I Griffin 17x11 95%

"Dad, I'm pretty sure you just bought the wrong size paper for the printer and didn’t want to admit it," Meg muttered, walking through the room.

Before Brian could respond, a thunderous crash echoed from downstairs, followed by Peter shouting in agony. I Griffin 17x11

"Peter, for the third time today, why did you buy a giant table meant for architects?" Lois asked, her hands on her hips as she stared at the massive wooden surface. "Dad, I'm pretty sure you just bought the

Lois sighed heavily, stepping over a stray blueprint of a giant laser that had floated down from the upstairs hallway. "I'm calling the trash company, Peter. From now on, we are strictly an 8.5x11 family." Lois sighed heavily, stepping over a stray blueprint

Upstairs, Brian was pacing back and forth in Stewie’s room, clutching a stack of the same 17x11 paper.

"Oh, incredibly jealous," Stewie deadpanned, finally looking up. "In fact, I’m so inspired by your artistic vision that I’ve decided to use your precious 17x11 canvas for something actually useful."