Meet Stewie, the maniacal one-year-old bent on world domination.

A push of a button and the Talking Stewie plush says: "Oh cupid, hath thou pierced me with thy sweet feeling arrow, stomach, feed my lustful quake." "Unhand me woman, I don't have gas, I'm in love! Burp! Is it? I guess it's both." "Ha! That's so funny, I forgot to laugh." "Damn you, vile woman!" "No no, actually it's Stewie, but but you you can call me 'Cookie' if you'd like."