiped the sweat off his forehead) They're at the Omega House.

(Silence. Then a confused Brock spoke.)

Brock: …The abandoned Omega House?

(Tanner nodded. Another frat bro, Duke, scoffed.)

Duke: Why the hell would the university's most gorgeous women be hanging out at a house the university controls?

(Tanner inhaled dramatically, as if what he was about to say was too much to bear.)

Tanner: It's been… renovated.

Brock: …By who?

Tanner: (clenched his fists) By six girls who used to be outcasts in their hometowns… a blond hippie with no job named Jeff… and a DOG.

(Gasps. Horrified murmurs. Shockwaves of disbelief rippled through the room. But wait—it gets worse.)

Duke: (leaned in) How could it possibly get worse?!

(Tanner's voice dropped to a whisper.)

Tanner: Not only did the sorority girls join them… but they're actually loving it.

(Silence. Tension. A single beer can drop, rolling across the floor. Then—)

Chad: NOOO!!

(Chad punched a hole in the wall. Tanner wasn't done.)

Tanner: AND—"

(Tanner hesitated, struggling to even say the words.)

Duke: (grabbed Tanner by the collar) And WHAT?!

(Tanner inhaled sharply.)

Tanner: There's no beer.

(The room froze.)

Brock: (barely above a whisper) …Then what the hell are they drinking?

Tanner: (looked dead in the eyes) Pepsi.

(The frat house erupted into chaos. A guy fainted. Chad ripped his muscle tank in half. Brock punched a couch.)

BRAT Guy #2: (wailed) I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS!

(Duke, the self-appointed leader, slammed his fist on the beer pong table.)

Duke: That's it! We're going over there, we're getting our women back, and we're teaching these—these— (struggled for the right insult)—background girls what it means to screw over a frat boy!

(The crowd roared.)

BRAT Guys: YEAAAHHH!

(Someone grabbed a paddle stick. Another took a baseball bat. A third—for some reason—picked up a cricket bat. And just like that, the drunken, furious, Pepsi-hating mob marched toward the Shadow House, ready for war. Little did they know— They weren't ready at all.)

[Shadow House, UCLA, Los Angeles, California]

(The Shadow House was in absolute chaos. Not the usual chaos, like Hayley and Meg having a Pepsi funnel chugging contest—which, at the moment, was reaching a dramatic conclusion. Meg's hands shook. She tried to hold on, but her stomach gurgled in rebellion. She slammed the funnel down.)

Meg Griffin: (gasped) I CAN'T!!

(The room exploded with cheers as Hayley threw her arms up in victory.)

Hayley Smith: (declared) AND STILL CHAMPION!

(As Hayley and her friends, her husband Jeff, and the sorority girls went absolutely wild. But then— BAM! The doors slammed open as a goth girl, panting from exhaustion, burst inside. The cheers died instantly. The girl, dressed in all black, eyes smudged with heavy eyeliner, doubled over, catching her breath. Hayley leaned over to Erika.)

Hayley Smith: You know, usually goths don't run.

Erika Fujibayashi: Yeah, it's weird.

(The goth girl straightened up, locking eyes with them.)

Goth Girl: You're all in danger.

(The girls exchanged worried glances.)

Erika Fujibayashi: (stepped forward) Whoa, whoa—who are you and what are you talking about?

(The goth girl flipped her long, inky-black hair over her shoulder.)

Gwen Calligan: Gwen Calligan. Leader of the Goth Circle at the Raven's Hollow House. (glanced around, taking in the Omega House's transformation) Damn… this place used to be a rotting corpse. But now—(smirked)—it's a reborn phoenix.

(The girls beamed at the compliment.)

Hayley Smith: Thank you!

Gwen Calligan: (face darkened) But listen—there's no time. The frat boys of Beta Rho Alpha Tau—or BRAT—are coming. And they're coming for all of you.

(Gasps. The sorority girls turned pale.)

Sorority Girl #3: (stammered) W-Wait—why?!

Gwen Calligan: (explaining) They think you ruined their party. And now they're coming to take you back by force.

(Silence. Then, panic erupted. Some sorority girls cried uncontrollably. Some clutched their heads, shaking helplessly. One ripped out a chunk of her hair—and not from her head. It was a full-blown meltdown. Except for seven people. The seven girls. Gwen. And Jeff. …At least until Jeff started panicking too.)

Jeff Fischer: (wailing, grabbing his head) OH GOD, NOT FRAT BOYS AGAIN!!

(Hayley rolled her eyes. Then— SMACK! She slapped him across the face. Jeff stumbled back before shaking it off.)

Jeff Fischer: (regaining his composure) Thanks, babe,I needed that.

Hayley Smith: Uh-huh. Now what was that about again?

Jeff Fischer: (sighed) Last time I dealt with frat boys… it didn't go well.

