A/N: I was talking with a good friend of mine the other day about how underappreciated Meg Griffin on Family Guy and Butters Scotch on South Park are as characters and how we feel sorry for them. I know people don't like these two characters, but we do so BACK OFF! sorry, sorry :P South Park characters and themes belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker, and Family Guy belongs to Seth McFarlane. PerkyGoth14 proudly presents Griffin & Scotch!
The Griffin family was taking a car ride out of Quahog. They were going to be visiting Lois's old friend from school and her family, a husband and son. Lois was very excited, but Peter was bored as were Chris and Stewie.
"Cheer up, everyone this would be good for us to get out once in a while." Lois told her family.
"Oh, Lois, as much as I'd like to go visit some crap little mountain town, I'd rather be at the Clam with the guys laughing at other people's expense!" Peter whined like a child.
"Yeah, like Meg falling down the stairs again!" Chris suggested.
The whole Griffin family laughed at that, except for Meg who looked sour.
"Or that time Meg ran into the wall and her nose was bleeding and she had to get a blood transfusion at the hospital!" Peter added, then everyone except Meg laughed again.
"Um, what about that time Dad falls by the mailbox and skins his knee?" Meg suggested.
No one laughed then. It wasn't funny. There was now an eerie silence in the car.
"I'm just saying, isn't that funny?" the teenage girl shrugged.
"Shut up, Meg." Peter growled.
Everyone laughed again then. Meg sighed and stared out the window as the town sign came up. South Park. What adventures await the Griffin family in the little mountain town of South Park? Meg was mostly looking forward to being away from Connie Damico and other people in school for a while. She had no one to really miss and no one really missed her. Though when people missed her, it was mostly because they didn't have a 'butt monkey' as it were to kick around for a while. And that was just Meg's life, being a butt monkey, everywhere she would go. She just wished someone would like her or relate, but who could relate to her?
Meanwhile, in Lois's old friend's house, the family was getting ready. Downstairs was Linda Scotch, dusting. Stephan was vacuuming along side her. That was when Butters came home from school, looking bruised and badly beat up, complete with a black eye and bandage on his arm. "Hi Mom, hey Dad..." he weakly greeted.
"Butters, haven't we told you to not come home from school with black and blue over yourself?" Stephan scowled at his child.
"I'm sorry Dad, but the kids beat me up again!" Butters whined. "I feel like I just don't fit in with them!"
"No excuses, young man, get upstairs this instant and put on a clean shirt!" Stephan snapped.
"Huh? Why?" Butters wondered.
"My old school friend Lois Pewterschmidt is coming to visit with her family," Linda explained. "I want you to be on your best behavior for them, is that understood, Butters?"
"Oh, don't worry, Mom, I'm sure it'll be lots of fun to make some new friends instead of being a punching bag." Butters gave a small smile.
"That's the spirit, son, now get upstairs and clean yourself up!" Stephan smiled.
"Sure thing, Mom and Dad!" Butters felt better already. He then quickly went upstairs to get dressed and clean up his bruises so he wouldn't look rude for his guests.
"Didn't you say Lois had children?" Stephan asked his wife.
"Yes, she has three," Linda replied. "A daughter named Megan, a son named Chris and a little baby named Stewie!"
"Sounds adorable!" Stephan smiled. "Remember when you were pregnant with Butters?"
"Most miserable nine months of my life!" Linda laughed with Stephan.
Butters heard that. He felt offended from it. He sighed sharply, then went to his room to get ready like he promised his parents. Butters hummed his apple song as he was making himself look proper for a visitor or two. He just hoped maybe this would get his mind off school and maybe he could become friends with Meg, Chris or Stewie, or at least one out of three of them. Butters combed his hair back, but it kept flocking back to its normal self. "Oh, cheese and crackers." Butters mumbled, then took off his cyan jacket and put on a white collared shirt with a tie to look like a handsome young boy. "That should do it." Butters modeled in the mirror and giggled at himself.
Ding-Dong!
"I'll get it, it's probably Lois!" Linda said, heading for the door. She then marveled once she opened it to see Lois and her family. "Lois, darling!"
"Linda, hi!" Lois beamed and hugged Linda tight. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" she then stepped aside to show her husband. "This is Peter, my husband."
"Hello, Peter, welcome to our home." Linda greeted him.
Peter took a chug of his beer, then glared at Linda. "Lois showed me pictures of you, your boobs were bigger!"
"PEETAH!" Lois snapped at him.
"That's okay," Linda told Lois. "Ever since I gave birth to my son, I haven't been as bouncy and busty as I used to be."
"I'll say, Linda!" Stephan slapped her butt then smiled. "You must be Lois and Peter!"
"That's us," Lois smiled, then showed off her wedding ring. "I am now Mrs. Peter Griffin!"
"Isn't this great, Lois, best friends in school and now we're both married with kids!" Linda squealed.
"Where is the little guy?" Lois looked around for Butters.
"He's upstairs putting on his face." Linda replied.
"Your son has two faces!? Holy crap! He must be a special kid!" Peter gasped.
