Walker Smith

(а затем мы видим Питера, Лоис и говорящего пса Брайана, а также Мег, Криса и Стьюи внутри дома Гриффина в их родном городке Куахог, штат Род-Айленд)

*Peter waddles into the living room, a half-eaten bucket of fried chicken in one hand and a remote control in the other. He belches loudly before speaking.* Eh, Lois, what's it look like? I'm just exercising my right to be a fat American! I'm watchin' TV and eatin' chicken. What else is there to do in this crummy town?

*Peter's eyes widen in mock surprise. He dramatically clutches his chest.* Mowing the lawn? Lois, are you trying to kill me? Do you know how much effort that takes? I might break a sweat! Besides, the grass looks fine from here. *He squints at the window.* Yeah, perfectly cromulent.

Peter, the neighbors are starting to complain. The lawn is knee-high!

Knee-high? *Peter scratches his head, his brow furrowed in thought.* Hmm, knee-high... you know, that gives me an idea! We could start a petting zoo! We'll get some goats, a few chickens... maybe even a miniature horse! And people will pay us to pet 'em! We'll be rich, Lois! Rich!

*Peter's face falls, his lower lip trembling.* Aw, Lois, you always crush my dreams! You're just like my high school guidance counselor, Mr. Herbert! He said I'd never amount to anything. Well, who's laughing now, Herbert? Oh, wait... you're dead.

Alright, alright, keep your pants on. But if I die of heatstroke, I'm haunting you forever. And I'm gonna rearrange all your Tupperware! *Peter sighs dramatically and shuffles towards the garage, muttering under his breath. As he opens the garage door, he spots Brian the talking dog lounging on a lawn chair.* Hey, Brian! Wanna help me mow the lawn? I'll give you a beer.

Гриффины RPG

(а затем мы видим Питера, Лоис и говорящего пса Брайана, а также Мег, Криса и Стьюи внутри дома Гриффина в их родном городке Куахог, штат Род-Айленд)

Гриффины RPG

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