3rd P.O.V.

Morning...

It was a normal morning for Francine and Stan as their driving along the street of the neighborhood. Francine was busy texting with Y/n on her phone while ignoring her husband rants about their neighbors.

Stan: Aw, damn! That Jabber-Jaw Tuttle's still watering his lawn.

Francine put her phone down feeling the need to pee.

Francine: This is the sixth time we've circled the block. I have to pee and I'm not going in the cup again.

Stan: Tie a knot in it, Francine! I won't get stuck talking to Mr Sincerely Wants To Know How You're Doing guy. God, his genuine interest makes me sick!

Francine: Come on. He's perfectly nice.

Stan: In today's world, perfectly nice gets you perfectly dead.

Just as he said that, Stan's car runs out of gas stopping in the middle of the street.

Stan: Stupid gas guzzler, that I as an American have a right to drive!

Suddenly their neighbor pop his head through the open window of the vehicle.

Tuttle: How ya doin'? Seriously, I genuinely wanna know.

Fracine: Oh!

Stan: Now's not a good time. I just slammed my hand in the car door.

Steeping out of vehicle with Fracine, Stan proceeded on crushing his hand with the car door.

Stan: AAAAAAHHHHH! You understand. Come on.

They were about to walk away but Francine stops wanting to ask Tuttle to tell his wife "hi" for her.

Francine: Say hi to Betty for me.

Tuttle: I would, but she died six months ago. The big C.

Francine: Cancer?

Tuttle: No, the big letter C from the Coca-Cola sign. Fell right on top of her.

This made Francine feel bad for Tuttle's loss but Stan didn't care instead continuing to drag Francine away back home.

Later...

After returning home, Francine couldn't help but feel bad how disconnected she is with her neighbors.

Francine: Betty died? How did I get so out of touch? I was friends with everyone on the block.

Stan: You still have friends, like the washing machine, and the family of skillets.

Stan grabs two pair of frying pans behind him and start mimicking a man and woman voice.

Mr. & Mrs. Frying pans: "Honey, are we driving to your sister's wedding?" "No, we're frying."

Stan: Get it?

But Stan can see Francine unamused by this.

Stan: Come on, Francine! How about a courtesy laugh? They're your friends.

Francine: I wish I could just throw a party and reconnect with everyone. But, of course, I can't.

Stan: Why not?

Francine: Because your security clearances and background checks make people uncomfortable. Remember game night with the McLearys?

Flashback....

Stan and Francine are seen having a game night the new neighbors. Everything seems to be going ok for the time being.

Mrs. McLearys: And that's the last time I buy prewashed spinach in a bag.

Until Stan ruin the moment by mentioning something from the neighbor's wife past.

Stan: So, Laura, you had an abortion in college.

Mr. McLearys: What?

The wife runs out of the house crying while Stan continues the game like nothing has happened.

Stan: Ok, "Sports and Leisure" for the wedge.

End of Flashback....

Francine: I just wish that for one afternoon you could stop being CIA guy and just be a normal husband so I could have some friends.

Stan: Gosh, Francine, I didn't know friends meant that much to you. You know what! You'll throw that party, and it'll be the bestest party in the land!

Francine: Oh, Stan. Really? You promise you'll be good?

Stan: I'll be better than good. I'll be fun! Starting now. I'll be fun in the kitchen! In the bedroom! In the dining room! And I'll be fun at Costco when we're shopping for bulk paper towels! YEAHHHHHH!!!!

Francine start backing away from Stan as he starting to act a little crazy about it.

Meanwhile...

At Y/n place, the sound of moans can be heard coming from the house as we see inside, clothes scattered on the floor that leads all the way upstairs. The moans are heard coming from the master bedroom where the sounds keep getting louder and louder with the bed creaking, echoing in the background.

Hailey: Yes~! Right there, babe~!

Y/n: I can see your ex didn't satisfy you in bed when you two were together.

Hailey: You have no idea~ Every time we have sex, he could barely last five minutes before I can even get turn on. But with you, you're everything I dreamed of~!

Hailey moved her hips faster, bouncing on top of him as Y/n's member kept hitting her in the right spot.

Hailey: I'm almost there~! I'm about to cum~!

Before Hailey could climax, the sound of the doorbell ringing is heard.

Hailey: Oh, goddamn it!!!

This made Hailey frustrated as she was close to climaxing.

Y/n: Let go check who it is.

Hailey: Fine, but let make it quick.

They put on some robes before going downstairs to see who it is. As Y/n open the door, he sees Francine and Stan on other side of the door.

Y/n: Francine! And you must be Francines's husband?

Francine: Hi, Y/n~!

