Chuckie Finster's Fear of the Lavatory (edited version, Chuckie's POV)

by mikersty

When I spend a weekend over at the Pickles' house, I tell Tommy that my dad is trying to potty train me. Overhearing this, Angelica begins to tease me and tries to get me to wet myself by turning the water on and off. Will I have the last laugh and conquer my fear of the potty? RIP: Christine Cavanaugh

2. Watch Out for the Lavatory

The next Day, Didi was holding a brush, which she used to clean the wet spot with. Stu, who was holding a bucket, sat it down near Didi.

"Thanks, honey." she thanked him. "Anytime, Deed." he replied "You know, Stu, I just cant believe it. I mean, Chuckie was standing right next to the potty!" advised Didi. "Aw, Deed" Stu told here "It was an accident! Lots of kids haven't been potty-trained at his age." He put his hand on his head.

"Really? Like who?" asked Didi. "Well, uh, like me, for instance." he replied as Didi dropped the brush in shock when she heard what Stu said."You?! You mean you weren't potty-trained when you were two?" Didi asked Grandpa Lou "Two?!" he said as he was now standing outside the bathroom door, with his hand on the door, laughed hysterically. "Shucks, we almost didn't get him into the boy scouts!"

"Aw, Pop!" As Lou talked, Stu walked miserably out of the bathroom, and past the couch, where I was sitting. Tommy, Phil, and Lil were all standing in front of the couch. "Why, I remember the time me and the Missus took the boys cross-country in the old..." Tommy looked at me. "Gee, Chuckie" he said "This potty-training stuff is tough!" "I know, I know!" I mumbled. Phil and Lil put their hands on the cushion I was sitting on. "Yeah, I mean, how do you know when you have to go?" asked Phil "What's it feel like, anyway?" Lil asked me also "I don't know." I answered them That's really the hard part! I mean, sometimes I think I have to go, but I don't, and other times, I don't think I have to go, and I do! I really, really do! Oh! Now I'm so confused!" The camera moved over to Angelica, who was peering out the kitchen doorway, and laughing evilly.] "Perhaps we should do for Chuckie what my Mommy did for me!" suggested Angelica as he ran up to the kitchen sink and pulled on the left faucet handle. This turned the sink on, and also triggered my urge to pee. "Oh, no!" I groaned as I jumped off the couch. I wimpered, and ran towards the bathroom, until Angelica turned the sink off, stopping my urge to pee. I stoped running and panting, then Angelica turned the sink back on, triggering my urge again. I ran towards the bathroom, panting, until Angelica turned the sink off again, stopping my urge. I stopped running and panting again. Tommy: "What's wrong, Chuckie?" Chuckie: "I don't know! I thought I had to go, but then I didn't!" [As Tommy walked up to me, Angelica turned the sink on again, triggering my urge again. i ran towards the bathroom.] "And now I do" I said as Angelica turned the sink off, stopping my urge, and causing me to stop. Chuckie: "And now I don't!" I went on. ['Angelica turned the sink on and off twice again.] "Do! Don't! Do! Don't!"