**** Chapter three

"Lets have some fun," Chucky laughed, "Everyone set out in search of a weapon, transferring your soul into a human is WAY harder said than done, and I don't mean the transferring part! Teenage little brats are CRAZY, and way smarter than you think! They catch you off guard in the blink of an eye. In the morning we're each gonna' find a "host," Chucky said with his fingers in quote, "Follow that person home, do the transferring we need, and meet back here in two days. that clear?" He looked at them.

"Um, Chucky?" Mary-Ellen asked, "What do we do after that?"

"I don't know, why don't we get there first, eh?" Chucky looked at her.

"Don't we need the Heart of Dambala?" Tiffany asked.

"The what?" Slappy and Mary-Ellen said together.

"It's a long story," Chucky said, then turned to Tiffany, "No, because we are all doing it individually. You don't need the Heart of Dambala to do individual transfers."

"Let me tell you, this whole Voodoo thing is really complicating," Tiffany said and headed for an aisle.

The rest left too-

Chucky found himself the cooking aisle, and soon was holding a very sharp jagged-edged butcher knife. He put it into his pocket, and kept looking around in hopes of finding something better.

"What to look for?" Mary-Ellen asked herself, she turned into an almost karate aisle, "mmm, these look useful," She found a glass counter with a large display of Chinese throwing stars. After jamming a large metal bat into the glass counter, Mary-Ellen compatibly sewed the stars to her shirt, so she could rip them off when she needed to. She also put as a many of them that would fit into her small pockets, "ready and willing." She said to herself, and went to find the others.

Tiffany wound up in the hunting aisle. She knew what she wanted, "Crossbow, crossbow, cross.bow, bingo!" She said, and picked up the smallest one. She headed off.

Slappy went for the original rope. He loved killing people slowly, listening as their breath left their body. He placed the coil around his wooden arm, and left for the group.

They all met up back where they started. Chucky handed each one a nine millimeter, "When all fails," he said, "blow their fucking heads off."

They all laughed.

"Who wants a beer?" Slappy asked.