About 15 minutes later once Shane had settled down at home, he was given orders by his wife to take down the Christmas lights. It was around 8:30 at night and he happened to be toting a ladder. He pressed the ladder against the house and climbed to the top. Once Shane rose to the top he began taking down the Christmas lights and wrapped them around his body. However while working, something strange occurred. He heard movement.

Were there some animals running around? Were his daughters playing a joke on him? Or was Shane just being paranoid and his mind was playing games on him?

Shane reached into his jacket, pulled out his flashlight and shined it where he heard the movement. He looked all around their watermelon patch but didn't see anyone. "Must be some raccoons running around. I'm gonna have to take care of them." He then proceeded to continue his duty. But before he knew it, the ladder collapsed causing him to fall and land directly on his feet. Shane screamed out in excruciating pain.

Back in the house, the daughters were on their iPad and cell phone wearing headphones. They felt like they heard something outside. Both turned around to look out the window but saw nothing. So they went back to doing what they were doing.

Shane fell to the ground with both legs severely injured. Poor thing! What was the poor guy going to do now? He wasn't going to be able to do much. Shane looked around and made an SOS call. "Jane!...Jane help!" He turned over and reached for his flashlight that he dropped on his way down.

Jane was his wife. What a nice name! Jane? Too bad it wasn't Mary Jane! Shane and Jane! That was a good rhyme!

As if his wife heard his SOS call, Shane's cell phone rang. When he heard his phone, he slowly started crawling towards it. "Oh thank God!" On his way there, he heard some more movement. This time it sounded really fast. Maybe because he was closer to the ground. Shane stopped. "Hello!...who's there!" He shined the light where he heard movement but no one was there. His phone continued ringing and he continued crawling for it. When Shane almost reached it, he noticed something was holding him back. It felt like someone was tugging on the Christmas lights. Shane did his best to turn around and saw a familiar person...or thing! "No! It can't be!"

Chucky was behind him pulling on the string of lights to prevent Shane from going any further. "It's tickle time!" His eyes were glowing red with a mean look on his face. He looked really menacing.

Shane did his best to pull away from him but he was too strong. He wiggled around, twisted and turned and winded up on his back.

That was the perfect position for Chucky! With that, he walked onto Shane's chest.

"No!...No!...Not you! Heeeeelp!" Shane made his loudest scream. Shane was tangled up in the Christmas lights, had broken legs, could hardly move his body and was in the perfect position for Chucky.

Since Chucky was on Shane's chest, he dropped the string of lights and pulled out a kitchen knife from his side pocket."Nobody hurts my best friend! This is for Tupac my nigga!" Chucky remembered what Omar said and thought this was the perfect time to say it. He then took his knife and jabbed Shane 5 times in the chest. Each time he jabbed, blood squirted on his face. Chucky felt a sense of satisfaction for avenging Andy despite his animatronic self. Don't worry Andy! Shane won't bother you anymore! He's gone now! Really gone! From there, he took the time to cut off the man's head. Once it was completely severed, Chucky grabbed Shane's head and ran home with it.