Chapter 4: Chucky's Here!
About a week passed until the auction on the Chucky was complete. Since Peter set an unusually high maximum bid, he naturally was the winner. However, he owed $20,000. As a result, Peter had to sell the family car to get the money to pay for the doll. He took it to a car dealership, and about 2 days later, the car was sold for exactly $20,000. Peter put the money in the bank and sent a check to the seller of the Chucky doll.
"Peter, where's our car?" Lois asked Peter one day.
"I don't know," Peter said innocently. "Maybe Chris took it out for a spin," he said.
"Hey, Dad," Peter smiled, walking down the stairs, and going into the kitchen.
"Oh, hi, Chris," Peter said casually. There was a brief silence. "Chris?" he yelled.
Chris came out of the kitchen. "Yeah, Dad?"
"Weren't you supposed to be out taking the car for a spin?" Peter said anxiously, pushing the tubby boy toward the front door.
"Well how can I? You sold the car to pay for the Chucky doll," Chris said.
Lois gasped, "PETER!" She glared at him furiously.
"And you sold me out!" Peter snapped at Chris, pushing him out the door and shutting it in his face. Peter laughed nervously when Lois glared at him once more.
"Go to your room!" yelled Lois. Peter sadly trudged up the stairs to his bedroom.
(One week later, 2:00 pm)
Peter walked outside to get the mail. He opened the mailbox, and he grew excited when he saw a large brown box inside. He grabbed the box and ran inside the house with it, leaving the bills (or junk mail, as Peter called it) flying into the middle of the street. Peter set the box on the sofa and ripped it open. There, lying before him was Chucky. He had a heavy scowl on his face, and he had that sneaky little grin. "Aw, hello, little fellow. You're going to have some new playmates. Their names are Joe, Cleveland, and Quagmire. Come, let's go play with them," Peter said, taking Chucky out of the box.
"Peter! Come with me! We're going to the car lot to buy back our car!" Lois yelled. "And we are returning Chucky as soon as possible!" Peter dropped Chucky on the floor and walked into the kitchen with Lois.
The living room was empty and silent. It was almost too silent. After a minute or so, Chucky got onto his feet and brushed himself off. "Looks like I've got myself some new suckers," he chuckled to himself. "I'd better explore this place first and get the scoop on the family." Chucky ran across the room, up the stairs, and in the hallway. He then looked into Meg's room through a crack in the door. "Little nerdy bitch," he muttered, watching her glasses fall off as she combed her hair. Chucky rushed to Chris's door. The door was wide open, and Chris was running around… still… (Sigh) running from the monkey (doesn't that kid do anything else?) "That monkey could be handy," Chucky said. He rushed to the next room.
There, he saw Stewie and Brian. He gasped in shock when he saw Stewie. Stewie was almost just like him. Sure, he didn't have as much hair, but he was little, had overalls, a deep voice, and a strange desire to kill people. Chucky rushed in. "You!" he yelled.
Brian's eyes widened, and he gasped. Stewie smiled and cheered, "Woo-hoo! He's here! Come, little fellow! Let's plan to kill!" he yelled.
"That's what I'm talking about," Chucky grinned.
"Okay, first, we're going to kill that lousy bitch known as Lois. What we'll do is this. I will ride my tricycle into her legs from behind. She'll fall over. Then, I hold her down, and while I do, you throw a brick on her head. It's perfect!" announced Stewie. Then, Chucky and Stewie went around the house, gathering their supplies to prepare for their killing.