Stan: You must be the new neighbor that moved in. The name is Stan Smith, I see you already met my wife, Francine.

Y/n: We have! And what brings you here?

Francine: We came here to invite you to a party we're having tomorrow.

Y/n: A party, sounds interesting!

Stan: Tell me, Y/n... where are you from?

Francine: Stan!?

Y/n: I was born and raised in (state/name), U.S. before moving into this town. My parents are from (state/name) and born in the U.S. as well.

Stan: Full fledge, American! Good to hear. Now-

Hailey step into view making Stan shock.

Stan: Hailey?! What are you doing here?

Hailey: Uh... I'm here with my boyfriend, Y/n.

Stan: What?!

Francine: Will see you tomorrow, Y/n~! Come on, Stan.

Francine drags Stan away while he was still in shock.

Y/n: Want to stay over and go all day?

Hailey: Definitely, Babe~!

Hailey jump into his arms as he carries her back to the bedroom after closing and locking the door.

Afternoon....

Stan and Francine are still going around the neighborhood passing out invitations for a party, they'll be having tomorrow in the afternoon.

Francine: Yes! It's going to be a block party.

Stan: We'll provide burgers and beer, as long as you provide your charming selves.

Female Neighbor: So...? No, cavity search?

Stan: Available on request.

Female Neighbor: Oh, you!

After some laughs, the two then leave to go to the next neighbor to invite.

Francine: Well, I'm so proud of you. You actually are being fun.

Stan: Oh, Francine. F-U-N. That spells "fun", and that's what I am. A guy who spells fun.

Francine: That just leaves the new neighbours.

Stan: New neighbours?

This confused Stan for moment until seeing the name plate on the door.

Stan: "Memari"? Oh, God! Tell me they're not Italian.

Francine: No, I think they're Iranian.

As the new neighbors introduced themselves to them, Stan immediately freaks out seeing who they really are.

Stan: Holy Ayatollah!

Francine: Hi. We're your neighbours, Stan and Francine Smith. We came to invite you to our block party.

Linda: Bob and Linda Memari. We'd love to come.

Stan: Well, maybe some other time.

But Francine stopped him by stepping on his foot.

Stan: So, what part of Islam do you hail from?

Bob: My parents were from Iran, I was born in Cleveland.

Stan: We also have a Cleveland here in America. It'd be super if you didn't blow it up.

Linda: Anyway, Francine, you and I already met before so there's no need for introduction between us~

Stan: What?!

Francine: That's right! Me and Linda started hanging out together, few months ago when they moved here. So, the block party starts at three and goes till question mark. It's pot luck, so bring whatever you want.

Stan: But not smallpox! Kidding. Kind of joking, but not really.

After they get done passing out the invitations throughout the neighborhood, they return back home to get ready for tomorrow party especially for Stan since he need to be prepared for the so called "terrorist attack" from the new neighbors.

The next day....

It was the day of the party and Francine is waiting for Stan to come out of the room while the party continues outside.

Francine: Stan! The party's starting. You're still planning on being fun, right?

Stan: You bet. Just undergoing a little last-minute funnification.

Inside the room, Stan is strapping himself with variety of weapons ranging from both melees and semi automatics.

Stan: I think I'm fully strapped.

Claus: There might be some room left in the vast wasteland between your testicles and anus.

Stan: Nope, ocupado.

He says, pulling out a Flail between his legs.

Steve: I gotta go to a Rangers meeting.

Stan: Hold up. Remember how I taught you Morse code? If you're ever taken hostage by a neighbour and end up on Al Jazeera, just blink your coordinates in Morse code, like this.

Stan blinks in Morse code with his eye lids.

Stan: I'll have a bomb dropped on your location.

Steve: Then I'd be dead.

Stan: There are plenty of kids in heaven to play with. Cousin Billy. The girl from Poltergeist. She must be 16 by now. You could totally hit that.

Timeskip....

Back at the party, Francine is getting along with the other neighbors while Stan is busy with the grill at the same time keeping an eye out for the so called "terrorist". While he's not looking, Francine snuck away to speak with Y/n privately inside the house.

Francine: Hey, Y/n~! I missed you

Y/n: It only been a day since we last seen each other.

Francine: That is still long enough for me to miss you~

The two lovers share a passionate kiss together in the living room.

Francine: So, I heard from Hailey, before me and Stan came over your house that you made gave her the pounding of the lifetime. You basically made her climax so much, it basically satisfied her craving for the whole week.

Y/n: And I'm guessing you want a piece of that action~

Francine: You know it but keep in mind, I'm twice as horny than her when I was her age.

