Chucky Vs. the Leprechaun
"So, uh, Tiff. When you gonna make some more o' them meatballs, eh?" Chucky asked of his doll wife Tiffany, who was actually a doll. So was he and his son, as well; a family of killer dolls living in a trailer recently occupied by random people they'd 'taken care of ' earlier. "I dunno...maybe. Hey, let's go for a walk!" Tiffany said spontaneously. "No." Chucky said immediately. "Oh come on dad! We could go for a walk, it'll be fun." Glen said. "Glen, son, you gotta understand that not everything 'will be fun!'" Chucky mocked with quote fingers and all. "Oh, come on doll face, it'll be good for us." Tiffany said excitedly as she walked to the door with her mind made up. "Oh boy!" Glen exclaimed and followed his mother. Chucky sat for a couple of seconds and found it no use. "I just don't see the use of burning carbs before we eat." He said stubbornly as they set out. "Honey, we're plastic." Tiff said as she closed the door.
As Chucky discovered, the walk didn't turn out a total waste of time. The dolls found a cave they hadn't seen before. "Hey, cool. Let's go in it." Chucky said as he headed towards it. "But it's dark in there." Glen said. Chucky took a second look at the cave. "Yes, yes it is." He said. "There might be a bear in it, dad." Glen said nervously. "So there's a bear." Chucky said waving a hand as he ventured in. "Go on, Glenda." Tiffany said as she pushed her shivering son in front of her. "Hey! There's a pot of gold in here! Sweet!" Chucky said enthralled by its shining coins. Glen squealed and ran out of the cave. Tiffany went after him. Chucky looked to the right of the pot of gold and found out why Glen ran. "Gahh!...Oh…It's just a midget skeleton." Chucky observed of the remains of an unfortunate short person with a green Irish looking hat. "Hmm…" He looked from the hat and to the pot of gold and back again. Hat. Pot of gold. Hat. Pot of Gold. Hat of gold. Pot of hat…Uh…
Chucky came through the door finally. "What took you so long, Chucky?" Tiffany commanded in a huff. "I had to drag this pot of gold all the way here." He said out of breath. "A pot of gold? You kept us waiting for a pot of gold? Well, was there anything else there?" Tiffany asked prepared to get angry. "Well…there was a hat…" Chucky said as innocently as he could. "Well you should have taken the hat! What are we going to do with a pot of gold, Chucky? We're dolls, we can't spend it on anything! I could if I was Jennifer Tilly, though!" Tiffany raged. "Please don't fight." Glen piped from a chair. "Hey…" Chucky tried to defend himself, but was interrupted by an Irish voice. "You took me pot o' gold." It said. "What the?" Chucky turned to look up at the rather unattractive leprechaun looking midget sitting on top of the fridge.