/brap/ Brapping general

[Donald]

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[Donald]

 

[Donald]

The iconic brapper duo

 

[Maya]

I brapped

 

[Xiuhcoyotl]

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[Donald]

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[Donald]

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**INT. GRIFFIN LIVING ROOM - DAY**

(The Griffin family is lounging around the living room. PETER is snoring loudly on the couch, while LOIS reads a magazine. CHRIS and MEG are playing video games, and STEWIE is tinkering with one of his gadgets. BRIAN is lying on the floor, half-asleep.)

**STEWIE**
(Smug)
Ah, another peaceful day in Quahog. It’s almost unsettling how quiet things are.

(Suddenly, the TV switches to **TOM TUCKER** on the Quahog news.)

**TOM TUCKER (ON TV)**
(Urgently)
We interrupt your program with breaking news! Quahog has just been hit by... what experts are calling... a **Brapnuke**!

(The family turns their attention to the TV, confused.)

**LOIS**
(Worried)
A Brapnuke? What’s that?

**TOM TUCKER (ON TV)**
(Dramatically)
A Brapnuke, for those unfamiliar, is a massive fart bomb—city-sized, incredibly loud, and capable of producing a smell so putrid that it can only be described as "apocalyptic." This foul explosion has no known origin, but the entire city has been affected!

**PETER**
(Excited, sitting up)
Wait, did he say fart bomb?

**BRIAN**
(Dryly)
Oh, fantastic. Another day in Quahog where things can’t just be normal.

**CHRIS**
(Confused)
Wait, where did the fart come from?

(The TV crackles again, showing scenes of Quahog in chaos. People are running through the streets, gagging and holding their noses. Smoke—or more accurately, a thick, green fog—rises above the city.)

**TOM TUCKER (ON TV)**
(Still reporting)
The Brapnuke's effects are everywhere—homes, businesses, parks... no area has been spared! The smell is unbearable, and the sound of the blast... it was heard for miles. Quahog is in crisis!

(The camera cuts to **DIANE SIMMONS**, who looks horrified as she holds a clothespin on her nose.)

**DIANE SIMMONS (ON TV)**
(Struggling to breathe)
Tom, I can barely speak. The odor is beyond description—like rotten eggs, sewage, and... oh God, gym socks!

(PETER stands up, fascinated.)

**PETER**
(Laughing)
A city-sized fart bomb?! That’s the greatest thing I’ve ever heard! Who knew farts could be so powerful?

**LOIS**
(Covering her nose)
Peter, this is serious! People are suffering! That smell is going to spread everywhere!

(A loud rumble is heard outside. The windows rattle, and a thick green mist starts seeping into the house. The family collectively gags as the noxious odor invades the living room.)

**STEWIE**
(Gagging, covering his nose)
Oh, what fresh hell is this?!

**MEG**
(Panicking)
Oh my God! It smells like... like the inside of a dumpster... at a hot dog factory!

**CHRIS**
(Clutching his stomach)
I think I’m gonna puke!

**BRIAN**
(Choking)
I... I think I can taste it... that’s not okay!

(PETER, surprisingly, seems unaffected. He inhales deeply and grins.)

**PETER**
(Happily)
Mmmm, that’s got some real character to it! Whoever did this is a genius!

**LOIS**
(Angry)
Peter! This is disgusting! How can you be enjoying this?!

**PETER**
(Laughing)
What? I appreciate a good fart! This is like the Super Bowl of farts, Lois!

(Suddenly, another loud **BRAP** reverberates through the house. The smell intensifies, and the green fog thickens. Everyone except PETER is struggling to breathe.)

**STEWIE**
(Shouting, covering his nose)
This is unbearable! We need gas masks, biohazard suits, something!

**MEG**
(Desperate)
We need to get out of here! The whole city’s covered in this stench!

**LOIS**
(Angrily)
Peter, if we stay here, we’re going to suffocate in this stink!

**PETER**
(Shrugging)
Eh, smells fine to me. You guys are just overreacting.

**BRIAN**
(Annoyed)
Peter, this isn’t just any fart. This is a **Brapnuke**. We could be dealing with long-term damage here. Nose hair loss, permanent stank... the works.

(Suddenly, the house begins to shake, and the walls creak under the pressure of the massive brap cloud outside.)

**STEWIE**
(Shrieking)
It’s destroying the structural integrity of the house! I don’t want to die like this, buried in fart rubble!

**CHRIS**
(Covering his mouth, gagging)
Who could’ve done this?!

**LOIS**
(Furious)
Peter, did you do this?! You’ve pulled some pretty ridiculous stunts in the past!

**PETER**
(Offended)
Lois, come on, give me some credit! If I had that kind of power, you think I wouldn’t brag about it? No, this is way beyond my league. It’s like... the gods of farts have spoken.

(The green cloud outside thickens, the entire city drowning in a foul odor. The family gags and tries to cover their faces as best they can.)

**STEWIE**
(Yelling through his gagging)
If we make it through this, I swear I’m building a fartproof bunker!

**BRIAN**
(Struggling to breathe)
We need to evacuate—before the whole house turns into a Dutch oven!

**MEG**
(Sarcastic, gagging)
Yeah, because that’s not already happening!

(PETER finally starts to notice the stench, wrinkling his nose.)

**PETER**
(Concerned)
Okay, yeah. It’s getting a little intense now.

**LOIS**
(Coughing)
No kidding! Let’s get out of here before we pass out from the smell!

(The family scrambles to gather their things, ready to evacuate the house as the brap cloud grows larger and thicker outside. PETER lags behind, taking one last deep inhale.)

**PETER**
(Holding his breath, tearing up)
You gotta admit... that's a hell of a fart.

**LOIS**
(Screaming)
PETER!

(The family rushes out of the house as the green cloud overtakes the entire neighborhood, leaving Quahog in a state of brap-fueled chaos.)

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**FADE OUT.**

 

[Donald]

 

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[Fagon]

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Fucking classic.

 

[meijak]

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