Chapter One; Hollywood Here We Come!
"Alright so we got three packs of diapers, tons of baby clothes, baby bottles,.." Tiffany began. "Is there anything we're forgetting?" she wondered as Chucky suddenly picked up Annabelle out of her crib and held her inside his arms.
"You might be forgetting the baby." He pointed out as Tiffany suddenly laughed. "Oh you're right." She realized. "So is Mary packed and ready to go then?" she asked.
"Yep, Mary's packed, and she's bringing along her schoolwork to do, Stanley's at the kennel's,.." Chucky began as he took a deep breath and sighed. "Although I still don't understand why we can't take him with us."
"Because we wouldn't want to take the chance of him accidentally getting lost now would we? At least Annie can't even walk yet." Tiffany pointed out before she turned to look up at the stairs. "Mary!? Are you ready!?" she called.
"Don't worry Tiff I'll go check on her." Chucky began before he scrunched his face and gave a sniff. "Besides, it looks like Annabelle could use a changing." He finished while he turned his head away with disgust and handed the baby over to his wife and then climbed up the stairs. When he reached the top of the steps he gave a knock on Mary's bedroom door.
"Mary, it's me Ch_ I mean your father, can I come in for a second?" he questioned.
"Sure, I'm almost done." She answered as Chucky turned the doorknob and entered the room.
"Do you have everything you need? Including your homework?" he asked as he noticed that she had a rather rough time trying to squeeze everything inside her suitcase. "Because that's awful small." He remarked. "Do you need help?"
"Yeah, I guess, go ahead." She told him.
"Mary?" he questioned.
"What?" she asked him back.
"Are you alright?" he wondered.
"Yeah, of course why wouldn't I be?"
"Well it's only been a few months since your mother died and so I wouldn't blame you if you were a little bit nervous about leaving the state." He told her.
"I'm fine Dad," she began as she suddenly zipped up her suitcase. "C'mon, let's go." She finished as she swung her bag over her shoulder and left the bedroom. When Chucky had arrived back downstairs, Tiffany was busy strapping their sleeping infant inside her car seat.
"She fell asleep as soon as I put her in." Tiffany whispered softly. "Which is good because hopefully she won't cause too much trouble once we get inside the car."
"Tiff I'm worried about Mary." Chucky began as she lifted the car seat of the table by its handle.
"Why? What's wrong with her?" she wondered.
"I'm pretty sure that something's bothering her but she won't talk to me about it." He explained.
"That's because she's growing up Chucky. I'm sure if there was something seriously wrong with her that she couldn't handle by herself she'd go and talk to you about it. Now we better go before we miss our flight." She told him.
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"Alright Chucky, now you remembered to leave all your controversial items at home right?" Tiffany questioned him once they had arrived at the back of the security line.
Chucky cleared his throat inside his fist. "Well,.. I sort of, maybe might have forgot." He admitted.
"Chucky!" Tiffany scolded when suddenly Annabelle woke up and started to cry.
"Now look what you did, you woke up the kid!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah well at least I won't have us thrown out of here in handcuffs." Tiffany said. "How many times Chucky, how many times have I told you that you're supposed to leave your weapons at home!" she snapped.
"Hey, all I'm trying to do is protect you and the girls alright? It's not like I still kill people just for the fun of it." He pointed out.
"I know. Look why don't you stay here with Mary while I go calm Annie down. Maybe if I gave her a bottle that will make her feel better." Tiffany said before she carried the car seat away hushing the screaming baby and trying desperately to soothe her crying.