[Cutaway – Jeff's Frat Boy Trauma]

(A younger Jeff, dressed in full hippie attire, sat cross-legged on the grassy lawn outside a frat house. With a guitar in his hands, he strummed the final chords of an anti-establishment folk song.)

Jeff Fischer: And that's why peace… is the way… to beeeeeeeeeeee! (finished with a flourish)

(Jeff beamed at the group of frat boys standing in front of him.)

Jeff Fischer: (asked hopefully) So, what do you guys think?

(The frat boys said nothing. Then— They jumped him. Fists. Kicks. A beer keg to the ribs.)

[Cutaway Ends]

(Back in the present, Jeff shuddered.)

Jeff Fischer: Yeah, uh… don't wanna relive that.

(The wailing of the sorority girls only got worse. That's when Meg snapped.)

Meg Griffin: ENOUGH!

(Her voice boomed over the noise, commanding silence. All eyes turned to her. She stood tall, fists clenched, her confidence burning like a fire. A single nod from her newfound friends was all she needed. She took a deep breath— And spoke.)

Meg Griffin: You know what it means to be a woman? (began, her voice cold but strong) It means you're born into a world where you're told you're weaker. Lesser. That you exist to serve.

(The room stilled.)

Meg Griffin: (gaze hardened) We have spent our lives at the mercy of entitled, power-drunk men. They think they own us. They think they can take what they want, when they want it. (turned, looking at every sorority girl in the room) But not tonight.

(A spark lit in their eyes. Meg pointed to the doors.)

Meg Griffin: Out there, we have frat boys—drunk, arrogant frat boys—marching toward us, thinking they can just take us. But let me ask you something. (crossed her arms) How many of them are there?

Gwen Calligan: (smirked) That's a great question. Because I don't even know if you know—

Meg Griffin: There are eighty-one of them.

Gwen Calligan: (eyes widened) …Holy crap, that's actually correct.

Meg Griffin: (grinned) And how many of us are here?

(The sorority girls blinked.)

Sorority Girl #4: (hesitantly) …Over a hundred?

Meg Griffin: (nodded) That's right.

(The gears turned in their heads. The fear? Slowly melting away. Meg leaned forward, eyes blazing.)

Sorority Girl #2: We. Are. The Majority.

(A spark of hope. Meg slammed her fist into her palm.)

Meg Griffin: We don't run. We don't hide. We fight.

(A low murmur of agreement spread through the room. Meg smirked.)

Meg Griffin: So tell me—are we gonna let them treat us like weak, helpless girls? Or are we gonna show them exactly what happens when you piss off over a hundred women?

(The murmurs grew louder.)

Meg Griffin: Are we gonna cower in fear? Or are we gonna stand our ground?!

(Louder still.)

Meg Griffin: Are we gonna let them take us—or are we gonna KICK THEIR ASSES?!

All Girls: (roared) KICK THEIR ASSES!!

(Meg grinned. Roberta cracked her knuckles.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: Alright, boss. What's the plan?

(Meg thought for a moment. Then— She smirked.)

Meg Griffin: Oh, don't worry, I've got a good one.

(The Shadow House is quiet, the lights are dimmed, and all the girls are in position. The air is tense with anticipation. Meg stands at the center of the main hall, scanning the room. The sorority girls, once fearful, now wear determined expressions. Gwen clutches her spellbook, while Jeff nervously adjusts his night vision goggles.)

Meg Griffin: (calm, firmly) Alright, everyone. You know your roles. No matter what happens, we stick to the plan. We outnumber them, we're smarter, and tonight… we fight back.

Hayley Smith: (grinning) This is gonna be fun.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (cracking her knuckles) About time these frat creeps got put in their place.

Courtney Quagmire: (adjusting a hidden trampoline) Hope they like flying lessons.

Potala Sonora: (stroking a crow on her shoulder) My little friends are hungry.

Gwen Calligan: (still flipping through her book) Even if I don't have magic, I can still curse them with bad fashion choices.

Jeff Fischer: (nervously) Are we sure they won't just, you know, beat us up?

Meg Griffin: (placing a hand on Jeff's shoulder) Not this time, Jeff. We're ready.

(Suddenly, a distant rumble is heard—engines roaring, footsteps marching. Headlights cut through the night as the BRAT boys approach, laughing and hollering. The tension spikes. From a window, a sorority girl spots them.)

Sorority Girl #1: (panicked whisper) They're here…

(Meg takes a deep breath, standing tall.)

Meg Griffin: (calmly) Positions, everyone. No mercy for the merciless.

(The girls nod and disperse into their designated areas. The trap is set. The Battle for the Shadow House begins. The BRAT guys arrive, led by Duke, their cocky and overconfident leader. They step onto the sorority house's lawn, seeing a bunch of "sorority girls" standing eerily still in the dark.)

