Family Guy (1998–…): Season 19, Episode 19 - Family Cat - full transcript
Meg adopts a cat that Brian believes is evil.
♪ It seems today
that all you see ♪
♪ Is violence in movies
and sex on TV ♪
♪ But where are those
good old-fashioned values ♪
♪ On which we used to rely? ♪
♪ Lucky there's a family guy ♪
♪ Lucky there's a man
who positively can do ♪
♪ All the things that make us ♪
♪ Laugh and cry ♪
♪ He's... a...
Fam... ily... Guy! ♪
We now return
to House Hunters: Westeros.
I love it. Sold!
Be warned, Khaleesi.
The fourth bedroom has
no point of egress.
And the HOA is known to be...
unmerciful.
- Shame.
Shame.
Trash cans must be off the curb
by 10:00 a.m.!
And pick up after your dragons!
Hey, can somebody change
the channel?
I'll watch anything except these
stupid home renovation shows.
-What's wrong with them?
-Besides their lack of Kermits?
Lots of things. It's mindless,
cookie-cutter entertainment
for wish-fulfillment nobodies.
And the more I watch
these stupid shows,
the more I realize
I really love 'em.
Oh, my God-- me, too!
It's the only thing
I watch on planes.
No! Why would they pick that
house over the ranch-style?
It's close to the city center,
which, according
to these shows, is important.
You know, I bet we could do
our own HGTV show.
If those Property Husbands can
do it, we can do it.
They're brothers, Cleveland.
They're husbands.
Are you guys suggesting
we make our own show
instead of going to the doctor
for our lethally high
blood pressure?
-Uh, y-you could easily do both.
-One or the other.
Let's do it. It'll be fun.
And, you know, we haven't done
anything together
since we rode that ride
at the amusement park.
I feel like, uh, I might be
too heavy for this ride.
No, no, they account for all
types of people. You're fine.
--Aah! Help!
I'm too heavy!
Glenn! I'm too heavy!
I'm too heavy, Mr. Quagmire!
I'm too heavy!
I'm too heavy, Glenn!
I'm too heavy.
I'm too heavy.
I'm too heavy.
Why are you wearing that?
Did you go to that John Popper
estate sale?
No, me and the guys are
doing our own HGTV show.
What?! I'm a mom!
I love those shows!
I would've done that with you.
I'm just sitting here,
reading a blank book.
When it's not my story,
they give me empty books.
Sorry, we already shot
our first one. Check it out.
This week on Kitchen House,
the kitchen boys take on
a four-bed,
three-bath craftsman
and transform it into a
nonsense seven-kitch', no-bath.
But first they meet
with some new clients
looking to make updates
to an old family home.
Okay, the first thing I'd do
is take down this wall
to open up the kitchen.
Just make this
whole room a kitchen.
And then
I'm gonna gut this bathroom,
pull out all the toilets
and make it a kitchen.
Same thing upstairs.
And in the master.
So, we won't have any toilets?
Well, sinks are
basically toilets.
I mean, th-they're both just
holes with water.
But it feels different.
I can show you and you'll see
there's a very
minimal difference.
Uh, I just don't think I can go
to the bathroom in a sink.
That's what everyone says
until they do it once.
And then you realize they're
both just holes with water.
-Why do you keep saying that?
-Because it's true.
Now, let me walk you through
my thoughts on the garage.
You see where
that car is parked?
Imagine that, all kitchen.
♪ Five front doors. ♪
So, the first thing I think
when I look at this house is
"Not enough front doors."
And before you ask,
this is in no way related
to any OCD compulsion I have
about needing doors
to correspond to each weekday.
Now, let's go buy
some doors and big hammers.
♪ Five front doors. ♪
Okay, we got our doors
and big hammers.
Now it's time for
my favorite part of every job:
the demo.
Are you sure Lois said
this is okay?
Yeah, yeah, it's
five front doors, Cleveland.
It makes sense.
All right, start on five:
one, two, three, four, five!
What the hell
are you doing, Peter?!
Five front doors, Lois!
Damn it! Did you stop taking
your OCD meds?
They don't make me
feel creative.
Five front doors!
Are you gonna at least fix
this huge hole in our wall?