"Butters is special, but not like that, Peter." Stephan replied. "These must be your children."
Meg, Stewie, Chris, and Brian stepped in.
"Yes, these are my sons, Chris and Stewie." Peter introduced them.
"Hi!" Chris waved.
"Good afternoon." Stewie greeted casually.
"Who's the dog?" Stephan asked.
"Oh, that's my daughter, Meg." Peter said, sounding disappointed.
Meg looked at him, feeling hurt. That wasn't funny, that was just sad.
"I'm the dog, actually." Brian said.
"What's the difference?" Peter asked with a goofy grin, making everyone laugh.
Meg sighed and stared at the floor once everyone was laughing at her again. What did she ever do wrong? There can't be anyone else in the world with worse luck than her! "Umm.. hi!" Meg looked up as she heard a voice from upstairs.
It was Butters all dressed up. "Hey, everybody, my name's Butters!" the plucky blonde boy introduced himself.
"Butters?!" Peter snorted with laughter. "What? Do your parents hate you or something?" he laughed.
Butters' smile disappeared. "Um, sometimes I think they do, actually, sir."
Peter laughed out loud and pointed at him. "Hey guys, it's Butters, a little piece of crap in a little boy's body! He must get beat up in school everyday!"
Butters' eyes itched with tears. "Quit it, sir."
"Butters, that's not good manners!" Stephan scolded, putting his hands on his hips.
"Oh, sorry Dad." Butters frowned even more.
"Yeah, you better be!" Stephan growled.
"Hey, leave him alone, he never hurt anyone." Meg defended.
"Shut up, Meg." Peter glared at her.
Everyone laughed at that. Except for Butters and Meg. Butters thought it was nice Meg stood up for him, but why was her family being so mean to her?
"Meg, why don't you play with the misfit boy while we get settled?" Lois suggested, then walked off with her family, Linda, and Stephan.
"Sure Mom, whatever." Meg shrugged, then went upstairs to collect Butters. "Hey, kid?"
Butters was in his room, crying. "Oh, geez, why can't I ever make them like me? I thought parents loved their kids no matter what!"
"I know how you feel."
Butters turned to Meg. "Ya do? Aw, come on, a pretty girl like you? You probably have lots of friends in school and probably never get beaten up because you're a loser!"
Meg stepped forward, closer into his room. "I get beat up all the time, sometimes for even just standing there. You think your life is rough? I think differently."
"Yeah, right, I bet you're just tryin' to make me feel better," Butters then smiled. "It's actually working."
"Trust me Butters, I've been through this, even before I was your age," Meg sat next to him on the floor with a smile. "My parents just don't care about me no matter what. I don't have any friends."
"You don't?" Butters frowned.
"No, I don't. Sometimes I spend a lot of lonely nights in bed wondering if I should just commit suicide, run away from home, or just put myself up for adoption."
"Don't say that, Missy! Your parents would miss you!"
"Would they?" Meg emphasized that.
Butters stayed stoic and twiddled his thumbs. "I guess you're right. Why do they gotta pick on us all the time? It's not like we deserve our punishments or anything? It's not even our faults!"
"Right! Exactly! Hi, my name's Meg Griffin."
"I'm Butters Scotch," the blonde boy extended his hand.
"Butters, that's an interesting name." Meg shook his tiny hand.
"Well, my name's really Leopold, but I've been called Butters for a long time."
"It suits you better, but if you want I can call you Leopold sometime."
"Aw shucks." Butters blushed at that, looking down with his hands behind his back. He then looked back up. "Meg?"
"Yes, Butters?" Meg looked back down at him through her rounded glasses.
"I wish you lived in South Park," Butters smiled. "You and I could be friends! That is, unless you don't mind hanging around a fourth grader."
"I wouldn't mind at all," Meg smiled. "It's better than what I do back home."
"My parents are in town for some kind of cow convention tomorrow."
"My family's going there too, I don't wanna go, it sounds boring," Meg rolled her eyes. She then looked back at Butters nervously. "No offense."
"Aw, that's okay, I don't wanna go either. Hey! Why don't you babysit me?"
"Babysit? I haven't babysat since Stewie turned two and wandered off all around the world with Brian all the time."
"Your baby brother can do that?"
"He's smarter than he looks, trust me."
"Oh, I believe you, Meg," Butters smiled. "You wouldn't lie to me or hurt me."
"Yeah," Meg smiled. "You're a great kid, Butters."
"You're a great gal, Meg." Butters smiled back.
"DINNER TIME!" Linda yelled upstairs.
"Guess we better mosey on down, huh?" Butters stood from the floor.
"Yeah, I guess, come on, let's talk to our parents," Meg took his hand and walked him downstairs. "Maybe I'll get to babysit you after we talk during dinner."
"Gee wilikers Meg, I hope you become my babysitter, that would be so cool!" Butters cheered.
Meg smiled. Someone thought she was cool. Maybe all hope wasn't lost. Now Meg just wondered if this was a dream or alternate reality.