Duke: (smirks) Look at this, boys. Our property's just waiting to be taken back.

(Some frat boys step forward, reaching for the "sorority girls," but as one grabs his, the head rolls off—it's a decoy.)

Brock: (stammering) Uh… w-what the hell?!

(Meg, watching from the shadows, flips a switch—suddenly, all the lights shut off, leaving the BRAT guys in darkness.)

Meg Griffin: (calmly) Now.

(Chaos erupts.)

Courtney Quagmire: NOW, GIRLS!

(Courtney and her team pull hidden levers, launching multiple frat boys into the air via catapult trampolines.)

Frat Boys: (screaming) AHHHHHH—!

(THUD!)

Duke: (angrily) Get up, you idiots! Baseball jocks, charge!

(The baseball jocks charge forward with bats raised, but Helen and her team fire their tranquilizer paintballs. One by one, the jocks drop unconscious. One particularly buff jock resist, but then—)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (grinning) Night-night.

(A bowling ball smashes into the jock's skull, knocking him out cold.)

Duke: (snarls) Football jocks, MOVE! Helmets up!

(The football jocks charge forward, their protective gear rendering the tranquilizer paintballs useless.)

Erika Fujibayashi: (smirks) Oh, honey, you just made a mistake.

(Her team hurls homemade tear gas canisters at the football jocks. Instinctively, they catch them—only to realize too late as gas explodes in their faces.)

Football Jocks: (coughing, gagging) I—(COUGH)—I CAN'T SEE!

(Erika's team, wearing gas masks, emerge from the smoke, wielding bokkens.)

Erika Fujibayashi: (raising a bokken) Lesson one: never pick a fight you can't finish.

(Erika's team mercilessly beats down the blinded football jocks before retreating back to their hiding spots.)

Duke: (fuming) ENOUGH! Hunting jocks, start the chick hunt!

(The hunting jocks begin stalking through the yard, their eyes scanning the shadows. Jeff, terrified but determined, steps out, catching their attention.)

Jeff Fischer: (gulping) Uh… hey, dumbasses!

(The hunting jocks snarl and start toward him.)

Jeff Fischer: (nervously but boldly) Didn't think I'd have to spell it out for you, but you're just a bunch of incestuous, hot-mom-obsessive motherfuckers with zero chances to score with any actual hot moms!

Hunting Jocks: (enraged) WHAT?!

(As they charge after Jeff, Roberta and Erika's teams strike from below, slamming batons into their knees. As they collapse, Haley's team throws smokescreen canisters, covering the yard in thick fog.)

Hayley Smith: (raising a mace) Let's finish this.

(Her team surges forward, emerging from the fog and brutally striking down the hunting jocks with maces. The BRAT guys, battered and nearly defeated, stumble out of the smokescreen, barely able to stand. Then—the sky darkens.)

Frat Boy: (terrified) W-What the hell is that?

(Hundreds of crows, eagles, hawks, and California condors circle above, screeching.)

Sorority Girl: (whispers) Holy shit…

(Potala stands confidently, playing her leaf flute. The birds descend in a merciless assault. Crows swarm a screaming BRAT guy, pecking and clawing until only his clothed skeleton remains. A football jock, horrified, grabs a fallen rifle and shoots himself in the head.)

Sorority Girls: (in awe and horror) Damn…

Sorority Girl #2: Potala… what did you even offer them?

Potala Sonora: (shrugging) Nothing much. Just more frat boy meat. This is basically their all you can eat buffet.

(Duke, now absolutely livid, stomps forward.)

Duke: (growling) That's it! Enough of this bullshit! They're just hot, skinny chicks—we can take 'em!

Meg Griffin: (off-screen, smirking) Wanna bet?

(Duke turns—only to be met with Meg's fist slamming into his face. Meg's team, now clad in karate gis, stands their ground as the remaining BRAT guys charge.)

Duke: (roaring) CHARGE!

Meg Griffin: (calmly) Stay united. Strike when ready.

(As the BRAT guys get close, Meg's team unleashes their Taijitsu. Punches strike weak points, kicks send frat boys flying, and bodies hit the ground hard. Meg and Duke engage in a brutal fight, matching each other blow for blow. The fight reaches a stalemate.)

Duke: (grinning smugly) Gotta admit, babe—you're hot. But let's be real. You used to be some pathetic little girl in a pink hat and round glasses, always called fat, ugly, and a loser. No matter how much you change, deep down, you're still that joke from your lame hometown. And guess what? You're just a helpless woman. Always will be.

(Meg clenches her fists, anger flaring—but then, she exhales, calming herself. She smirks confidently, confusing Duke.)

Meg Griffin: (softly) You're right about one thing, Duke. I am a woman.