I mean, we're one step away
from being
a blue-tarp-on-the-house family,
and that's always been
my line in the sand.
I'm gonna do
what all husbands do
when they screw
something up:
tuck my penis high
between my butt
and hire a professional
to fix it for me.
I can't wait to own a house.
Hey! This is my house!
I'm gonna jump
forward but backwards
to show you how serious I am!
Oh, hi.
If I knew my lap was
gonna have visitors,
I would have changed
my rowing underwear.
Rowing, huh?
What are you, the cox?
Aw, she's so cute.
Can I keep her?
Ah, I don't know.
Can she set up a cutaway?
Can I help you?
And just like that,
the Griffins have a cat.
Morning, fam.
What is that thing
still doing here?
That thing's name is Pouncey.
And she's my cat now.
What do you think, Pounce?
Want to split a can of tuna?
One can of toon, Ma.
Keep the water.
This suits her.
But we're a dog family.
You guys are okay with this?
I stopped making decisions
for this family
when you bought that Roomba
to replace me.
Living room complete.
Thank you, Roomba.
You'll never be their mother!
I-I just feel like I should have
been consulted on this decision
to bring my natural enemy
into the house.
They may seem like good pets,
but they always have
ulterior motives.
Well, I think having a cat
will be good for Meg.
You'll get used to it, Brian.
Just like I got used to
Peter's extra pinky finger.
To another 20 years
of marital bliss.
Cheers, my love.
Oh...
Ugh, that finger stinks.
I'm still learning
to wipe with it, my love.
What day is it?
Is it the Purge?
That's not a real thing.
All right,
then you answer the door.
Chris, answer the door.
Hello, Christopher.
May I come in?
I don't know,
I'm just "a dumb kid."
Or at least that's what I'm told
when I ask for fun things.
I want a Zippo!
You'll burn things.
Yeah! I know!
Cool, just put that
on my puzzle.
I never liked this string bean.
What's going on, Quagmire?
Before families can
officially adopt a cat,
someone needs to make sure
the animal is being placed
in a loving
and safe environment.
That someone is me.
Is this necessary? You know us.
Good people can still be
bad cat owners, Lois.
-Ever heard of Eric Hoernel?
-No.
Oh. Well, that--
that would have helped
my point a little bit more.
Before I begin,
may I see the cat?
Hi, you.
Oh... such a sweetheart.
Oh. You. Are. Why.
I. Give. Up. My. Sundays.
Okay. Now I'm gonna walk
through the house
and make sure
everything's cat-friendly.
Okay, this is a problem
right here.
Kind of in this whole area.
Your front windows
are west-facing. That's good.
Will make for very cozy
afternoon sun naps.
Still getting a pretty
bad vibe from over here.
Lastly, catnip is
a Class B narcotic.
It is a drug.
It is a drug.
Yeah, we don't-- we don't keep
any of that stuff around.
Great. Adoption approved.
Did you hear that, Pouncey?
You're officially mine.
Here are all
your adoption papers.
It has everything you need
to know about owning a cat.
Standard stuff like
what to feed 'em, local vets,
toxoplasmosis, blah, blah, blah.
Wait, what's toxoplasmosis?
Oh, it's nothing. Just a
parasite found in cat feces.
If it gets in your bloodstream,
it can make people
a little crazy.
It's really nothing
to worry about
unless you're an owner
like Eric Hoernel.
Again, we don't know who he is.
Oh, right.
Well, he wasn't good.
Anyway, congratulations.
Aah! Who put up this tripwire?!
Puzzling, isn't it?
Welcome, everybody,
to this year's talent show.
And to whomever wrote
"hot balls" on my forehead
while I napped in my car,
I will find you.
I will find you very soon.
Our first performer today
is Meg Griffin.
♪ Meow ♪
♪ Meow ♪
-♪ Heh ♪
-♪ Meow... ♪
This is worse.
Ah! Cat butt!
What do I do? Where do I look?
What do I do?
Oh, thank God.
I almost looked right at it.
Ah! I looked right at it!
Oh, it looks like
a worn-out dartboard bull's-eye!
How was Michael Jackson
so into this?
All right, nobody's home.
Time to go down to the...
Oh, hello.
Look, I'm-I'm just trying
to go downstairs, all right?
I don't want any trouble.
