A/N: As I was rewriting this story, I realized I did a lot more laughing as things changed. I also realized it kind of fits into the Child's Play series for some reason just tp let you know and see if you agree, okay, here's Chap 4.

Chapter 4

Tiffany sat at the front window and waited impatiently for Glen to come home. She was worried because she knew Chucky was with him and the only thing that she didn't know was what that doll was up to. One thing for sure though, it made her paranoid to have Glen running around alone with Chucky, he was still unpredictable.

"Quit worrying so much, Mom, Glen will be fine. After all, he is with "Dad"," Glenda told her mother almost sarcastically.

"That's what worries me," Tiffany said still staring out the window.

"Is that doll really my dad?"

Tiffany looked at Glenda and smiled. "Yes, honey, he is your father. I wouldn't lie to you about something like that."

"So, what happened? Why did Glen look at Chucky with fear at first?" Glenda asked hoping that her mother would be willing to tell her.

Tiffany sat quietly for a moment. "Let's see... How about we start at the beginning, about twenty, maybe not even, years ago when Chucky was still a human he was known as Charles Lee Ray, the notorious Lakeshore Strangler."

Glenda groaned. "I already know that part, that's what Glen claimed in the beginning but I thought he was being a baby about it."

Tiffany sighed. "I guess so, but I didn't tell you that in 1988 he was shot down by a cop by the name of Mike Norris in a toy store. Your father, what I call "cheating death", transferred his soul into that of a Good Guy doll in order to get revenge and keep on murdering."

"Cool, so where do you come in?"

"Well, your father and I have known each other since 7th grade and when I found out that he had been shot in '88, I went to search for him."

"So you knew that he had transferred his soul into the doll?"

"Of course! When I saw his picture in the paper with the doll beside him, there was no way I couldn't figure that out! It took me ten years to find him though and when I did, he needed a bit of repairing, as you can tell by his face."

"What did he do during those ten years?" Glenda was beginning to think this was the best story that was ever told to her... by her mother.

"I don't actually know, he never told me."

"And I never will."

Tiffany and Glenda turned to see Chucky and they both glared at him immediately for sneaking in on them.

"Where's Glen?" Tiffany asked.

"In his room," Chucky replied getting ready to go upstairs.

"What in hell did you two do?" Glenda asked.

"None of your business," Chucky growled.

"Fine then! I guess I won't care about you anymore."

"I guess not." Chucky gave her one last threatening look then went upstairs as fast as he could which to Glenda, was pretty fast for a doll.

"I wish he was still human," Glenda mumbled.

So do I," Tiffany replied. "So do I."

"What'd you do with the doll?" Chucky asked Glen as he entered the room.

"Put it in the same place I put you," Glen said. "Hey, how'd you get out from under the floor board?"

"It wasn't that heavy, even with it placed tightly shut, I could still lift it."

"Well, then maybe I need to place something heavy over it next time," Glen said and thought about locking Chucky in there just to see how long he could keep him trapped.

"Not if I'm going to be put in it."

"There's no use for it then," Glen exclaimed humorously.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Glen."

Glen looked at Chucky in shock. "Damn, you're mean," he pouted.

"You're damned right I am. Which gets me thinking to why you're even related to me. You're too damned soft to have my blood."

"You are lucky that Mom didn't hear you say the 'f' word to me or else you'd be thrown out the window again," Glen said laughing.

"If I could, I'd throw you off the roof," Chucky snapped.

"Well too bad, it seems you can't."

"You just wait."

A knock on the door stopped Chucky from giving Glen the middle finger... again.

Both Glen and Chucky said "come in" at the same time and Glenda opened the door.

"Am I allowed?" She asked in the sweetest voice.

Chucky and Glen stared at her. A sweet voice coming from her was a shock. Even in the short time that Chucky knew her, he still was aware that she wouldn't speak in any sweet tone.

"Sure, we guess," Chucky said looking at Glen with confusion. "So, what do you need?" Chucky asked looking back at Glenda.

"Um, well, I guess I wanted to know what happened in the ten years that Mom was looking for you."

Chucky raised his eyebrows. "From 1988 to 1998?" This kid must have a short memory span, Chucky thought.

"Yea."

Chucky took a deep breath. "Okay, well, you know what? Too bad! I told your mother that she would not hear of it and neither will you!" Chucky snapped. Didn't the kid get the hint when he told Tiffany that he'd never tell her about those ten years? What made Glenda so God damned special?

Glenda gave Chucky a dirty look. "You're an asshole," she snapped as she went out of the room.

"Don't I know it."

"She can't stand being mouthed off to, as you can tell," Glen said snickering at her remark to Chucky.

"She's dense if you ask me," Chucky said. He looked back up at the Glen doll and smiled. It was now the chance for Chucky to see if it was time to be able to change Tiffany back… after he found out where her own doll was.

Without telling Glen what he was doing, Chucky went downstairs and found Tiffany lying on the couch with a pillow over her face. He grinned then turned back and ran up the stairs and into Glen's room.

"Glen!"

Glen looked down at Chucky from his bed. "What?"

"Where's Tiff's doll, now's the perfect time to change her back!"

"How do you know?"

"She's got a headache," Chucky snickered with an evil look in his blue eyes.

"You're evil," Glen told him.

"It pays to be evil."

Glen shook his head and went out to get the Tiffany doll for Chucky which was obviously in Tiff's room.

Once he had it, Chucky took off down the hall and stairs then skidded to a halt next to the couch. He set the doll on the floor then looked at Tiffany to make sure she wasn't aware of him.

"Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you," Chucky said and when he finished, he readied himself for any upcoming blows once Tiffany woke up.

For awhile both bodies lay motionless until Tiffany, in her doll body, woke up.

She looked up at the couch where Jennifer Tilly's body lay then looked around for Chucky; she was going to murder him.

"Alright, where are you, you bastard?" Tiffany growled as she got up.

"I'm right here, cupcake," Chucky replied in a snotty babyish voice.

Tiffany turned around and slugged Chucky on the side of his face. He fell backwards clutching his face.

"Fuck woman, that fucking hurt!" Chucky complained glaring at Tiffany.

"You son of a bitch! Why'd you do this to me?"

"I had to, this is the way I want you to be."

Getting even madder at Chucky she slugged him again and this time aimed right between the legs which brought him clear down onto his knees.

He groaned in pain as he sank down lower into the floor.

"Hope you weren't planning anything tonight," Tiffany said with a smirk.

"Don't think you've completely disabled me, honey, it'll take more then that to bring this hunk of plastic down."

"I can arrange that you be brought down and disabled," Tiffany said walking past Chucky then running up the stairs.

Forgetting about his manly pain, Chucky took off after her and caught her just as she reached Glen's room. He shoved her hard into the wall and stared at her.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked.

"Glen will help me, I know he will!"

"Really? Him help the mother that didn't do shit with him because she was too busy fussing over herself?"

Tiffany lowered her eyes. She knew he was right but she didn't want to admit to it. But it was her sin of ignoring Glen those years ago.