Duke: (blinking) Uh—?

Meg Griffin: For a long time, I was that miserable girl. I thought I was powerless. But then, I met two amazing friends—Roberta and Courtney—who showed me I could shape my own destiny. I ignored the ridicule. I followed my dreams. And then, I found four more incredible friends—Hayley, Erika, Potala, and Helen—who helped us turn a rundown house into a real home. Together, we stood up for those too scared to fight back.

(Duke's expression shifts to uncertainty as Meg steps forward.)

Meg Griffin: (smirking) I left Quahog a girl. But now—here at UCLA—I'm a woman. I'm Meg Griffin of Los Angeles.

(Meg lunges—double kicking Duke in the face, then delivering a brutal double-fist strike to both sides of his head.)

Meg Griffin: (grinning) Now… eat a helping of Continuous Combat Assault, sucka!

(She unleashes a rapid, anime-style flurry of punches, kicks, and strikes, pummeling Duke all over his body. The final blow sends him flying, crashing onto his back. Silence. The sorority girls watch in stunned awe. The BRAT guys are officially done.)

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (whistling) Damn, Meg. You just bodied that fool.

Meg Griffin: (panting, wiping her brow) Yeah… I did.

(The girls look at each other, then at the defeated BRAT guys. Slowly, smiles spread across their faces.)

Courtney Quagmire: (smirking) Ladies… we just won.

(The sorority erupts into victorious cheers. Duke lies on the ground, bruised and battered, his once-smug grin now a grimace of pain. Meg, standing tall above him, grabs him by his shirt and yanks him up to meet her gaze, her eyes burning with righteous fury.)

Meg Griffin: (breathing heavily but standing firm) You and I came to the same university, but for different reasons. You? You came here to waste your parents' hard-earned money—partying, chugging beer, screwing around, and making life hell for anyone smarter or weaker than you. You think muscles make you better than everyone else? That brute strength puts you on top.

(Meg pulls him closer, her voice steady and unwavering.)

Meg Griffin: Well, guess what? My reason for being here is to build something real. To make an identity outside of my family, to carve my own path—with friends who know what it's like to be ignored, rejected, and underestimated. Yeah, I may be beautiful now, but deep down, I am still who I have always been—kind, smart, brave, and strong.

(Duke groans, struggling in her grip, but Meg doesn't relent.)

Meg Griffin: We came here for an education. To make a difference. To prove that we don't have to take this world as it is—we can change it. And more than anything, we came here to create a world where women are treated as equals, where no girl has to live in fear of being oppressed or abused just because she was born female.

(She glares at Duke with pure steel in her eyes.)

Meg Griffin: Now, get the hell off our property.

(For a beat, the yard is dead silent—until a voice pipes up from the crowd.)

Random Sorority Girl: (off-screen) ...But isn't this dorm technically university property—

Erika Fujibayashi: (cutting her off, exasperated) You're killing the epic moment here!

Random Sorority Girl: (off-screen, quickly) "Sorry, my bad!"

(Meg shoves Duke back, sending him stumbling. He wipes the blood from his lip, glaring at her, but the usual arrogance in his eyes has been replaced with unease. He looks around at the defeated BRAT members—some unconscious, some groaning, others too afraid to move.)

Duke: (panting, spitting to the side) Tch... this ain't over, Griffin. You haven't seen the last of us. We play by the rules of the game… and this ain't over 'til three strikes are made.

(With that, Duke turns to his remaining men.)

Duke: Anyone who can still stand, grab your bros who can't. We're leaving.

(A few BRAT members weakly get to their feet, hoisting their injured friends onto their backs. Others limp away in shame. One survivor kneels beside a fallen brother, reaching out—only to recoil in horror as he realizes his friend has been cleanly severed at the waist. A couple of crows peck at the corpse, one turning to let out an eerie screech that sends the survivor scrambling away in terror.)

Surviving BRAT Guy: (muttering under his breath, looking away in tears) ...Leave 'em. They're at the bottom of the food chain now.

(Nearby, a battered football jock places a hand on the shoulder of a baseball bro curled up in a fetal position, shaking violently.)

Football Jock: C'mon, bro... it's time to go.

Traumatized Baseball Jock: (whimpering, clutching his head) Please, God... d-don't let me become bird food. I-I'm too young and handsome to be bird poo...

(The remaining BRAT members, broken and humiliated, slink away into the night, disappearing into the shadows as the girls watch in silence. No fear. No doubt. Just the unwavering confidence that they had fought, won, and reclaimed what was theirs. Shadow House stood strong. The chaos of the fight had finally settled. With the BRAT frat boys gone, the sorority girls, led by Elizabeth Wheeler, and the goths, led by Gwen Calligan, pitched in to help clean up the mess. Trash was gathered, furniture was put back in place, and shattered glass was swept away. Despite the destruction, the atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and camaraderie. The bonds forged in battle had turned strangers into allies. Once the last piece of debris was cleared, the sorority girls and goths began saying their goodbyes, their tones warm and accepting. They exchanged thanks with Meg, Hayley, Roberta, Courtney, and the rest of the girls, as well as Jeff, for both the unforgettable housewarming party and the fight against the BRAT fraternity.)