Okay. Good talk.
Having a hard time
getting a read
on what you're gonna do here.
Oh, my God,
I'm totally in your head.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
stop the clock, you can talk?
Uh, yeah. All cats can talk.
We just choose not to respond.
To anything. Ever.
So, you choose to be dicks?
Yeah. It's hilarious.
Humans are masochists, man.
You should see how many toys
they've bought me.
Haven't played with one.
I just sit in the box.
I knew you didn't really care
about this family or Meg.
-So?
-So?
Pets are supposed to care
about their owners.
Cats aren't pets.
Humans are the pets.
And I have big plans for Meg.
Yeah?
Not if I expose you first.
It's so cute how you still think
you're their favorite pet.
You've been replaced, bub.
I am still this family's dog,
and I'm not gonna back down
to some cat.
"Fate whispers to the dog, 'You
cannot withstand the storm.'
- The dog replies, 'I am...'" Ow.
- "The dog replies,
'I am the...'" Ow.
- "'I am the...'" Ow.
-"'I am the...'" Ow.
"'I am the...'" Ow.
Well, I'd say this is a
purr-fect way
to spend a Friday night.
Ooh, I'm gonna comment that.
Hello, it's Instacart.
I have your $170 worth
of ice cream.
Promo code: lonely.
Stewie, I got to talk to you.
Sure, what's up?
We were just reading.
Kitty cat.
That's what I wanted
to talk about.
She's lying to everyone, Stewie.
Did you know she can talk?
Yeah. We were just
discussing our book
about Chinese communism
with Chairman Mayo.
- Mao.
-You're right, you're right.
Sorry, sorry.
No, I mean she can really talk.
She told me
that she is using the family
for some kind of cat plan.
Brian, have you been
watching flat Earth videos?
Those always
make you mistrustful.
I'm serious, Stewie.
And there are actually
some flat Earth models
that aren't completely idiotic.
Look, I can't do this right now.
We're pretty into our book
about Chairman Mayo.
- Mao.
- -Sorry, sorry.
Get out of here, Brian,
you're messing me up.
Meg, I need to talk to you
about Pouncey.
It is my duty
as this family's dog
to protect it
when I sense danger.
And I sense danger with Pouncey.
Look, you may be our family dog,
but you've never really
been my dog.
I'm a punching bag
at school and at home.
And there were some days where
I could have really used a dog
to help cheer me up.
And where were you?
Hanging out with Dad
or-or Chris or Stewie
for your little
time travel adventures.
You know about the time machine?
Yeah, my room's right next door.
That thing's loud as.
I have a new pet now.
One that's there for me
when I need her.
Unlike you.
Okay. I see.
You have a microwave
in your room?
Yeah, I got tired
of people groaning
every time I went
into the kitchen.
Oh. You got, uh,
Redenbacher's up in there?
-Yeah.
-Oh, word?
Brian, stop trying
to sound young.
Okay, Booger.
- Boomer.
-Boomer.
You make me so happy, Pouncey.
This is gonna sound weird,
but do you want to dance?
This is fun, right?
Whoa, did this just get
super hot?
You're mine now, Meg.
Ow.
I like "ow."
Hey. Whoa, weird.
Sorry to interrupt.
I'm just cleaning my cleats.
Cats, kittens and cats.
Cat lady. Lots of plastic bags.
Tissues in-in my sleeves.
Velcro sneakers.
Funny dish towels.
Good.
Come, Meg. It's time to go.
Say goodbye to Meg.
--Who's Ned?
Knock-knock? Meg, you in there?
Look, I just wanted to apologize
for the other day.
Hello?
What the hell does this say?
- Oh, my God.
- She left, didn't she?
-Quagmire?
-I heard everything you were
saying about Pouncey, Brian,
and you were right
to be concerned.
I knew it. Wait, how did you
hear everything I said?
I put a cat-cam in your house.
It was a repurposed shower-cam.
It's standard cat adoption
procedure.
-Is it? Really?
-Yep. Yep.
-The agency knew about it?
-Yep.
-Because it seems weird that...
-Let it go, you prude.
We're losing valuable time.
Sometimes cats do have
ulterior motives.
Sometimes, when they find
the right person,
they enslave them
to do their bidding
for the rest of their lives.
