Peter Griffin's obnoxiously loud laugh could be heard from miles away as he stumbled through the front door of the Griffin household, holding a plate of half eaten chicken wings in one hand and a can of beer in the other. Stewie, the diabolical toddler, was plotting world domination in his baby sized armchair, while Brian the talking dog quizzed Meg, the perpetually ignored teenage daughter, on her latest failed attempt at popularity. Meanwhile, Chris, the dim witted oldest son, was getting...