Family Guy Stewie Wheres My Money Episode Novels & Stories

“Oh my God not now we don’t have the trust funds.” I sniffed heavily and shut my eyes to gain virtue. “Things are getting tougher, Eva. I am getting weary by the day. The bag of money we hid under my bed suddenly got missing without any clue of who stole it. Isn’t it better for the police to have found the money in my chamber than losing the money to a thief?”

“You’ll never know… unless you become one of us.” “Oh really? That’s how it works? Deal! Count me in,” I said cheerfully. “I mean, gossip and money are basically walking up to me, why would I say no?” Gio frowned, clearly weirded out by my reaction. And honestly? I couldn’t blame him. It was kind of strange to be grinning in the face of death like it was an old friend offering me a business opportunity. But hey, can you really blame me? I need the money. Not for me, but for my mom.

So, the angry Lady Wilson stood on the balcony on the second floor as she yelled out loud, “Hannah Queen! You actually dare to steal my hard-earned money! You’ll definitely suffer a horrible death!” Wendy hurried over to Lady Wilson and asked, “What’s the matter, Grandma?” Lady Wilson cried as she said, “Your terrible and d*mned mother stole my money! My hard-earned money! She stole the money that our family of four was supposed to use so we could eat dumplings for the new year! She f*cking stole it!” “Ahhh?!” Wendy blurted out, “Grandma, what exactly is going on? Mom stole your money?”

Jack handed her the money. "This is for you, so we await your arrival tomorrow." She spoke handing him the money. "I'll be there. You have my words." Stevie also stood up and answered sincerely. A stunned Stevie stood paralyzed and watched her leave. After the Ferrari's engine could no longer be heard, his mouth curved into a funny smile, he still had no idea what he had gotten himself into, but for some reason, he felt it couldn't be something bad. Stevie looked at the money left on his desk and his heart was a mess.

“Here.” I grabbed it, eyes widening in admiration. “Wow, Joe, you really are a genius.” “Money.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the only cash I had left—a five-dollar bill. I handed it over with the biggest smile I could manage. Joe stared at it. Then he tore it in half. “Money.” His deep voice rumbled with irritation. I groaned, digging deeper and pulling out a crumpled ten-dollar bill. “That’s all I have, Joe. I swear, I’ll make it up to you someday.”

I was snapped out of my excitement as I quickly dug the wallet back into my cloth and looked up, I flashed a fake smile and continued eating. What kind of weird person goes around with a wallet full of money!? That's insane, it must be one of Killian's guards…. Or Pedro. I feel so bad for stealing, this isn't me. What would he think of me when he comes back to see me missing with his fucking money? I sighed exhaustively and continued eating the delicious macaroni and cheese served to me. "Paisley?" I froze on hearing my name, that voice sounded so familiar… ©Pop Precious

As they crossed paths, Miss Gia caught his eye and gave a subtle nod and murmured, “It’s done, and the trail is cold.” Austin halted his steps, then he reached out his hand and asked, “Are you looking for my father, Miss Gia?” Gia smiled brightly at Austin and whispered, “I have looped the funds through enough layers and jurisdictions to ensure the authorities will find nothing but a dead end. As far as the investigation is concerned, the money has vanished into thin air.” Austin smiled broadly and said, “Thank you for your hard work, Miss Gia. My Dad is recovering well.” Gia smiled, then she walked into the ICU to visit Mr Pearson.

While I was in the stair, my feet accidentally stopped when I saw my father in law talking to someone. His eyes were serious, is it only because he was busy? I noticed the little logo in the man's coat and based on how he is well dressed. Maybe an organizer? What are they talking about? I continue walking down the stair. I can't gossip. I forced myself to go to the kitchen. "Sir, the total is 12.5 billion." "The money is not a problem, I already paid for i---" Dad replied. my feet automatically stopped and I felt like my ears ring.

While I was in the stair, my feet accidentally stopped when I saw my father in law talking to someone. His eyes were serious, is it only because he was busy? I noticed the little logo in the man's coat and based on how he is well dressed. Maybe an organizer? What are they talking about? I continue walking down the stair. I can't gossip. I forced myself to go to the kitchen. "Sir, the total is 12.5 billion." "The money is not a problem, I already paid for i---" Dad replied. my feet automatically stopped and I felt like my ears ring.

Our house smells like garbage now. Is this still a house or dumped yard? “Hey! Mom is talking to you, stupid!” my haft brother pushed my head using his index finger. “Sorry.” I just said. “Right, where’s the money?” I looked at mom in surprise. “W-What money?” I asked, confused. “What? You didn’t ask that man for money!!?” Is she out of money already? Has she spent all that money that Stephen paid for? “F**k!!”