Movin' In With Quagmire

Keeping His Style

Throughout the week, Peter begged Lois to cancel the hair appointment but Lois responded with a "No."

"Please, Lois. Let me keep my hair like this," Peter begged.

"For the last fricken time," Lois said rather annoyed, "You are getting your hair changed back and that's final. So shut up and get used to it."

Peter then thought miserably, Whatever shall I do to keep my Miley Cyrus haircut. An idea then popped into his head. Wait I know.

So that Wednesday of Peter's hair appointment, Lois shouted to Peter, who was upstairs,

"PETER! IT'S TWO O' CLOCK. THAT MEANS IT'S TIME FOR YOUR HAIR APPOINTMENT! LET'S GET IN THE CAR!"

"BUT I'M NOT READY!" Peter shouted back.

Lois then said, "WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE TO DO?"

"I AM STILL TAKING MY SHOWER!" Peter shouted.

"WELL HURRY THE FRICK UP!" Lois said, "OR YOU WILL MISS YOUR APPOINTMENT!"

Thirty minutes later, Lois got tired of waiting for Peter. She thought, Ugh what is taking him so long? I better see what the holdup is.

She then marched up the stairs and went into the bedroom; no signe went to the bathroom, where Peter was hiding behind the curtain. When he saw Lois walk in, Peter let out a scream,

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"PETER, GET OUT OF THE SHOWER AND GET DRESSED!" Lois said furiously.

Peter replied, "But I don't have anything clean to wear."

Lois then responded, "I just did laundry yesterday. You should have plenty of clothes to wear."

"You don't believe me Lois. My closet and drawers are empty," Peter said.

Lois then said, "Let me see."

Peter then followed her to their bedroom. Lois saw the empty closet and drawers.

"Peter, what happened?" Lois asked.

"I don't know," Peter responded, "You may have to wash some clothes of mine."

Lois then said, "There's no time. Just find the least dirtiest thing that you have to wear, put it on and after the hair appointment we will wash some -" She then sniffed, in which was an unpleasant odor. "Peter, what is that smell?!"

"Oh yeah," Peter said, "It's coming from the hamper."

Lois then walked to the hamper to find all of Peter's clothes, in which they were covered in poop.

"Peter, you crapped on your clothes?!" Lois said rather shocked.

Peter responded, "The toilet wasn't working."

Lois then did a facepalm, "Dear lord, Peter. What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Shit," Peter answered, "That's what's gotten into me. A whole lot of shit."

"Evidently," Lois responded, "Ugh, I better cancel the appointment."

"YAY!" Peter exclaimed, "THAT MEANS I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CYRUS HAIRCUT!"

Lois then tried to say, "Um Peter-" but Peter just ran downstairs with excitement singing,

"I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CUT! I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CUT! WOOOO! HOOOOO!"

Meg then walked in the same room as Peter was in and said, "Um Dad, why the hell are you naked, again?"

"Shut up, Meg," Peter said, "I am trying to celebrate the fact that your mom canceled my hair appointment."

He then did a cartwheel, only to bump his head on the wall.

"OW! DAMN IT! That really hurt like hell. Anyway," he said. Getting up, he then sang, "I GET TO KEEP MY MILEY CUT!"

Peter then went to Meg's newly repaired room. Before hand, the hole in the house finally got fixed.

Peter grabbed some clothes from her closet, and squeezed into them.

Just as Meg entered and saw her dad, she said, "Dad, what are you doing in my room, putting on my clothes?"

"Now Meg," Peter began, "Sharing is caring. Did you not remember that? We are family and families share."

"But Dad, you are wearing my clothes," Meg pointed.

"Shut up, Meg," Peter responded, "I'm going out and all of my clothes have crap on them, so I am wearing your clothes. Deal with it!" As soon as Peter was dressed, he left Meg's room and went out.