Welcome to Quahog's first recreational dispensary.
Now, as you all know, I was against this.
I fought it tooth.
Maybe I should've also fought it nail.
But that time is gone.
Settle down. There's enough drugs for everybody.
Wow, Quahog has a lot more white guys
with blond dreadlocks than I thought.
- Mmm. - And a fair number of Black ladies
with the blond dreadlocks guys.
Cleveland, what do you think...
We don't like to talk about it, Peter.
It's a big problem in our community.
It's just, you should know, in the white community,
these guys are kind of considered, like, big time rascals.
We're aware. It's being handled.
There was just a big Zoom about it.
- Maybe you could... - We're gonna go ahead
and deal with this one in-house.
How ya doin'?
There is a plan.
That's all I need to know.
Is that Cinnamon Toast Crunch in witness
protection when I'm at breakfast?
Susie and I saw you unloading groceries
and wanted to let you know
if you need to borrow reusable bags, I have a bunch.
And, you know, you can't soak cast iron skillets, right?
It strips the seasoning.
Oh, Mrs. S is throwing haymakers.
It's not soaking. I'm cooking water.
Oreos! Here we go, baby!
I want Oreos!
Hey, they're just Oreos. Relax.
Besides, they're not for babies.
They're for rewarding good behavior
in developmentally slow adults.
So then I was like,
"What if I've also been the mailman the whole time?"
Yeah, you were saying that in the car.
I know, but you didn't respond.
Let's, uh... Let's lock these guys up in the cabinet for a while, huh?
Yeah, I think that would be best.
Bingo.
Oh, baby. Bonus candy.
Mmm. Not really feeling the sugar rush.
I can feel my heartbeat in my eyes.
Good idea, Rupert. Music will help me relax.
Okay, this is good. This is helping.
Why should I be afraid of dying?
Wait, what?
Dead.
I wonder if this is why Ben and Jerry started making ice cream.
Hey, grab your lunches. I know a spot.
I think I may take a gap year.
You know, hit the road.
There's something I've been searching
for for a while that I need to find.
A little guy named Stewie Griffin.
Can... can you hear any of this?
I'm not even trying to listen anymore.
I'm thinking about soccer.
Guys, what are you doing up here?
Big no-no. The roof is off limits.
Stewie, are you... high?
Yeah. So are you. We're on the roof.
Okay, I heard that.
That was funny.
We now return to a Dateline
with a beloved town dentist.
He did it. It was him.
Peter, we got a big problem.
It appears Stewie was high on pot at school.
Excuse me for one second.
Lois! Someone's at the door for you.
Joe, why do you have Stewie?
I'm sorry to tell you this, Lois,
but apparently, Stewie was high at school.
- What? - It's the worst thing
I've seen in my career.
And I've seen four dead bodies.
Though technically, that was a zip-lining accident in Costa Rica.
- O... okay. - Maybe not the best idea
having 13-year-olds securing those carabiners.
- Joe, I... - They wouldn't let me
bring my own camera on the zip-line.
Odd, right?
Well, turns out they just want to sell you their photos.
I'll take it from here, Joe. Thanks for bringing him home.
This is a serious offense, Lois.
I have a court order to remove him from your custody.
What? No. Please!
I'm sorry, Lois.
No!
My baby! Please!
I gotta keep Stewie entertained, so I'm gonna need your iPad.
What?
No! My baby! Please!
Hey, what's gonna happen with Stewie?
Well, he's at the Swansons until I complete
court-ordered online parenting classes.
Throwing this out there.
If you want a new baby in six months, let me know.
You gotta tell me within five months.
Eh, five-and-a-half max.
So, Stewie, I know your dad is a pretty funny guy,
but I'm kind of the "your dad" around here.
Yeah, Pops doesn't really talk about being funny. He just is.
Yeah, Stewie, comedy's pretty big in this house, too.
In fact, I recently submitted a packet to get into the Capitol Steps.
Nobody knows what that is, Joe.
They're pretty well known in the
political satire, off-center comedy world.
Anybody here know if Tip O'Neill is a generous tipper?
I make a bit of hay about that in the packet.
Tip O'Neill's been dead since 1994.
Voicemail from the Capitol Steps!
Hey, Joe, this is Clarkey.
So sorry, but we're gonna pass.
We're looking for someone more off-center,
more skewed, if that makes sense?
That's what I am!
There's plenty of other comedy groups.
Oh, really?
Like the Capitol "freaking" Steps?
- What about... - If you say the words
"Ocean State Follies,"
I swear to God, I'll empty my bag all over the floor.
Meg, please, I really need the laptop.
I'm just about done with my parenting classes,
and then I can get Stewie back.
One sec. I gotta finish this mandatory
sexual harassment course today,
or I'm not allowed around the janitors.
True or false. It's okay to slap a man's bottom
if he knows you.
That's got to be true.
- False. - I'm done.
Thanks, Meg.
This has been so hard for me.
A mama just can't be separated from her kiddos.
Well, I'm off to Denver with the guy from the magic shop.
Okay. See you at dinner.