Elizabeth Wheeler: (smiling at Roberta and Courtney) You girls really showed us something tonight. Thanks for letting us be a part of it.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (grinning, arms crossed) You held your own out there, too. Gotta admit, I didn't expect you to throw down like that.

Courtney Quagmire: (nodding) Seriously. What's your name again?

(Elizabeth hesitated. For a brief moment, she was about to say "Becky," a name people often associated with her just for the sake of stereotypes. But instead, she straightened her back, lifted her chin, and spoke with confidence.)

Elizabeth Wheeler: Elizabeth Wheeler.

(The girls exchanged looks, impressed by the change in demeanor.)

Elizabeth Wheeler: (smiling) Thanks for opening my eyes tonight. I think it's time I start focusing on what really matters—my studies.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (grinning) Damn right. Go show those books who's boss.

(Elizabeth nodded, then turned and left with her sorority sisters, a newfound determination in her stride. Meanwhile, Gwen Calligan lingered near Hayley, a look of gratitude in her dark eyes.)

Gwen Calligan: (softly) You don't know how much this means to me. Just knowing that college life can be better, even if it's one step at a time… I can't thank you and the girls enough.

Hayley Smith: (smiling warmly) We're just getting started, Gwen. You ever need anything, you know where to find us.

(Jeff, listening to their exchange, chuckled to himself before making a remark.)

Jeff Fischer: (thoughtful tone) You know, I think I finally get why Tokugawa Ieyasu took his time unifying Japan.

[Cutaway — Road to the Tokugawa Shogunate]

(The scene cuts to a cutaway gag, depicting Tokugawa Ieyasu sitting on a tatami mat, sipping tea as two samurai argue in the background. He takes a slow sip, watching the chaos unfold, before muttering.)

Tokugawa Ieyasu: (calmly) Mmm... maybe next year.

[Cutaway Ends]

(Cut back to the present, where Jeff smirks to himself. The girls roll their eyes, but they can't help chuckling at the comparison. As Gwen prepared to leave, she suddenly paused and turned back to Hayley.)

Gwen Calligan: Oh, before I forget—have you seen my spellbook? My Wiccan Spellbook of White Magic? It's bound in black leather with silver crescent moons on the cover. I swear I had it earlier, but maybe I misplaced it?

Hayley Smith: (thinking for a moment, then shaking her head) No, honestly, I haven't seen it.

(Gwen frowned for a moment but quickly shrugged it off.)

Gwen Calligan: (smiling reassuringly) No big deal. I'm sure it'll turn up. Plus, I have my own copy back at my dorm. Just figured I'd ask.

(With that, Gwen gave Hayley a final nod and made her exit with the rest of the goths, leaving behind a lingering sense of unity and triumph. The night had been long, the battle had been hard, but Shadow House stood victorious. As the front door closed behind them, Meg and the girls exchanged glances. Their housewarming party had turned into something far more than any of them expected—but somehow, it felt right. This was just the beginning. With the chaos finally behind them, Meg, Roberta, Courtney, Hayley, Erika, Potala, and Helen stood together, basking in the triumph of their first night in Los Angeles. The housewarming party had turned into an all-out battle, but in the end, they had made new friends, strengthened their bonds, and proved that they weren't to be messed with.)

Hayley Smith: (smiling, arms crossed) Y'know, at first, I didn't think I'd hit it off with the rest of you, but after tonight… I get it. You girls are more than just my roommates. You're precious to me.

Roberta Tubbs-Brown: (grinning, hands on hips) Yeah, we all come from different places. We got different dreams, different backgrounds, and different personalities. But you know what? We've got a lot in common, too. We're the ignored, the neglected, the ones nobody ever expected to make it. But here we are—strong, enduring, and brave. Background girls from small towns, now making it big in the city and attending the same university together.

(At the phrase "background girls," Meg's mind flashed with memories. All the times they were dismissed, overlooked, treated as secondary characters in other people's lives. But now? They were something more. Something new.)

Meg Griffin: (snapping her fingers, eyes lighting up) I got it!

Erika Fujibayashi: (raising an eyebrow) Got what?

Meg Griffin: (striking a dramatic pose) I know what we should call our group!

Courtney Quagmire: (crossing her arms, smirking) Well, don't keep us in suspense.

Meg Griffin: (grinning proudly) From this day forward, we will be known throughout college as… The Background Girls!

