Chapter 14
The origin of Snuggle's Hate
1982
"I was a young little Teddy Bear then, I thought the world would be my friend, I thought wrong."
"Auditions for the new Downy(tm) spokesperson, who's next?" Snuggle leaps from his chair and starts running over to the open door when suddenly, a small cartoon baby jumps in front of him and walks up to the lady in front of the door.
"Me want to try." Said the baby.
"Oh how cute, come right in." Said the woman, leading the baby into the audition room. Snuggle was sad because that mean stole his turn. A few moments later he heard laughing from inside the audition room. He even heard a voice yell.
"You're hired." This made Snuggle even sadder, it should have been HIM, not that animated baby, the baby wasn't even real for God's sake. That's when he saw the door open and the baby walk out.
"Why did you steal my turn to audition?" Asked Snuggle.
"Because I felt like, who can resist a cute little baby like me." Said the baby, pulling out a cigar and lighting. Snuggle knocked the cigar out of the baby's mouth.
"You're much to young to be smoking." Snuggle scolded, the baby gave him an angered stare then puled out another cigar.
"I'm not a real baby, dumb ass, I'm 47." He said, taking a long puff of his cigar.
"I should tell on you then, meanie." As Snuggle was about to approach the customers service assistant, the baby grabbed him by his legs and began spinning him around and around.
"Please, stop, let me down." Snuggle cried.
"Let you Downy(tm), ok." Said the bad baby, tossing poor Snuggle into a nearby washing machine, which he then poured bottle after bottle of Downy(tm) into and filled with water.
"Blub, I can't swim." Siad, Snuggle, trying to climb out of the washer, but before he could get out, the baby slammed the lid shut and turned it on as High as it could go. Between the sounds of his own screams and the banging of his body and swishing of the liquid, Snuggle could barley here Some of the employees laughing at his misfortune.
"I swear, I'll get them for this, I'll get them all." He swore.
Present
"Ever since that day, I have hated Downy(tm) for what they've done to me, I was brown had straight fur, now It's white and it's all curly and gets nodded up." Snuggle lifted his arm to show a nodded up wad of fur.
"So what, if that hadn't of happened, you would never have become the Snuggle spokes person."
"Do you think I like dancing having to talk all cute and fuzzy, do you think I like having to listen to that damn porcupine complain about wanting to take over my job EVERYDAY?"
"I think I see your point, but still, your company makes millions of dollars, what's so bad about that?"
"I don't see one cent of it, because I'm a stuffed animal, I don't get paid for my years of labor."
"Then why not just quit?"
"Because, if I kill all of Downy(tm)'s employees and the president of Downy(tm) then I just might be able to get all the money I should have earned over the year, if not, then I'll take over Snuggle and get it by force." Snuggle began waving a small pistol at Rita's head.
"You know what else, my real name isn't Snuggle, it's Robert J. Berenstein, but those fucking Berenstein bears tried to sue me for copy write infringement because they thought I was joking when I told them my last name, but i took care of them, all of them."
"What did you do." Asked Rita nervously.
"I gave a new meaning to the word "writer's block" to Stan and Jane Berensteine."
"I don't get it."
"I beat there heads in with a cinder block that had writing on it."
"Oh, that was gruesome of you."
"So what, who the fuck cares."
"Now take off that shirt bitch."
"Eeeeeew, fuck no, I'm outta here." Rita began running over to the door when Snuggle shot her in the leg, making her fall to the ground.
"That wasn't very nice, now you'll have to DIE." Said Snuggle, grabbing the release chain for the shutters. The black metal shutter fell down upon poor Rita's head, crushing it flat. Blood splattered all over the second the shutter hit her head. Snuggle laughed a little bit, then smashed open a window and went back outside. It was dark out, the time was 9:30.
"Hmm, maybe I should have a little more fun, then go back home for the night."
What evil does Snuggle have planned next? What terrors will he unfold. Find out in the next chapter of.
Snuggle's Revenge.