Someone to take care of all the
feral cats in a neighborhood.
A crazy cat lady?
-That's right.
-How do they do that?
Their poop. Toxoplasmosis.
It can make people act crazy.
It's a real thing
discovered by this guy.
Oh, dear God.
So what you're saying
is that everyone who likes cats
only likes them
because they literally
have crap in their brain?
-That's correct.
-And people who like dogs
just like 'em
because they're chill as hell?
-That's correct.
-Wow, what a bulletproof fact.
There's still time to save Meg.
There's a big house on
the loneliest block in Quahog.
You can find her there.
But go quick.
Once she puts on the fuzzy
sweater, it's too late.
You're not gonna come with me?
I can't.
--They have me, too.
Go, Brian, get out of here.
I'll be right back.
I'm gonna save our Meg.
Who the hell is Ned?
You're doing great, Meg.
Yeah, I feel good.
Like I belong here.
-Will I get used to the...?
-You'll get used
to the smell, yes.
Let her go. Ooh, oh, it stinks.
It's too late, Brian.
Years of ridicule and neglect
have brought me here.
This is my destiny.
Yes, it is.
She needs us and we need her.
And I'm not gonna let you
get in the way.
Now I'm gonna make you watch
as you lose her forever.
Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement.
-What?
-It's from Cats, you idiot.
- Oh, word?
- Brian.
Meg, you have your whole life
ahead of you.
Cats are amazing.
But they're also complete dicks.
And you're too young
to give it all up for them.
You have a family and a dog
who care about you.
I don't. I have nothing.
I should be the cat lady.
Give me the sweater.
Quagmire, no.
It's okay, Brian.
I'm already gone.
♪ Look, a new day ♪
♪ Has begun. ♪
Looks like you were right
about cats, Brian.
I'm sorry I didn't
listen to you.
You're a good dog.
No, I haven't been
a very good dog to you.
But that's gonna change.
Starting now, I'm gonna be
the best darn dog I can be.
Me and the peanut butter
are heading up.
See you in seven minutes.
Chunky's kind of
a weird choice, yeah?
-Yep.
-Should I pause Hawaii Five-O?
Nah, just watch it
but don't delete it.
that all you see ♪
♪ Is violence in movies
and sex on TV ♪
♪ But where are those
good old-fashioned values ♪
♪ On which we used to rely? ♪
♪ Lucky there's a family guy ♪
♪ Lucky there's a man
who positively can do ♪
♪ All the things that make us ♪
♪ Laugh and cry ♪
♪ He's... a...
Fam... ily... Guy! ♪
We now return
to House Hunters: Westeros.
I love it. Sold!
Be warned, Khaleesi.
The fourth bedroom has
no point of egress.
And the HOA is known to be...
unmerciful.
- Shame.
Shame.
Trash cans must be off the curb
by 10:00 a.m.!
And pick up after your dragons!
Hey, can somebody change
the channel?
I'll watch anything except these
stupid home renovation shows.
-What's wrong with them?
-Besides their lack of Kermits?
Lots of things. It's mindless,
cookie-cutter entertainment
for wish-fulfillment nobodies.
And the more I watch
these stupid shows,
the more I realize
I really love 'em.
Oh, my God-- me, too!
It's the only thing
I watch on planes.
No! Why would they pick that
house over the ranch-style?
It's close to the city center,
which, according
to these shows, is important.
You know, I bet we could do
our own HGTV show.
If those Property Husbands can
do it, we can do it.
They're brothers, Cleveland.
They're husbands.
Are you guys suggesting
we make our own show
instead of going to the doctor
for our lethally high
blood pressure?
-Uh, y-you could easily do both.
-One or the other.
Let's do it. It'll be fun.
And, you know, we haven't done
anything together
since we rode that ride
at the amusement park.
I feel like, uh, I might be
too heavy for this ride.
No, no, they account for all
types of people. You're fine.
--Aah! Help!
I'm too heavy!
Glenn! I'm too heavy!
I'm too heavy, Mr. Quagmire!
I'm too heavy!
I'm too heavy, Glenn!
I'm too heavy.
I'm too heavy.
I'm too heavy.
Why are you wearing that?
Did you go to that John Popper
estate sale?