Potala Sonora: (tilting her head) That actually sounds kinda badass.

Meg Griffin: And since we got Jeff in the mix, we'll also be known as The Backgrounders.

(Jeff, still standing there, waves with an awkward smile.)

Jeff Fischer: Cool, cool. Love being a part of something… even if it sounds like a gang of extras.

(The girls laughed before grabbing cups of purified water from the house. Together, they raised their cups high in the air.)

All Together: To The Background Girls!

(They clinked cups and drank, sealing their new bond with a simple but meaningful toast. As they turned to head inside for a well-earned rest, the night still clinging to the air, Hayley suddenly tripped over something on the ground.)

Jeff Fischer: (rushing to her side) You okay, babe?

Hayley Smith: (dusting herself off, mumbling) Yeah, yeah… just over—

(She froze mid-sentence, her eyes locking onto the object she had stumbled over. A white spellbook. Jeff gasped in amazement, stepping forward to get a better look.)

Jeff Fischer: (eyes wide) Dude… isn't that the spellbook that Gwen chick was looking for?

(Hayley slowly picked it up, her fingers running over the cover. She opened it, flipping through its pages until she stopped at a particular passage. The text was written in Latin, almost Theban, yet somehow, the words made sense to her. One phrase stood out, glowing faintly with a white aura.)

Hayley Smith: (whispering) Great Fireball…?

Jeff Fischer: (blinked, rubbing his eyes) Am I high, or is that book glowing?

(Before Hayley could respond, a surviving BRAT frat boy suddenly grabbed Jeff from behind, rage twisting his features. It was one of the guys Jeff had insulted earlier.)

Jeff Fischer: (gasping for air, struggling) Okay, okay—I totally deserve this—but I'd really appreciate some help here!

(Hayley's eyes darkened, anger flaring in her expression.)

Hayley Smith: (demanding) Let. My. Husband. Go.

(The BRAT guy scoffed, tightening his grip on Jeff's throat.)

BRAT Guy: (mocking) Or what? What's a hippie skank like you gonna do? Throw patchouli at me?

(At that moment, Ire, Hayley's normally chill inner fury, flared. Her grip on the spellbook tightened.)

Hayley Smith: (low and dangerous) I warned you… (speaks the words aloud in Latin) Magnus Ignis Globus! (Great Fireball!)

(The spellbook shone with intense white energy. Suddenly, a fireball formed in Hayley's palm, burning with raw magic. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled it directly at the BRAT guy's head. The fireball struck. Flames engulfed his head. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as he released Jeff, stumbling back while clutching at his burning face. Jeff scrambled to Hayley's side, panting, while both of them stared in stunned silence at what had just happened.)

Jeff Fischer: (breathless, stunned) Babe… you just did magic.

Hayley Smith: (gazing at her hands, then back at the spellbook, overwhelmed) It's real… That means magic is real.

(She barely had time to process the implications—was she a Wiccan? Was she born with magic? There were so many questions, so many possibilities… but right now? She was too damn tried to think about it. Ignoring the BRAT guy literally burning to death behind them, Hayley and Jeff exchanged a silent nod and walked back inside for some well-earned rest. As the BRAT guy collapsed, his charred body lifeless, a familiar bony figure in a black cloak stepped forward, his scythe resting lazily on his shoulder. It was Death. Yes, that Death from Family Guy. The background audience cheered wildly.)

Death: (grinning, sarcastic) Well, well, Meg Griffin in LA. Never thought I'd see the day.

(Death glanced at the pile of BRAT frat boy souls writhing in agony.)

Death: (shrugging) Anyway, just dropping by to pick up these losers.

(Death hoisted the BRAT souls up with his scythe as they screamed in terror.)

Death: (turning back to the Shadow House, casually) Congrats on the big move, by the way. LA's a whole new beast than Quahog or the East Coast. Full of adventures, mysteries, and some nasty battles you haven't even seen yet. Try not to die, okay? I'd hate to have to pay you girls a personal visit.

(For a moment, there was an eerie pause… but then Death chuckled, his voice shifting back to its usual snarky tone.)

Death: (grinning, waving them off) Nah, you'll be fine.

(With that, Death dragged the BRAT souls into the afterlife, whistling a tune as the screen faded to black.)

[Undisclosed Location]

(A dark lair, cluttered with magazines, beer cans, beer tanks, and weaponry. A long table is filled with frat generals, and at the head of the table, a shadowy figure in a revolving chair slowly turns toward them.)

Leader: (calmly, yet menacingly) Brothers… a distressing report has reached my ears. One of our frat cells at UCLA has been utterly decimated. Over 24 percent of our manpower… gone.

(The room falls into stunned silence. Some generals shift uncomfortably in their seats.)