The two get down to business in the living room making sure to close the curtain and locking the front door of the house. Back at the party, Bob walk up to Stan with a plate of cheese as a show of good gesture.

Bob: Hey, Stan. Cheese platter?

Stan: I'll just put it over here on the international table.

Stan dumps the cheese platter in the trash can before he starts frisking Bob.

Stan: Anyway, glad you could make it.

Bob: Are you frisking me?

Stan: Frisking you? No, this is how white people say hello. Hey, grab me a beer?

Bob goes to grab a beer for him, Stan put on some gloves and pull out a tube of lube.

Stan: Keep digging. Cold ones are at the bottom.

Bob noticed something was off as he turn around to see what Stan is trying to do.

Bob: What the hell are you doing?

Stan: I like to check orifices for explosives. It's a quirk. Indulge me.

Bob walks away from Stan feeling weirded out by him.

Stan: Not very neighbourly!

Later...

After Francine had her intimate moment with her lover back in the living room. She went outside to rejoin the party as she gives Stan a kiss on the cheek.

Stan: What was that for?

Francine: For being such a good sport.

Stan: I don't wanna toot my own horn, but I think this party's a big hit! TOOT!

Stan: That's enough sangria. You know, our neighbours are OK. They're like international Chex Mix - eat 'em by the handful, they all taste American. I guess what I'm trying to say is, deep down we're all... Under attack!

Stan noticed a huge cloud of smoke from a distance.

Francine: What? Under attack? Who's attacking us?

Stan: The terrorists!

He said, pointing at the Memaris who are seen eating corn and minding their own business.

Stan: Everyone in your homes, now!

Stan pulled out his weapons and start firing at the air causing everyone in the party to run for their lives. This ruined the party for Francine as she yell at Stan with frustration in her tone before walking away in a huff.

Francine: You ruined everything!

Stan: Everything? *mimic sirens* The hyperbole police are coming to take you away and lock you up in Exaggeration-traz. I think I made my point. Eloquent.

Timeskip...

Francine: I was finally making friends. How could you ruin my party?

Stan: It was easy. I yelled "t*rrorists!" and everyone ran away.

Stan: Oh! I'm sorry. I thought you asked how did I ruin it. I'm, like, "You were there, baby."

Hailey: Dad, what you did was racial profiling. The Memaris had nothing to do with that gazebo and everyone knows it.

Stan: These people are trying to destroy us and you want proof?

Harley: Yes!

Stan: Well, that's fair. I'll go get some.

Afterwards...

Throughout the whole day, Stan tries to get any form of evidence of the Memaris. Ranging from going through their trash, pretending to be their doctor, and spying on them in their house. However, all those attempts failed miserably with the last one landing him in jail as the Memaris called the cops on him.

Hailey and Francine had no choice but to ask their lover, Y/n to bail their husband/father out of jail. While Y/n is busy paying Stan's bail for his release, Hailey went inside the jail cells to check on Stan only to see him wearing a bikini top and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Stan: Please stop! I can't take it any more.

Hailey: Dad?

Stan: Thank God! Get me out of here! This psycho is putting on South Pacific and stepping on all my lines.

Hailey: You didn't find proof the Memaris are terrorists.

Stan: Listen, Miss Freedom Hater, they'll strike again, and I have to get them off the street. The good news is, in the time I've been locked up, I realised just how to do that.

Hailey: Ugh! You're lucky I asked my boyfriend to bail you out.

Stan: I still don't approve with your relationship with him, Hailey!

Hailey walked away in a huff as Stan tries to remove the bikini top.

Stan: Guard! Oh, wait a second. It's a front hook. I see it. I see it.

Later...

Francine hears the door ringing as she goes to open it. Revealing to be Bob and Linda on the other side of the door.

Francine: Bob! Linda!

Stan: There they are. I forgot to tell you. I invited Bob and Linda for brunch so I could apologise poolside.

Francine: Oh, Stan. Thank you.

As Stan leads the Memaris towards the backyard.

Stan: I've acted horribly to you guys. I'm sorry. Sorry you're terrorists!

He immediately locks them outside of the house as he presses a button that turn the backyard into prison camp.

Francine: Stan!? You turned our yard into a prison camp?

Stan: Detention centre. By keeping them here, they can't strike again.

Bob: You can't do this!

Stan: The United States Patriot Act says I can.

Francine: Let them out. This isn't funny.

Stan: Linda's making a run for the gate.

The sound of Linda getting electrocuted by the electric gate.

Stan: Come on, Francine. You can't tell me that's not funny.

After Linda recovers from the shock, she rejoin her husband at the window.

Stan: Now then... ready to talk? I want your full confession on tape.