No, me and the guys are
doing our own HGTV show.
What?! I'm a mom!
I love those shows!
I would've done that with you.
I'm just sitting here,
reading a blank book.
When it's not my story,
they give me empty books.
Sorry, we already shot
our first one. Check it out.
This week on Kitchen House,
the kitchen boys take on
a four-bed,
three-bath craftsman
and transform it into a
nonsense seven-kitch', no-bath.
But first they meet
with some new clients
looking to make updates
to an old family home.
Okay, the first thing I'd do
is take down this wall
to open up the kitchen.
Just make this
whole room a kitchen.
And then
I'm gonna gut this bathroom,
pull out all the toilets
and make it a kitchen.
Same thing upstairs.
And in the master.
So, we won't have any toilets?
Well, sinks are
basically toilets.
I mean, th-they're both just
holes with water.
But it feels different.
I can show you and you'll see
there's a very
minimal difference.
Uh, I just don't think I can go
to the bathroom in a sink.
That's what everyone says
until they do it once.
And then you realize they're
both just holes with water.
-Why do you keep saying that?
-Because it's true.
Now, let me walk you through
my thoughts on the garage.
You see where
that car is parked?
Imagine that, all kitchen.
♪ Five front doors. ♪
So, the first thing I think
when I look at this house is
"Not enough front doors."
And before you ask,
this is in no way related
to any OCD compulsion I have
about needing doors
to correspond to each weekday.
Now, let's go buy
some doors and big hammers.
♪ Five front doors. ♪
Okay, we got our doors
and big hammers.
Now it's time for
my favorite part of every job:
the demo.
Are you sure Lois said
this is okay?
Yeah, yeah, it's
five front doors, Cleveland.
It makes sense.
All right, start on five:
one, two, three, four, five!
What the hell
are you doing, Peter?!
Five front doors, Lois!
Damn it! Did you stop taking
your OCD meds?
They don't make me
feel creative.
Five front doors!
Are you gonna at least fix
this huge hole in our wall?
I mean, we're one step away
from being
a blue-tarp-on-the-house family,
and that's always been
my line in the sand.
I'm gonna do
what all husbands do
when they screw
something up:
tuck my penis high
between my butt
and hire a professional
to fix it for me.
I can't wait to own a house.
Hey! This is my house!
I'm gonna jump
forward but backwards
to show you how serious I am!
Oh, hi.
If I knew my lap was
gonna have visitors,
I would have changed
my rowing underwear.
Rowing, huh?
What are you, the cox?
Aw, she's so cute.
Can I keep her?
Ah, I don't know.
Can she set up a cutaway?
Can I help you?
And just like that,
the Griffins have a cat.
Morning, fam.
What is that thing
still doing here?
That thing's name is Pouncey.
And she's my cat now.
What do you think, Pounce?
Want to split a can of tuna?
One can of toon, Ma.
Keep the water.
This suits her.
But we're a dog family.
You guys are okay with this?
I stopped making decisions
for this family
when you bought that Roomba
to replace me.
Living room complete.
Thank you, Roomba.
You'll never be their mother!
I-I just feel like I should have
been consulted on this decision
to bring my natural enemy
into the house.
They may seem like good pets,
but they always have
ulterior motives.
Well, I think having a cat
will be good for Meg.
You'll get used to it, Brian.
Just like I got used to
Peter's extra pinky finger.
To another 20 years
of marital bliss.
Cheers, my love.
Oh...
Ugh, that finger stinks.
I'm still learning
to wipe with it, my love.
What day is it?
Is it the Purge?
That's not a real thing.
All right,
then you answer the door.
Chris, answer the door.
Hello, Christopher.
May I come in?
I don't know,
I'm just "a dumb kid."
Or at least that's what I'm told
when I ask for fun things.
I want a Zippo!
You'll burn things.
Yeah! I know!
Cool, just put that
on my puzzle.
I never liked this string bean.
What's going on, Quagmire?
Before families can
officially adopt a cat,
someone needs to make sure
the animal is being placed
in a loving
and safe environment.
That someone is me.
Is this necessary? You know us.
Good people can still be
bad cat owners, Lois.
-Ever heard of Eric Hoernel?
-No.
Oh. Well, that--
that would have helped
my point a little bit more.