Only if you're in the greater Denver area there, Hoss.
I'm just gonna give you the "title" of the sketch.
It's called "The Dan Quayle Spelling Bee."
The jokes write themselves.
Do one.
Here it is. I'm done with my parenting class.
Where's my baby?
I'm happy for you, Lois, but don't let this happen again.
We ran out of diapers, so he's wearing a Walgreens bag.
Oh, Stewie. I am so happy to have you back.
Momma's never gonna let anything like this happen again, okay?
This place is a nightmare.
They don't even have a xylophone on
a string that you can drag behind you.
Well, if nobody's next, I guess I'll just go again.
Now that Stewie is back, we're gonna
have some new rules to keep us safe.
First, it is no longer sufficient for our pet to look after our baby.
Probably... probably the right call.
Second, kids' bedroom doors are not allowed to be closed all the way.
I am happy to do this,
but I need you to be absolutely sure you've thought it out.
You don't win this one, Mom.
I'm striking that last rule.
We are gonna start using the buddy system.
If you leave, you go with your buddy.
You're okay with all these rules, Dad?
Sorry, bud, but I agree with Mom on this stuff.
I learned a lot from the dad's version of the parenting classes.
He took a run at Stefan there,
and now it's all breaking loose.
I also do dishes on holidays.
Okay, Stewie, Mom says no more screen
time, so I'm gonna read you a book.
This one is called "There's a Monster at the End of this Book."
Peter? Stewie? Wh... where'd you guys go?
Lois, you need to, very carefully,
remove that book from this room.
Why bring it into the house?
Why take that chance?
Peter, enough. Read to Stewie.
I'm an introvert. I gotta recharge.
You know the rules.
One of us has to be with him at all times.
Ugh, I can't live with all these rules.
Why does Meg get to live her best life in Denver?
Um, Congresswoman Boebert, could you please stop touching me there?
I'm a woman. My pants are just bunched up.
If I'm going to live under Lois's rule,
I've got to take a little mental escape.
Brian's gotta have some loose gummies in here somewhere.
Oh, Bri, you beautiful scumbag.
Ooh, sativa.
That means nothing to me or anyone.
Whoa.
Peter? Where are you?
Relax. I just went to the bathroom.
Relax? Stewie is unattended in front of the TV.
He could easily turn into something terrible,
like Paramount+.
Lois, you got to relax.
What would Dr. Cosby do in this situation?
You put the plop in the drink go fizz-fizz
and make her go sleepidy floppity floo.
Of course. Thank you, Dr. Cosby.
May I go to the bathroom, Warden?
You just went.
I do different stuff every time!
Mmm.
This chewy Zin is excellent.
It's close to hitting that corner.
Yeah, it's gonna hit it on the next one.
You can talk?
You can understand me?
Oh, I've been waiting a long time to say this.
Here goes.
Please stop buying the cheap baby wipes. They tear me up.
Oh, great. Your first words to me are a grocery critique.
Hey, guess what?
I think Baby Shark is a terrible song.
And Dora sucks.
All right.
We've clearly gotten off on the wrong foot here.
Let's start over.
Hi, Stewie Griffin.
I just... I can't believe you can talk.
Not only can I talk...
I love this.
Did Peter do this once?
Eh, he... he mumbled his way through it, but yeah.
I don't understand how we're talking.
Probably because we're both zonked?
I would never do that in front of my baby.
Okay, then tell me something about the Dave Matthews Band.
Carter Beauford is the best drummer of his genera...
Oh, my God, I am zonked.
So, I, uh, found some gummies in Bri's car and dosed us both.
- Are you mad? - Well, I should be,
but this is kind of awesome.
I'm talking to my baby.
Honestly, if I were you, I'd do this all the time.
You put up with a lot.
Really? You think so?
I mean, yes. Look at Peter.
He treats you like garbage and does zero to help out.
Why do you let him do that?
Oh, you are getting right in there.
It's tough, you know.
You commit to somebody for life
when you're, like, 19, and you know nothing.
Damn. Yeah.
And it may be hard to believe, but when he was 19,
Peter was stunning.
I mean, weirdly, I can see it.
Besides, he... he's gonna be dead in a couple of years, anyway.
By then, my trust fund will vest,
and I'm gonna be playin' in a whole different league.
Oh, that's good. Okay, good, you got a plan.
That's... that's cool. That's cool.
Hey, what's the story with Chris?
It just doesn't seem like he's...
How do I say this?
thriving, you know?
I fell down an escalator when I was pregnant with him.
He totally has an escalator head vibe.
Yeah.
We tried to sue the mall, but then the mall just closed.
Remember malls?
You know Brian loves you, right?
Yeah, I know.
No, like, he really loves you.
I know, I know.
I don't quite know how to handle it,
but, aw, he's such a good boy.
And he'll be dead in a couple of years so...
You... you are one twisted lady.
You should try out for the Capitol Steps.
- What's that? - I don't know. It's weird at the Swansons.
Oh, my God. What if we did an adventure together?
Oh, yes. I know the perfect thing for this vibe.
