Chapter 7: The Great Trap on Wheels
The next morning at the Griffin residence, Peter was watching television. He was watching the news reported by Tom and Diane.
"Breaking news this morning," Diane said. "A 43-year-old man known only as Quagmire was found dead in his bathroom tub this morning. Investigators discovered that the tub was full of water, and there was a toaster oven in the water. To make matters worse, it was plugged in," Diane said.
"It seems that he also drowned," Tom said. "Investigators have not yet confirmed it, but they believe that the cause of death was suicide. Now, back to Diane with a news story on skin cancer," he continued.
"Quagmire's dead?" Peter said shocked. "What the hell is going on here? First Lois, and now Quagmire. He probably killed himself for me beating up on him." Peter clicked off the TV and went outside with the guys to discuss it.
Cleveland said, "I can't believe that Quagmire's actually dead. He doesn't seem like the type that would commit suicide. He always seemed so happy and alive."
Joe commented, "Yeah, it's sad. I'm sure gonna miss Quagmire. He sure as hell was annoying at times, but he always had spirit." Joe looked like he was almost about to cry.
"I wonder who could be doing these murders. I heard about your wife, Peter, and I'm sorry about that, too," Cleveland said.
"I accused Quagmire for killing her, but now that I think of it, the evidence doesn't quite hold up," Peter said. "There must be some bandit around here that's doing this." The men had nothing else to say, so they went back home.
When Peter got home, he saw Chucky sitting on the sofa. He looked like he'd been there all along. "Ah, there's Chucky!" Peter said, cheering up a bit. "I've been looking all over for that little rascal. But how did he get here? I could have sworn that he wasn't here last time I checked."
Then, Stewie came running in the room. "Hello, father," he greeted innocently.
"Hey, Stewie!" Peter said. "Where were you last night, anyway?"
"Uh… um… I was in my crib. Yeah, that's it. My crib," Stewie lied.
"Oh, okay," Peter said casually, not suspecting a thing. He grabbed Chucky and took him in the kitchen. Peter picked up the telephone and dialed to begin a conference call with Cleveland and Joe. "Hey, guys, I found my Chucky doll," Peter said.
"That's good, Peter," Cleveland said. "When can we see it?"
Peter set the Chucky doll on the table. "Right now, I guess," he said.
"Great! It'll be good to see whether or not your doll is lame like ours," Joe said. The men hung up, and then Peter turned around to grab the Chucky doll. His hands grabbed thin air. "W-what? Oh, where'd my doll go now?" grumbled Peter. "CHRIS! MEG! BRIAN! STEWIE!" he yelled. All the kids then rushed inside the kitchen. They looked at Peter, wondering what he wanted. "Have any of you seen my Chucky doll?" They shook their heads. "Oh, come on! He couldn't have just walked off on his own!" Peter yelled. "And… wait a minute! Where's Stewie? Something screwy's going on here…" Peter said in an ominous tone.
Meanwhile, Cleveland and Joe were walking over to Peter's house. Cleveland had already gone inside, but Joe was still trying to get his wheelchair over the little bump. "Psst. Over here," a voice whispered from the bushes.
"Who goes there?" Joe said. Stewie popped his head out of the bushes. "Oh, it's little Stewie. How cute," he said. But then, another face popped through the bushes. "Aagh! What the hell?"
"That's right, Joe!" Chucky said.
"Hey! H-how do you know my name?" Joe said.
"That doesn't matter, Joe. What does matter is that in 2 seconds, you're gonna be in deep doo-doo," Chucky said.
"What's that supposed to – meeeaaaannnn!" Joe yelled, as he suddenly was being pushed at a faster speed than he was used to. Chucky and Stewie kept running faster and faster, and the wheelchair got more and more wobbly and out of control. "L-let me off! Stop! Let me go!" Joe shouted. However, Stewie and Chucky paid no attention to Joe's pleads.
"Where exactly are we taking him?" Stewie asked.
"You'll see," Chucky grinned. After about half an hour, they got to the freeways. Cars were going faster than they did on the regular highways, and there was much more traffic as well. Joe screamed as Stewie and Chucky narrowly escaped the cars that zoomed by. As Joe was being pushed, Chucky looked at the edges of the freeway. He shook his head when looking at certain parts. Finally, he saw a part that seemed to please him, and he nodded. He tapped Stewie and pointed to the spot. "Over there."
"Ooh, lovely," Stewie said. Then, he and Chucky pushed Joe's wheelchair faster and faster and then let go. Joe's wheelchair hit a concrete median, and that sent Joe flying out of his wheelchair. He soared through the sky, and then he saw that he was about to land smack dab in the middle of the highway. Screaming, Joe tried to "flap" his arms to move his body from the road. However, that did no good whatsoever, and Joe's bones then crunched on the pavement. Groaning in pain, Joe couldn't move, and he stayed in place like a snail. Joe looked up and saw a big 18-wheel truck coming his way.