Lois walks up, holding a glass of wine. "Peter, I’ve decided to quit the domestic life and pursue a PhD in Theoretical Physics. I’ve already drafted my thesis on the multiverse."
"Oh blast!" Stewie whispers from behind a curtain. "It’s reaching critical mass! Brian, we have to get it out of here!" famyli guy
Everything goes back to normal. The screen fades to black as Peter tries to eat the "science" toast off the cat. Lois walks up, holding a glass of wine
Meanwhile, Peter is in the garage, trying to "invent" something for the science fair. He has taped a slice of bread to a cat. "See, Lois? The cat always lands on its feet, and the toast always lands butter-side down! I’ve created a perpetual motion machine!" "It’s reaching critical mass
"Ah, Brian, just in time for the apocalypse," Stewie chirps. "I’ve created a 'Stupidity Magnet.' It draws all the idiotic thoughts out of the surrounding area and condenses them into this little ball of pure, concentrated moronic energy."
Peter looks at her. "That’s nice, Lois, but have you considered that your approach to the string theory is a bit... derivative?" Lois narrows her eyes. "You want to go, Griffin?"
"I told you this was a bad idea," Brian says, checking his watch. "I have a date with a girl who thinks The Great Gatsby is about a very successful magician."