Watch The Big Lebowski at a small theater by a college.
Okay.
- Do you think I'll like it? - You'll think it's fine.
All women think it's fine.
Huh. Wouldn't you think John Goodman would be the Big Lebowski?
Whoa, yeah. Oh, that's good.
I have a million of these thoughts a day.
Who am I supposed to tell 'em to? Freakin' Bonnie?
Can I... Can I say something?
Bonnie's not pretty enough to be as mean as she is.
Yes! That. That.
I'm really enjoying being on drugs with you.
I don't know why people say drugs are bad.
Oof. Oh, bad time for Philip Seymour Hoffman to show up.
I can't stop thinking about the girl who sold us the tickets
and then had to run and make the popcorn.
Yeah. And I saw a broom by the popcorn maker,
so you know she's putting on one more hat.
- I'm still hungry. - I'm starving.
We gotta go to IHOP, right?
Have to.
Thank you so much.
We had such a nice time.
You know our waitress was the girl from the movie theater, right?
Yeah, I couldn't look up.
Nobody's rooting for her harder than me,
but you just know she's not getting our order right.
Yeah, just write it down. God.
Okay, real talk.
Sometimes...
I get the feeling that I might love you more than you love me,
which is fine.
You're not wrong. Honestly, I can't believe I'm saying this,
but there was a time when I actually wanted to kill you.
What?
Why would you wanna do that?
Maybe because you're such a doormat.
You let everyone walk all over you,
your husband, your kids, Bonnie.
I... I don't understand why that would make you wanna kill me?
I thought it was because I hated you,
but maybe I just wanted to put you out of your misery.
I think I wanted to kill you because I came from you.
Whatever is in you must also be in me.
I wanted to kill the part of myself
that scares me the most.
Whoa.
You're mad at me.
IHOP must be a rabbit's favorite restaurant, right?
Yeah.
You're gonna get us kicked out of here.
Thanks for sharing.
That was hard to hear, but it's okay.
I'm your mom, and my job is to love you
to the moon and back, no matter what.
Do you feel that?
Yeah, I do.
Good. Then I'm doing my job.
And all you gotta do is just be a kid.
We ordered omelets.
Oh, no, no. This is good, though. This is good.
Better than what we ordered. Yay.
No, no, I'm just joking. I'm not gonna.
No, you can. It's just a silly game.
Okay.
Ahhh!
- Mama! Mama, I'm sorry! - Oh, God!
- Gotcha. - Mom. Whoa.
Where has this Lois been?
Yeah, I should let her come out more.
I didn't used to be so uptight, you know.
- I... I used to be crazy and fun. - Really?
I... I shouldn't be telling you this, but once in college...
This is nuts. Okay.
Well, my friends and I, we stayed up till 1:00 in the morning,
playing Jimmy Crack Corn with spoons on the bathroom sink.
O... Okay?
Yeah. It was just, like, really crazy.
Hey, we should get back at Bonnie
for how mean she always is to you.
Yes!
I'll go get spoons.
Do you know Jimmy Crack Corn? I can teach you.
We'll sing it so loud.
No, no. Just follow my lead.
I wanted to get that out of the way.
Bonnie gives you crap, we give her crap.
- Griffin style. - Uh...
I'm not gonna be able to go.
Mom, I've known you since I was a baby.
You try too hard with everything.
You're wound so tightly.
Just let it go, babe. Just let it...
I did it!
I just let it go.
Yes, the movie popcorn and IHOP
probably get an assist.
What a night.
We should go on a trip, like to Tuscany or something.
Oh. Like an Eat Pray Love.
Yeah, like a... like a mom and son pisghetti trip.
Want another Oreo?
Ah!
Gotcha!
Oh. You remember your Oreo tantrum earlier?
You know, my tantrums are never about the thing they're about.
Oh. What do you mean?
It's a generalized lack of control.
I have no autonomy. I'm on everyone else's schedule.
Stewie, I see you. I hear you.
And I feel the same way.
- All adults do. - They do?
I mean, I'm not strapped in a car seat, but I may as well be.
Every day it's shopping,
chores, cleaning, repeat.
So, it's not just me?
Thanks, Mom.
Oh, I love you, sweetie.
So, you're not gonna kill me, right?
Not anytime soon.
Joe! Why are there three human poos on our lawn?
Two of them aren't mine.
Why am I on the floor?
- Why are you here? - Why am I in Stewie's room?
I don't remember anything.
This is like The Hangover with Justin Bartha.
Yeah, nobody thinks of it like that.
Oh, there you are.
I have no memory of what happened last night.
Yet, I have the strangest feeling
that Stewie and I, we shared something special.
Pancakes, please.
Yes, it's strange, Rupert, but I feel the same way.
Something changed with us.
I think this is a whole new beginning.
Uh-uh-uh. Too early, little guy.
Oh, my God. What is wrong with you?
It's just Oreos.
Well, I guess we'll always have whatever last night was.
We're out of your Tom's of Maine Rough and Dry Baby Wipes.
I'll order more.
I'm gonna kill her.
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