The origin of Snuggle's Hate
1982
"I was a young little Teddy Bear then, I thought the world would be my friend, I thought wrong."
"Auditions for the new Downy(tm) spokesperson, who's next?" Snuggle leaps from his chair and starts running over to the open door when suddenly, a small cartoon baby jumps in front of him and walks up to the lady in front of the door.
"Me want to try." Said the baby.
"Oh how cute, come right in." Said the woman, leading the baby into the audition room. Snuggle was sad because that mean stole his turn. A few moments later he heard laughing from inside the audition room. He even heard a voice yell.
"You're hired." This made Snuggle even sadder, it should have been HIM, not that animated baby, the baby wasn't even real for God's sake. That's when he saw the door open and the baby walk out.
"Why did you steal my turn to audition?" Asked Snuggle.
"Because I felt like, who can resist a cute little baby like me." Said the baby, pulling out a cigar and lighting. Snuggle knocked the cigar out of the baby's mouth.
"You're much to young to be smoking." Snuggle scolded, the baby gave him an angered stare then puled out another cigar.
"I'm not a real baby, dumb ass, I'm 47." He said, taking a long puff of his cigar.
"I should tell on you then, meanie." As Snuggle was about to approach the customers service assistant, the baby grabbed him by his legs and began spinning him around and around.
"Please, stop, let me down." Snuggle cried.
"Let you Downy(tm), ok." Said the bad baby, tossing poor Snuggle into a nearby washing machine, which he then poured bottle after bottle of Downy(tm) into and filled with water.
"Blub, I can't swim." Siad, Snuggle, trying to climb out of the washer, but before he could get out, the baby slammed the lid shut and turned it on as High as it could go. Between the sounds of his own screams and the banging of his body and swishing of the liquid, Snuggle could barley here Some of the employees laughing at his misfortune.
"I swear, I'll get them for this, I'll get them all." He swore.
Present
"Ever since that day, I have hated Downy(tm) for what they've done to me, I was brown had straight fur, now It's white and it's all curly and gets nodded up." Snuggle lifted his arm to show a nodded up wad of fur.
"So what, if that hadn't of happened, you would never have become the Snuggle spokes person."
"Do you think I like dancing having to talk all cute and fuzzy, do you think I like having to listen to that damn porcupine complain about wanting to take over my job EVERYDAY?"
"I think I see your point, but still, your company makes millions of dollars, what's so bad about that?"
"I don't see one cent of it, because I'm a stuffed animal, I don't get paid for my years of labor."
"Then why not just quit?"
"Because, if I kill all of Downy(tm)'s employees and the president of Downy(tm) then I just might be able to get all the money I should have earned over the year, if not, then I'll take over Snuggle and get it by force." Snuggle began waving a small pistol at Rita's head.
"You know what else, my real name isn't Snuggle, it's Robert J. Berenstein, but those fucking Berenstein bears tried to sue me for copy write infringement because they thought I was joking when I told them my last name, but i took care of them, all of them."
"What did you do." Asked Rita nervously.
"I gave a new meaning to the word "writer's block" to Stan and Jane Berensteine."
"I don't get it."
"I beat there heads in with a cinder block that had writing on it."
"Oh, that was gruesome of you."
"So what, who the fuck cares."
"Now take off that shirt bitch."
"Eeeeeew, fuck no, I'm outta here." Rita began running over to the door when Snuggle shot her in the leg, making her fall to the ground.
"That wasn't very nice, now you'll have to DIE." Said Snuggle, grabbing the release chain for the shutters. The black metal shutter fell down upon poor Rita's head, crushing it flat. Blood splattered all over the second the shutter hit her head. Snuggle laughed a little bit, then smashed open a window and went back outside. It was dark out, the time was 9:30.
"Hmm, maybe I should have a little more fun, then go back home for the night."
What evil does Snuggle have planned next? What terrors will he unfold. Find out in the next chapter of.
Snuggle's Revenge.