A/N: I keep forgetting to put disclaimers but everyone knows that all characters except those who people randomly think up for their fan fics belong to Don Mancini. So here's Chapter 6 which is completely new. The other chaps had to be rewritten but this one hadn't been written until now! Let's hope it doesn't turn lame like before...

Chapter 6

"Chucky, what are you exactly up to?" Tiffany asked as they all, including Glenda, sat at the table eating breakfast.

"What do you think I'm up to?"

Tiffany shrugged. "Hell if I know, I just hope it has nothing to do with the annihilation of this family."

Chucky laughed. "That will be decided later," he said turning to Glenda and glaring at her.

She glared back at him. "Don't even think about it, traitor," she growled as she mutilated her pancake and pretending that it was Chucky.

Glen snickered to himself and Glenda shot a look at him. "What are you laughing about?" She snapped.

"You wouldn't be able to get away with anything with me around," he said. "You're a doll now."

"Hey, now cut it out you two!" Chucky cut in angrily. "I don't want to hear anymore bickering from the both of you."

"Yes, Father," Glenda and Glen said in a unified snotty way.

Tiffany could tell Chucky hadn't gotten any sleep the night before which was very bad. She remembered in school how he would come into the classroom after a night of no sleep and slam his books on his desk, walk up to the teacher, warn her about the previous night then go and sit down. After awhile Tiffany had learned the importance of keeping quiet around him unless he spoke or asked a question and it had worked and because she learned so quickly, Chucky had stayed with her until he was shot down in 1988.

"When breakfast is done, Glen, would you mind taking your sister out?" Tiffany asked hopefully.

"Sure Mom," Glen said finishing his glass of milk. "Where would you want to go, Glenda?"

"I'd like to go see Simon, he's probably wondering where I am."

"You're not going to see anybody," Chucky snapped at her.

"Why not?" Glenda demanded angrily.

"Because you're a fucking doll, Glenda! You don't need to be going around showing yourself off and scaring the shit out of people. We can't take that risk, especially with Andy still alive somewhere." Chucky said the last part quietly so that the rest of them couldn't hear him.

"Simon won't advertise me, Dad! He's my boyfriend!"

"I don't care! You're not seeing him until things are straightened out. You're only allowed to call him and any other friends," Chucky said on the verge of squeezing his coffee cup to the point of breaking it. It wasn't likely that he could break it but he sure wanted to.

"This is bullshit! I can't even go see my own boyfriend."

Glen looked at Chucky with a smile. "Hey, Dad, there is a way for Glenda to be able to see Simon," he said.

Chucky thought for a moment. "You're right, but Glenda would have to have no objection to it."

Glenda folded her arms across her chest and huffed at Chucky. "You're thinking of turning Simon into a doll like us," she said more as a statement rather than a question.

"It's the only way you'll be able to see your loverboy." Chucky wondered what he'd do about a body but then thought about something; Glenda had quite the collection of dolls in her room and a paper he found that had said something about her being in a doll making class. Perhaps she could create her own doll for Simon so she could avoid the possiblity of having Chucky and Glen pick out an ugly doll for him.

"So, what are you going to do about a body?" Glenda asked finishing her breakfast.

Chucky actually smiled at her. "Oh, I thought you could be in charge of the body," he said in a sly tone. "You make the body and I'll deal with the rest."

"I guess I'm good with that," Glenda mumbled then went upstairs to give Simon a call.

"I'm surprised you didn't kill her," Tiffany said as she gathered up the plates and placed them in the sink.

"I'm surprised at myself for not killing her, it's not like me," Chucky said in disappointment.

Tiffany gave Chucky a loving smile. "You know what I think?" She asked hopping up onto the chair next to Chucky.

Chucky waited for her to answer.

"I think you couldn't kill her because she's your daughter."

Chucky shook his head. "No, I couldn't kill her because I didn't want to upset you," he said looking her in the eye.

Tiffany noticed as Glen mouthed out the words, 'told you he loved you' to her then left them alone.

"You didn't believe at first, did you?" Chucky asked surprising Tiffany.

"What do you mean?" She asked trying to act clueless.

Chucky grinned at her. "Don't give me that, I know very well that Glen had told you that I did love you but you thought since he is pretty gullible, that he was falling for one of my tricks. I'm smarter than you think I am," he said pouring himself some more coffee then filling up Tiffany's cup.

Tiffany chuckled. "You want Glen and Glenda to go out so you can show me just how much you love me, isn't that right?"

Chucky nodded. "Yes, I can't have them in the house with that in progress," he said imagining them being walked in by Glenda and shivered.

"You're still the Chucky I've always known," Tiffany said giving him a kiss.

"I hope that's not a bad thing," Chucky said kissing her back.

"Sorry to interrupt, but what are we going to do about Jennifer's body?" Glen asked slipping on his coat.

Tiffany had an idea.

"Well, since you and Glenda are going out for awhile, why don't you place her body somewhere and make it look like an accidental death," she said watching Chucky's eyes brighten. She knew he was falling more and more in love with her with each time she thought up something like that.

Glen had no arguement, after all, Glenda would know for sure what to do with the body. She'd been studying about the different accidental deaths that have happened over the decades and would probably know how to set one up. That was one thing about Glenda that came in handy with a family of serial killers, except Glen.

When Glenda came back down she told them that Simon wanted to come over in a week but Chucky had to make sure of something, something very important.

"How long would it take for you to make the doll?" He asked eyeing her.

Glenda thought for a moment. Well, if I get Jamie to drop the materials off from school tomorrow, I'd say it could be done four or five hours before Simon wants to come. So, don't worry, Dad, I'll have everything ready for you when the time comes."

"When you get this, Jamie, to drop the materials off, tell her to leave them at the side of the house just behind the gate, and tell her you want her to do that because nobody will be home for a few days."

"As I said, don't worry, I'll have everything in order."

"Oh, I'm gonna worry," Chucky said quietly. "You're too much of a showoff."

Glenda stared at Chucky. "What'd you say?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. Just go away, get rid of that body then do whatever you two plan on doing," Chucky replied.

"What body? Oh, Jennifer's," Glenda let out a chuckle. "I know exactly what to do with her."

"That's what we thought," Glen said motioning for her to follow him out with Jennifer's body in hand with an old blanket that was never used wrapped around it.

Once Chucky was sure that they had left and weren't coming back for anything, he turned to Tiffany who had made her way to the sink to do dishes and sagged his shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"The dishes, I can't stand seeing them not done, unless you'd like to do them for me," Tiffany said giving Chucky a look.

Remembering what happened in the beginning of their marrige Chucky decided that it'd be best to do them and let her do something else.

He got up on the chair she was using and glumly rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher while Tiffany let the dog in to feed it.

After they were both done, they went upstairs to Tiffany's, now Tiffany and Chucky's room, shut the door, and locked it.