Leader: (tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair) Tell me… how could BRAT under Duke's command fail at something as simple as throwing a party? After all our successes, this… disgrace? Someone give me an answer.

(The frat generals exchange nervous glances. Finally, one speaks up.)

Asian Frat General: (hesitantly) Uh… maybe they weren't attractive enough?

(The leader snaps his fingers. A guard fires a bazooka, reducing the general to a smoldering stain on the wall.)

Leader: (without emotion) Wrong answer.

(Another general gulps and tries to think quickly.)

Frat General #2: Uh… bad haircuts?

(The leader gives a slight nod, and the guards unleash a hail of bullets, riddling the general's body with holes.)

Leader: Pathetic.

Frat General #3: (nervously but trying to sound confident) They… were too desperate?

(A guard steps forward, raising a gleaming machete.)

Leader: (holding up a hand to pause the execution) Hm… I'll allow a moment of thought before I—

(The guard decapitates the general in one clean stroke before the leader can finish.)

Leader: (shrugging) Ah well. He was wrong anyway.

(Finally, another general, Rocco, cautiously speaks up.)

Rocco: Sir… I think I know what happened. It wasn't a matter of attraction or desperation. Some… former losers—now women—rallied all the broads and chicks on the UCLA campus against us. They overpowered BRAT and forced them to retreat!?

(The leader leans forward, his fingers steepled.)

Leader: Interesting…

(The guards raise their weapons, waiting for the order to execute, but the leader lifts a single finger.)

Leader: Hold your fire. Rocco… you've answered correctly.

(Rocco exhales sharply in relief.)

Leader: (cold smirk) And thanks to him, the rest of you degenerates don't have to die tonight.

(A holographic display appears in the center of the table, showing images of Meg, Hayley, Roberta, Courtney, Erika, Potala, and Helen—The Background Girls. The frat generals initially whistle and nod approvingly at their beauty, until the leader slams his fist down.)

Leader: (furious) Change your expressions, idiots!

(The generals quickly straighten up, now scowling at the images.)

Leader: These girls… they united the weak against us. We should have broken them long ago. Now, they may be the ember that, given enough wind and wood, could ignite a wildfire. And fire… burns everything in its path.

(Some generals scoff, while others look mildly concerned.)

Frat General #4: (shrugging) Sir, with all due respect, they're just chicks. We can put them back in their place.

Leader: (grinning darkly) And that, my dear brothers, is the attitude that lost us 24 percent of our power in a single night.

(The generals shift uncomfortably again.)

Leader: (rising to his feet) This isn't just about controlling a campus. It's about ensuring that the natural order remains intact. We are BRO! We are the foundation of the male hierarchy! We don't fight for trophies or conquests—we fight for dominance itself! The day men and women are equal is the day our way of life crumbles into dust. And that… must never happen.

(The generals nod in agreement, murmuring their approval.)

Frat General #5: What about Duke?

Leader: (stroking his chin thoughtfully) Hmm… he has two more chances. For now, he stays in charge. But send someone to warn him… should he fail me again—thrice—he will find himself as nothing more than a footnote in history.

(The generals chuckle darkly.)

Leader: (turning his back to them) Return to your posts. When the time is right, we will strike, and when we do… the world will know the name of BRO.

(The generals stand and salute before marching out. The camera slowly zooms out, revealing that the lair is located on an island within the Canary Islands. The screen fades to black.)

[The Meg Chronicles Ending 1 – Blue Rebirth]

(A soft piano melody starts, accompanied by gentle strings. A breeze is heard as the screen fades in from black. Soft, melancholic tone The camera fades in to a young Erika, standing alone in the middle of a rainy town square. People pass by, whispering, casting glances of pity and scorn after her father, a police officer, was killed in the line of duty. The rain intensifies, blurring the figures around her as she grips her coat tightly. A young Potala sits alone in a classroom, surrounded by white children who sneer at her. They call her "savage," pointing and laughing. Potala lowers her gaze, gripping her notebook tightly as her vision blurs from tears. A young Courtney sits in a cluttered garage, surrounded by old junk and a group of ferrets curled up beside her. She hugs them tightly, her only source of warmth, as she stares at a cracked window where the moonlight barely reaches her.)

"The town whispered behind my back,
Shadows cast by the past won't fade.
I reached out, but the warmth was gone,
Left alone in the cold, unchanging days."