Before I begin,
may I see the cat?
Hi, you.
Oh... such a sweetheart.
Oh. You. Are. Why.
I. Give. Up. My. Sundays.
Okay. Now I'm gonna walk
through the house
and make sure
everything's cat-friendly.
Okay, this is a problem
right here.
Kind of in this whole area.
Your front windows
are west-facing. That's good.
Will make for very cozy
afternoon sun naps.
Still getting a pretty
bad vibe from over here.
Lastly, catnip is
a Class B narcotic.
It is a drug.
It is a drug.
Yeah, we don't-- we don't keep
any of that stuff around.
Great. Adoption approved.
Did you hear that, Pouncey?
You're officially mine.
Here are all
your adoption papers.
It has everything you need
to know about owning a cat.
Standard stuff like
what to feed 'em, local vets,
toxoplasmosis, blah, blah, blah.
Wait, what's toxoplasmosis?
Oh, it's nothing. Just a
parasite found in cat feces.
If it gets in your bloodstream,
it can make people
a little crazy.
It's really nothing
to worry about
unless you're an owner
like Eric Hoernel.
Again, we don't know who he is.
Oh, right.
Well, he wasn't good.
Anyway, congratulations.
Aah! Who put up this tripwire?!
Puzzling, isn't it?
Welcome, everybody,
to this year's talent show.
And to whomever wrote
"hot balls" on my forehead
while I napped in my car,
I will find you.
I will find you very soon.
Our first performer today
is Meg Griffin.
♪ Meow ♪
♪ Meow ♪
-♪ Heh ♪
-♪ Meow... ♪
This is worse.
Ah! Cat butt!
What do I do? Where do I look?
What do I do?
Oh, thank God.
I almost looked right at it.
Ah! I looked right at it!
Oh, it looks like
a worn-out dartboard bull's-eye!
How was Michael Jackson
so into this?
All right, nobody's home.
Time to go down to the...
Oh, hello.
Look, I'm-I'm just trying
to go downstairs, all right?
I don't want any trouble.
Okay. Good talk.
Having a hard time
getting a read
on what you're gonna do here.
Oh, my God,
I'm totally in your head.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
stop the clock, you can talk?
Uh, yeah. All cats can talk.
We just choose not to respond.
To anything. Ever.
So, you choose to be dicks?
Yeah. It's hilarious.
Humans are masochists, man.
You should see how many toys
they've bought me.
Haven't played with one.
I just sit in the box.
I knew you didn't really care
about this family or Meg.
-So?
-So?
Pets are supposed to care
about their owners.
Cats aren't pets.
Humans are the pets.
And I have big plans for Meg.
Yeah?
Not if I expose you first.
It's so cute how you still think
you're their favorite pet.
You've been replaced, bub.
I am still this family's dog,
and I'm not gonna back down
to some cat.
"Fate whispers to the dog, 'You
cannot withstand the storm.'
- The dog replies, 'I am...'" Ow.
- "The dog replies,
'I am the...'" Ow.
- "'I am the...'" Ow.
-"'I am the...'" Ow.
"'I am the...'" Ow.
Well, I'd say this is a
purr-fect way
to spend a Friday night.
Ooh, I'm gonna comment that.
Hello, it's Instacart.
I have your $170 worth
of ice cream.
Promo code: lonely.
Stewie, I got to talk to you.
Sure, what's up?
We were just reading.
Kitty cat.
That's what I wanted
to talk about.
She's lying to everyone, Stewie.
Did you know she can talk?
Yeah. We were just
discussing our book
about Chinese communism
with Chairman Mayo.
- Mao.
-You're right, you're right.
Sorry, sorry.
No, I mean she can really talk.
She told me
that she is using the family
for some kind of cat plan.
Brian, have you been
watching flat Earth videos?
Those always
make you mistrustful.
I'm serious, Stewie.
And there are actually
some flat Earth models
that aren't completely idiotic.
Look, I can't do this right now.
We're pretty into our book
about Chairman Mayo.
- Mao.
- -Sorry, sorry.
Get out of here, Brian,
you're messing me up.
Meg, I need to talk to you
about Pouncey.
It is my duty
as this family's dog
to protect it
when I sense danger.
