No Longer Obeying Baby Chucky

Chapter 1

It had been one week since Chucky, the notorious Good Guy doll, was defeated yet again. His former owner, Andy Barclay, had teamed up with Kyle, a teenage girl that shared foster parents with Andy. Andy and Kyle defeated Chucky at the Good Guys' factory by inflating his head, and it exploded under pressure. Now, most of Chucky remained in pieces all over the factory.

One of his eyes dissolved in a plastic mixture used to make doll body parts. It just so happened that his eye mixed in with a group of the material being removed from the container. A factory worker shaped the substance and formed a new head. Chucky couldn't wait! Soon, he would have a body, clothes, and hair. Then, he would be all ready to chase after Andy and Kyle. The only problem was that he had no earthly clue where they were.

A day later, Chucky was completely reassembled. He now had a nice new body, nice combed Auburn hair, and a new rainbow striped shirt and blue overalls. Chucky also had mint new Good Guys' shoes. He had been sitting on a table with about 100 other Good Guys dolls. Nobody was in the room with him. This was the perfect opportunity for escape! Chucky jumped off the table and ran out the exit conveniently located in the back of the room.

Chucky looked around outside to make sure nobody would see him moving. When the coast was clear, Chucky ran as far from the factory as he could, and he slowly but surely made his way back to the house where Andy's foster parents lived.

Andy's foster dad, Phil Simpson was leaving for work. He got in the family car and pulled out of the garage. Chucky saw him and glared in anger when he saw Phil was unharmed. Chucky had hung Phil in the basement, and it seemed that Phil had died of breaking his neck. However, Phil miraculously survived the injury, and he was able to come home sooner than expected.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU GOOD!" Chucky shouted. Phil apparently head Chucky shout, and he got out of the car and turned to face him. Chucky was standing behind the station wagon.

"Oh, it's you again," Phil sneered.

"Aren't you scared, Phil?" Chucky asked sinisterly.

Phil laughed, "NO!" He kept laughing and laughing.

"WHY THE H--- NOT?" Chucky asked.

"Because, you're a puny little doll only what, 2 feet high. You couldn't beat anybody if you tried. Now leave me alone, or I'll be late for work," Phil said, playfully kicking Chucky to the side before getting in the car.

Phil drove out and left for work. "STOP! NOBODY DARES DEGRADE ME!" However, Phil was out of sight, and Chucky could not catch up to him fast enough. Chucky cursed. "I'll see if Andy is available to hurt," he said, heading into the house.

He opened the front door and heard Joanne Simpson chopping sausage in the kitchen. Chucky gritted his teeth in anger. She had survived his attack, too. Chucky had really badly beaten her up, but she, too, miraculously survived. "Why can't I kill anyone?" Chucky muttered. He headed for the closet in the foyer, and he found a large knife in a leather cover over the blade. He screamed and raced into the kitchen.

Joanne looked up from the sausage she was cutting. She saw Chucky and simply looked annoyed. "What is it now?" she asked.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU…AGAIN!" he shouted.

Joanne yawned. "Leave me alone, and don't run with a knife in your hand. Little babies shouldn't handle big, sharp instruments like that."

"I'LL HANDLE YOU IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!" Chucky roared.

"HEY! DON'T YOU BACKSASS ME!" Joanne struck back. "IF I HEAR ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU, I'M CONFINING YOU TO THE BASEMENT!"

"DON'T BOSS ME AROUND! I'M NOT A BABY!"

"Yes, you are! You don't boss people who are older than you!" Joanne corrected.

"I'm Charles Lee Ray, and I beamed my soul into this body when I was like, 35, or so!" Chucky shot back.

"Like I care," Joanne yawned, "and you're not 35, either. Now I said go downstairs to the basement and stay there until you learn to behave!"

Chucky, angered by Joanne not being scared of him, rushed towards her with the knife. Joanne didn't budge an inch. Just as the knife was about to strike her, she moved her leg to the side, and Chucky accidentally jammed his knife firmly into the kitchen cabinet.

"See, you can't kill me or anyone else cause we're bigger and smarter than you. You may have thought that from the beginning, but we aint taking bull from you anymore," Joanne jeered. "And see what you've done? You ruined a perfectly good cabinet!"

Chucky growled in frustration and slapped Joanne's leg. "That's it, you baby!" she shouted. She picked up Chucky by the chest and carried him to the basement. Chucky squirmed, trying to get loose and strangle Joanne, but he was unsuccessful. Joanne threw him down to the basement.

"OW!" Chucky cried as he hit the hard basement floor.

"That's what you get for hanging my husband!" Joanne yelled. "Now you stay down there until you've learned some manners," she said as she locked the door.

Chucky balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth. He was furious! Nobody had ever treated him this way before. In the past, everyone feared him and obeyed his every command. Now, everyone treated him like he was a little baby. "I'll find a way to get revenge," Chucky said smiling wryly as he looked around the basement. "I know I will."