Chicken Pot Pie of Doom
This is stupid but my friends thought it was funny… don't ask how I got this idea.
Chucky stood and looked up at the trash can and pondered. How was he going to get in there?
His wife, Tiffany, stood beside him shaking her head. "Chucky, how in the hell did your chicken pot pie end up in the trash can?"
Chucky pouted. "I don't know, but I want it back!"
Tiffany gagged. "After it's been in the garbage? You are hopeless!"
"I want my chicken pot pie!"
"Then get your damned chicken pot pie!" Tiffany threw her hands up in the air as a sign of hopelessness. "I'm going back inside; you can mourn over the loss of your stupid pie!" She walked back into the house and left Chucky standing by the trash can like a bum.
"I will get my pie, come hell or high water!" Chucky climbed up on one of the boxes and jumped into the can. "Oh, fuck." The can was barely halfway full which meant Chucky was stuck. But his want for his pie drove him to digging through the trash like a dog.
"Where is it? Where is it! Come back to me you tasty pie of doom!"
After digging through every square inch of the garbage and having no luck finding his pie, Chucky threw himself down in a pout.
"I know it's in here!"
"Chucky! Just come inside, I have something else made for you," Tiffany called from the kitchen.
"I can't do that!"
"You can too! Give up that fucking pie and get your ass in here!"
"I'm stuck in the trash can, you moron!"
"Oh my god, you have got to be fucking kidding me," Tiffany mumbled. "And you call me the moron!"
"Shut up and get me the fuck outta here!" Chucky yelled.
"Oh, I'll get you out alright," Tiffany said observing the trash can. She moved a couple of boxes out of her way, then with all her strength pushed the trash can over. "There, are you happy?"
"This is fucking bullshit," Chucky grumbled as he wiped himself off.
"I have nothing to say," Tiffany said glaring at him then walking away.
Chucky sat down to think things over and realized something. If he had dropped the pie in the trash in the first place he would have found it. With this thought in mind he ran back into the house and looked up at the window where he had placed his precious chicken pot pie to cool, which also stood over the trash can, then noticed some crumbs lying around.
Quickly he followed what he could and found an empty pie tray and just as he looked up the family dog came trotting in licking his lips and Tiffany following behind with a smile on her face.
"I think this case has been closed," she said grinning.
"I hate dogs," Chucky growled and walked off.