Fandom High Lawn, Tuesday
"Dad do I really have to go here? Why can't I stay in Quahog with my friends?" whined Peter Griffin. His arms were folded across his chest and he looked all around unhappy. His father, Francis looked stern.
"If you stay in Quahog it'll be a sure fire ticket to hell for you boy." said Francis, "I don't like you hanging around that Glen Quagmire. No good will come of him."
"Daaaaad! I don't wanna go!" said Peter, stomping his foot on the ground like a four year old.
"That's enough! Now say goodbye to your dog. If we don't leave now your mother will miss the Price is Right." Francis said. Peter's mother poked her head out the window. "If I miss my show you're gonna get it mister!"
Francis got into the car, leaving Peter alone with his dog, Brian. "I'm gonna miss you Brian. What am I going to do without you?"
Brian shrugged. "Probably end up getting arrested and have a few girls take legal action against you."
Peter laughed. "I'm not kidding." said Brian.
"Aw, give me a hug you stupid dog!" said Peter, pulling Brian in for a forceful hug. Brian pulled away quickly and straightened out his fur. He got into the back seat of Francis's car. "May the force be with you Boba." said Brian, leaning his head out the window.
"Back at ya, Han!" yelled Peter. Francis stepped on the gas and the car began to speed away.
"BRIAN! BRIAN! COME BACK!" yelled Peter, running after the car dramatically. He forgot about the stop sign at the end of the road and when Francis put on the brakes Peter slammed into the back of the car forcefully.
"Ssssss! Ahhhh! Sssss! Ahhhh!" moaned Peter, while grabbing his knee.
He'd be there for a while.
"If you stay in Quahog it'll be a sure fire ticket to hell for you boy." said Francis, "I don't like you hanging around that Glen Quagmire. No good will come of him."
"Daaaaad! I don't wanna go!" said Peter, stomping his foot on the ground like a four year old.
"That's enough! Now say goodbye to your dog. If we don't leave now your mother will miss the Price is Right." Francis said. Peter's mother poked her head out the window. "If I miss my show you're gonna get it mister!"
Francis got into the car, leaving Peter alone with his dog, Brian. "I'm gonna miss you Brian. What am I going to do without you?"
Brian shrugged. "Probably end up getting arrested and have a few girls take legal action against you."
Peter laughed. "I'm not kidding." said Brian.
"Aw, give me a hug you stupid dog!" said Peter, pulling Brian in for a forceful hug. Brian pulled away quickly and straightened out his fur. He got into the back seat of Francis's car. "May the force be with you Boba." said Brian, leaning his head out the window.
"Back at ya, Han!" yelled Peter. Francis stepped on the gas and the car began to speed away.
"BRIAN! BRIAN! COME BACK!" yelled Peter, running after the car dramatically. He forgot about the stop sign at the end of the road and when Francis put on the brakes Peter slammed into the back of the car forcefully.
"Ssssss! Ahhhh! Sssss! Ahhhh!" moaned Peter, while grabbing his knee.
He'd be there for a while.