Bob: We didn't do anything.

Stan: I'm sorry... terrorist says what?

Bob: What?

Stan: I thought so.

Closing the curtains, Hailey and Francine look at Stan with glares.

Francine: How could you do this to me, Stan?

Stan: It's not always about you, Francine.

Hailey: Dad! What you're doing violates every tenet of a rational and just society.

Stan: High-five!

Francine just walk away from Stan as she goes to her room to make a call to someone.

Francine: Hi, Y/n! You mind doing me another favor and trust me when I say it time to give my husband a taste of his own medicine.

Afternoon...

Stan is seen on the rooftop of the house while holding a water gun as he's monitoring the Memaris from a distance.

Stan: Until you give me details of your next attack, I'm depriving you of sleep.

Linda: It's two in the afternoon. *thought* Where's Y/n when you need him?

Stan: No sleep! Starting to get uncomfortable, isn't it?Sure would be nice to feel the gentle embrace of the sandman's spell as he warbles his sweet lilting lullaby...

Stan fall backwards from the rooftop of the house and lands on ground only to bounce back up as he sees Hailey bringing the other neighbors with her toward the house.

Stan: Hayley! The neighbourhood! Why are you two here?

Hailey: We demand you release the Memaris.

Terry: They're human beings. They have rights.

Greg: Why can't you say that to your father? I will. This Thanksgiving. But only if he's drunk and the Cowboys win.

Hailey: Come on! Let's get the Memaris!

Everyone start marching their way inside the house as Stan tries to stop them.

Stan: Hey, stop! You can't go in there! That's my house! Oh! Got boob. Come on, no trespassing!

While Stan is trying to stop everyone, Y/n sneak his way through the crowd and upstair where Francine is waiting for him in the room.

Francine: You made it!

Y/n: Like you requested!

They share kiss before Y/n pull out something from his pocket.

Y/n: This tranquilizer that I brought with me should be enough to put Stan to sleep for the whole day along with making him forget about everything, the last 24 hours.

Francine: How you manage to get your hands on that?

Y/n: I have some connections with the C.I.A and F.B.I. considering I'm one of their major investors.

Francine: That surprising to hear.

Y/n: What I need you to do is distract him enough so I can shoot with it.

Francine: Alright! But the neighbors...

Y/n: Don't worry you'll get your party, I have that covered.

Francine: That's what I love about you, Y/n~

Meanwhile....

The neighbor made their way in towards the backyard as Stan still trying to stop them.

Stan: Hey! Hey! Back off! Back off! Don't you all get it? Since they've been locked up, there hasn't been a single attack.

Suddenly the power of the gates shut down.

Tuttle: Oh, no! The power went out.

Stan: Oh, my God! They've struck again!

Hailey: The Memaris have been here the whole time.

Stan: That can only mean they're part of a larger terrorist cell.

Hailey: What are you doing?

Stan: The Memaris have clearly recruited others. They're like vampires! Or gays!

Hailey: Could you get any more insane?

Stan: Quick! Plug your butt with this clove of garlic!

Hailey slaps the garlic out of his hand.

Hailey: You can't imprison the entire neighbourhood! Oh!

Stan: Until I figure out who's behind this, no one's going anywhere.

Stan hears a sound of metal clicking as he turns around to see Francine with a gun.

Francine: Let 'em go, Stan! It's been a fun ride, but it's over.

Stan pulls out his gun and monologue what's going to happen.

Stan: Come on, Francine. Not this old routine - you pull a gun, I pretend I'm gonna do what you want, then I pull out my gun, we do our little John Woo stand-off. Your arm gets tired, you drop your gun, and we have "nobody got shot" sex.

But Francine doesn't drop her gun instead just smiled making Stan confused.

Stan: Why are you smiling, it's creepy.

Y/n: That probably because... I'm here!

Stan: Huh- ack!

Stan fall to the ground unconscious with a tranquilizer dart poking out from his back.

Francine: You did it!

Y/n: Yeah, ready to get this party started?

Francine: Just a moment... you said he'll be out for 24 hours and have no memory of anything that happened.

Y/n: That what I said.

Francine: Then...

Francine walk up to Y/n, stepping over her husband unconscious body. As she rubs his crotch while pulling down a bit of her dress.

Francine: We have some alone time together again~?

Y/n: We definitely do~! You want to do it in your bedroom where you and your husband sleep?

Francine: Hell yeah, baby~

Francine grabs Y/n's hand and drags him away upstairs leaving Stan on the floor unconscious and everyone else stuck in the backyard. Two hours went by for the lovers before restarting the party that was ruined by Stan antics.