Chapter Three; Don't Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide
Thanks! Even though this is a parody of All Dogs Go to Heaven, I always like to take things and make them my own because I can't stand when parodies are exactly the same as the original, because in my mind that's plagiarizing. Anyway, I was going to do a pun and use the word hell in the description until I read the rules and I wasn't sure if that fit with the "all titles and summaries have to be K rated" and even though I very much doubt that any five years old would even be here in this category, I thought I'd rather be safe than sorry cause I don't want my account suspended or removed. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter!
Ps. Oh and no disrespect to Disney's Pinocchio, since I love that movie!
The next morning Mary took Chucky out for a walk with the rest of the children. "Mrs. Jane, Chucky said that he'll help me find my parents." She said as she brought him up to a lady with short red hair and a pair of round spectacles. "Mary, Chucky couldn't possibly have told you that." She told her. "But he did." Mary said. "Mary Chucky is a doll so he can't talk to you alright." She said before she walked away. "Humph! Shows what you know." Chucky said narrowing his eyebrows with a glare and folding his arms.
"The sooner we get out of this place the better." He said. "You have your stuff all packed right?" he asked her. "Yeah but I'm not sure if we should be doing this." Mary whispered. "Why not? You want to find your parents don't you?" he asked her. "Yes but Mommy told me that I should never run away from a problem and to always listen to my conscience." She told him as he rolled his eyes and placed his palm to his forehead. "Oh boy here we go." He began.
"Listen kid, haven't you ever heard the story of Pinocchio?" he asked. "Sure I have, he was a little wooden boy who got his wish to be real at the end because he was good." She answered. "Well yeah, that's what everyone thinks. However what they don't know, is not only that the cricket was no help at all when he almost died, but there was no way in Hell that Pinocchio was a good boy! I mean for crying out loud he ditched school, he ran away from his father, I mean for goodness sakes he even smoked weed! I mean that dickhead deserved to be a God damned puppet for the rest of his life, but he still got what he wanted in the end anyway which teaches little kids absolutely nothing!" he cried. "So, what are you trying to say?" Mary asked him. "I'm saying that there isn't any use in listening to annoying voice inside your head just because you think it'll get you what you want in life. The only way to get what you want is for you to make it happen yourself." He explained.
"So you mean that I shouldn't be a good girl?" she asked him. "No, I'm saying that you should be whatever you want to be." He answered. "I mean to me personally, I think it's a good thing that I don't have any parents." He said. "You mean you don't have a mommy and daddy?" she questioned as he took a deep breath. "No, but that's just fine with me, I hate having to follow the rules and I can get along just fine without them!" he snapped. "Now come on let's get on the road before anyone becomes suspicious." He said as he turned his head and started looking around.
"Well alright, if you're sure." She said while she waited to make sure anyone wasn't watching before she walked away. She still couldn't help feeling that Chucky must have felt rather sad and lonely since he didn't have anyone there for him. That night he led her to a trailer park. "We can sleep here for tonight." He said. "I don't know, doesn't this belong to someone?" she asked him. "Hey what did I tell you earlier? We can do whatever we want to. That is as long as we don't get caught." He explained.
"Chucky, were you really sent down from Heaven?" she asked him. "Of course I was!" he snapped which in fact was the truth. "Cause it seems like you do a lot of bad things, and Mommy said_" she began. "Listen, would you just shut up!?" he snapped inside a whisper. "Do you want them to hear us and wake up and call the cops on us!? Because I think you would rather sleep here than in a jail cell and you talk way too God damn much!" he told her inside his hushed tones. "Oh, sorry." She apologized quietly before she climbed up inside the trailer and made her way back in the corner so that they wouldn't be seen.
