[s8e2] A La Cart 【PC EXTENDED】

The green flag dropped, and the karts tore away. Peter and Chris were immediately overtaken by a toddler in a Barbie Jeep, but Peter wasn't deterred. He leaned forward, screaming at the engine to "dig deep." As they rounded the first turn, the Griffin Ground-Pounder began to vibrate so violently that Chris’s hat flew off, followed shortly by one of the side mirrors. "We’re losing parts, Dad!"

"Dad, I don't think the engine should be held on by used chewing gum," Chris had worried, staring at the rattling hunk of metal they’d salvaged from a discarded woodchipper.

"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt. [S8E2] A La Cart

The drama had started, as most things in the Griffin household did, with a sudden, unearned surge of confidence. Peter and Chris had decided to bond by building a go-kart for the local derby. However, their "engineering" process mostly involved Peter drinking beer while Chris tried to figure out if the wheels were supposed to be round or "more of a hexagon shape for grip."

The sun beat down on the asphalt of the Quahog speedway, a shimmering haze rising from the track that smelled of burnt rubber and cheap hot dogs. For Peter Griffin, this wasn't just a race; it was a matter of paternal pride—and a desperate attempt to prove he hadn't wasted two weeks’ salary on a motorized frame that looked suspiciously like a lawnmower with an attitude. The green flag dropped, and the karts tore away

"That’s just weight reduction, Chris! We’re getting faster!"

By race day, the "Griffin Ground-Pounder" was a terrifying sight. It had no seatbelts, a steering wheel stolen from a bumper car, and an exhaust pipe that emitted a sound like a dying walrus. Their primary rival was none other than the oversized, hyper-competitive Joe Swanson, who had built a high-tech kart for Kevin that looked like it had been designed by NASA. "We’re losing parts, Dad

Peter sat on the bare asphalt, clutching the bumper car steering wheel, a look of pure triumph on his face. He looked at Chris, who was covered in soot and shaking.