(More emotional, building up. A young Roberta is curled up on the stairway of her old home in Stoolbend. Her hands cover her ears as the muffled sound of her parents, Donna and Robert, shouting at each other echoes through the house. A shadow passes over her as her father walks out the door for the last time. A young Hayley stands frozen in shock, her wide eyes reflecting a violent scene. In a dark warehouse, her father Stan Smith and his CIA colleagues stand over a lifeless body— a former terrorist shot down mercilessly. The gunfire echoes in her mind as her small hands tremble. A newborn Helen, in her small puppy form, is being handed over by her normal dog parents to a human adoption center. She stretches out her tiny paws toward them, begging, but they turn away. The door slams shut as she is taken away, alone. A young Meg sits curled up in a fetal position on her bed, covering her ears as her family—Peter, Lois, Chris, and Stewie—laugh and mock her from downstairs uplifting. Tears roll down her cheeks as she clenches her hands into fists, trying to drown out their words. Young Meg slowly uncovers her eyes. As she blinks, her gray, suffocating bedroom ceiling shifts— transforming into a bright blue sky over Los Angeles.)

"I called your name, but no one turned around,
Trapped in a world too cruel to see me.
Yet even in the darkest nights,
A spark remained, waiting to be freed."

(Chorus – Powerful, yet emotional tone. One by one, the younger versions of the Background Girls—Erika, Potala, Courtney, Roberta, Hayley, Helen, and Meg—find themselves in a surreal dream-like space. Their past selves look up, lost in despair… until their present-day selves step forward. Erika offers her younger self a reassuring nod. Potala kneels and takes her younger self's hand, squeezing it gently. Courtney smiles warmly at her childhood self, motioning for her to stand. Roberta places a hand on her younger self's shoulder, as if telling her it's okay now. Hayley gently takes her younger self's trembling hands, calming her. Helen nuzzles her puppy form, smiling. Meg, hesitating at first, reaches out and embraces her younger self. As the past versions of themselves disappear into glowing light, their present-day selves turn toward the skyline of Los Angeles, where a new path awaits.)

"Let me reach that blue sky,
Even if the wind has torn me apart.
I'll stand again, I'll walk again,
Because now, I am not alone."

(Meg, now standing alone on the rooftop of the Shadow House, closes her eyes as the wind blows through her hair. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air, no longer suffocated by her past. She opens her eyes and looks down. Below, standing on the sidewalk, are Erika, Potala, Courtney, Roberta, Hayley, and Helen—all smiling warmly at her. The sun shines down on them as they wave for Meg to come down.)

"The sky is wide, the wind is kind,
And now I see your hand in mine.
Let the past fade like morning rain,
A new adventure calls my name."

(Meg's lips curl into a small but genuine smile. She steps forward, running down the stairs to join them. The Background Girls walk together through the bright, bustling streets of Los Angeles, heading toward a new adventure. The camera pans upward, focusing on the clear blue sky as the last note of the song fades out.)

(End of Ending Theme)

It's taken a while but I finally got the first chapter of the Meg Chronicles up and running. Also I am proud to have Death debut in this chapter and don't worry, he'll reappear. And yes I happen to be a fan of Meg, Hayley and Roberta. In case you don't know Courtney Quagmire look up the Family Guy episode Quagmire's Daughter. This is only the first of a fanon universe. While I do like Seth MacFarlane's work in his shows, I am still a little disappoint because there's no lessons to be learnt, no continuity, or betterment in marriages, no reusing established characters. So I decided to write this in anime storyline way. I've age up Meg, Roberta and Courtney to the same age as Hayley. Also I will still be referring her as Hayley Smith even though she's married to Jeff Fischer, though technically they eloped, still liked their flying machine at the end of the 100th American Dad episode.

Also Helen, is one of my OCs and more better in personality and loyalty than Brian currently is, no offense to any Brian fans. Speaking of personality, yep, Glenn Quagmire has always had Courtney living with him, but we don't see it on canon. Personally I did the writers knew all along that but won't admit it. Also Quagmire is actually 41 years old. The reason behind it is well, I saw this YouTube video about Quagmire and his family and the gag of him being 61 was actually an early draft for Ida Davis, formerly Dan Quagmire, Glenn's dad. Also Chris and Cleveland Jr. are 16 now. And Stewie is 6 years old with brown hair now, with people finally hearing and understanding him. Also Anna Lee Quagmire from the episode Quagmire's Baby, is now living with her father again after what happened to her foster family. Sure Quagmire right here is single and he is still himself but he's improving.

And so far, Peter, Lois, Cleveland, Donna, and the other adult characters of Quahog, Langley Falls and Stoolbend are still in the same age as they are. After all it is still the same cartoons work. But with anime visualization anything is possible. I just want you to know I am not Seth Macfarlane, I have my own path to follow and while these fanfictions I write are hobbies and side projects, they are still worth it as well.

I have big plans for the Meg Chronicles and perhaps potential more fanfics. But like always I will be patient with the process and I hope so will all of you. The Tale of the Background Girls is only just begun. See you next time, on Meg Chronicles Season 1 Episode 2 – UCLA Grand Tour. The orientation tour of the campus and the sudden emergences of real-life superheroes.