[zipper zips]

[peter gasps for breath]

There you are.

Where have you been?

I just ran home to get the big sled out of our dining room.

What are you talking about?

We don't have a sled in our dining room.

Everybody on!

Peter, that dining room table is an antique!

It's been in my family for six generations.

It's fine.

OK, now since we're white guys doing something stupid,

everybody grab a GoPro.

[table swooshes in snow]

[all yelling and cheering]

PETER: Yeah!

This is awesome.

Oh. We're drifting.

We're, we're turning.

We're turning!

MEG: Dad, I'm scared.

CHRIS: We're backwards!

PETER: Am I the only one who thinks that now

we're at an alarming speed?

[hard impact]

[all grunt in pain]

[glass breaks]

[car alarms sound]

[all moan in pain]

Peter, are you insane?

You could have killed the entire family!

Sorry Lois.

I honestly thought this was going to be fun, like when

I won that sex contest.

First again.

Wasn't even was it?

LOIS: No, Peter.

It wasn't even close.

PETER: Yeah, you are terrible at this.

Now why don't you clean up and go

get the champ a Gatorade, huh?