Stan was in the process of making cereal as he was trying to think of his great night at work, with Steve walking in, glancing at Stan.

"...Dad? Why are you in your underwear?" Steve asked as he rubbed the back of his head.

Stan sighed as he placed down the spoon he was holding, glancing at Steve as he folded his arms together. "Because your mother is having flatulent problems. And it's keeping me from getting on my last nerves."

Francine walked in, dressing up like Hayley as she smirked at Stan, blowing a kiss to him. "Can't handle the stink, don't do the think." She then walked by, sticking out her butt at Stan as she farted a brassy poot at Stan, laughing as she kept walking.

Stan growled as he chucked the bow of cereal at Francine, causing her to turn around as her eyes turned into red hot flames, screaming as she jumped on Stan, slashing at him. Stan screamed in pain as Francine proceeded to fart on him, with Steve watching in disbelief as he got a boner.

"I'm not even gonna say anything." Roger stated as he walked by, wearing Francine's regular dress.

Cue laugh track.

THE REAL END