[s8e2] A La Cart Apr 2026

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

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. [S8E2] A La Cart

"Ready to eat my dust, Peter?" Joe shouted over the roar of the engines, his jaw set in that permanent state of intensity. "That’s just weight reduction, Chris