Lois Griffin Dragoness

>"Sure, Quagmire! Invading Denmark will be easy! Just like that time I laid a giant dragon!"
>Lois paced back and forth out of annoyance...or at least she would be able to if she was small enough. Peter had somehow convinced her to be part of Dr. Hartman's crazy gene splicing idea. Inspired aftter the sixteenth night in a row of watching the Island of Dr. Moreau (and 750 dollars later, all of which was meant for Meg's college fund), she was now a dragoness. She rolled her eyes at her husband's stupidity, hearing him grunt from the bathroom...a different kind of grunting than usual. Finally, he stepped out and Lois sighed internally. Peter was dressed in a imitation of a knight's outfit; one so cheap that Don Quixote would deem it to be shoddy. "OK, Lois!" Peter cheered out, "I'm ready to lay the dragon!" "Honestly, Peter..." Lois sighed, brushing a claw through her red hair "Your foreplay ideas are becoming too complicated for me." "Well, then" Peter replied and quickly pulled out a lance with a sextoy attached to the end of it "will THIS change your mind?!" "No, Peter. And where the hell did you get that?!" "Quagmire." "Figures." Suddenly, a loud noise hit their bedroom window. Peter ran over to the noise, hoping it was an ice cream truck. Unfortunately, there was no ice cream truck but there were two other dragonesses; a pink one with blonde hair and a white one with black hair who was looking quite perturbed at the two of them. "Are you the guy who sent that package to my husband?!" The pink dragoness cried out as the white one nodded. "Uh...it was...Tom Cruise? Yeah, yeah, it was definitely him who sent that dragoness stuff!" Peter lied, kicking a large box in the closet. "Oh. Well, thank you. Stan, bring us back to the damn plane! We've got to go to Hollywood!" Francine yelled as the two of them trudged off, following an FBI van. Lois narrowed her eyes at her husband: "Peter...how many of those packages did you send out?"