And I sense danger with Pouncey.
Look, you may be our family dog,
but you've never really
been my dog.
I'm a punching bag
at school and at home.
And there were some days where
I could have really used a dog
to help cheer me up.
And where were you?
Hanging out with Dad
or-or Chris or Stewie
for your little
time travel adventures.
You know about the time machine?
Yeah, my room's right next door.
That thing's loud as.
I have a new pet now.
One that's there for me
when I need her.
Unlike you.
Okay. I see.
You have a microwave
in your room?
Yeah, I got tired
of people groaning
every time I went
into the kitchen.
Oh. You got, uh,
Redenbacher's up in there?
-Yeah.
-Oh, word?
Brian, stop trying
to sound young.
Okay, Booger.
- Boomer.
-Boomer.
You make me so happy, Pouncey.
This is gonna sound weird,
but do you want to dance?
This is fun, right?
Whoa, did this just get
super hot?
You're mine now, Meg.
Ow.
I like "ow."
Hey. Whoa, weird.
Sorry to interrupt.
I'm just cleaning my cleats.
Cats, kittens and cats.
Cat lady. Lots of plastic bags.
Tissues in-in my sleeves.
Velcro sneakers.
Funny dish towels.
Good.
Come, Meg. It's time to go.
Say goodbye to Meg.
--Who's Ned?
Knock-knock? Meg, you in there?
Look, I just wanted to apologize
for the other day.
Hello?
What the hell does this say?
- Oh, my God.
- She left, didn't she?
-Quagmire?
-I heard everything you were
saying about Pouncey, Brian,
and you were right
to be concerned.
I knew it. Wait, how did you
hear everything I said?
I put a cat-cam in your house.
It was a repurposed shower-cam.
It's standard cat adoption
procedure.
-Is it? Really?
-Yep. Yep.
-The agency knew about it?
-Yep.
-Because it seems weird that...
-Let it go, you prude.
We're losing valuable time.
Sometimes cats do have
ulterior motives.
Sometimes, when they find
the right person,
they enslave them
to do their bidding
for the rest of their lives.
Someone to take care of all the
feral cats in a neighborhood.
A crazy cat lady?
-That's right.
-How do they do that?
Their poop. Toxoplasmosis.
It can make people act crazy.
It's a real thing
discovered by this guy.
Oh, dear God.
So what you're saying
is that everyone who likes cats
only likes them
because they literally
have crap in their brain?
-That's correct.
-And people who like dogs
just like 'em
because they're chill as hell?
-That's correct.
-Wow, what a bulletproof fact.
There's still time to save Meg.
There's a big house on
the loneliest block in Quahog.
You can find her there.
But go quick.
Once she puts on the fuzzy
sweater, it's too late.
You're not gonna come with me?
I can't.
--They have me, too.
Go, Brian, get out of here.
I'll be right back.
I'm gonna save our Meg.
Who the hell is Ned?
You're doing great, Meg.
Yeah, I feel good.
Like I belong here.
-Will I get used to the...?
-You'll get used
to the smell, yes.
Let her go. Ooh, oh, it stinks.
It's too late, Brian.
Years of ridicule and neglect
have brought me here.
This is my destiny.
Yes, it is.
She needs us and we need her.
And I'm not gonna let you
get in the way.
Now I'm gonna make you watch
as you lose her forever.
Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement.
-What?
-It's from Cats, you idiot.
- Oh, word?
- Brian.
Meg, you have your whole life
ahead of you.
Cats are amazing.
But they're also complete dicks.
And you're too young
to give it all up for them.
You have a family and a dog
who care about you.
I don't. I have nothing.
I should be the cat lady.
Give me the sweater.
Quagmire, no.
It's okay, Brian.
I'm already gone.
♪ Look, a new day ♪
♪ Has begun. ♪
Looks like you were right
about cats, Brian.
I'm sorry I didn't
listen to you.
You're a good dog.
No, I haven't been
a very good dog to you.
But that's gonna change.
Starting now, I'm gonna be
the best darn dog I can be.
Me and the peanut butter
are heading up.
See you in seven minutes.
Chunky's kind of
a weird choice, yeah?
-Yep.
-Should I pause Hawaii Five-O?
Nah, just watch it
but don't delete it.