A/N: Well it's on to the 9th chap! Finally, I'm actually on a roll and it makes me happy! But enough with me, I hope you are enjoying the story so far and I really hope the chaps aren't getting lamer each time. I do realize that Chucky did get a little "family man" like but he changes real quick, let's just say he's good at pulling your leg. But he does get more like himself in this chap and does some killing after something is discovered... hmmm, wonder what that might be? Ok, just enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 9

Everyone besides Glenda sat on the couch and watched the news out of boredom and none of them were finding anything interesting until the mention of Jennifer Tilly's body being found at the studio were Chucky and Tiffany had been when Glen found them.

Both Chucky and Tiffany looked over at Glen with demanding looks.

He shook his head and held his hands up in defense. "Don't look at me, I just went along with Glenda's plan," he said hoping Chucky wouldn't be too angry at him. He didn't care about Glenda after all she was the one who dealt with the body.

"How did she know about that studio?" Chucky asked staring hard at Glen with a menacing glare.

"Don't blame me for that either," Glen said in a high, protesting voice.

Chucky then turned his glare to Tiffany and waited for her to explain.

"She had the right to know what happened," Tiffany said. "She's our daughter and Glen's sister; she's family. And anyway, I had to do something that one day to get her to stop bugging me."

"What was she demanding?"

"She was demanding an explanation."

Chucky wanted to shove her off the couch for being as stupid as she was at that moment. "Honey, what kind of an explanation?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh, I don't know—"

"Yes, you do know!"

"Okay, she wanted to know why you were a doll and all that happened between you and me."

Chucky thought for a moment. "So she asked about that after she accidentally brought me back and saw me at the table?" He asked.

Tiffany nodded. "Yes, before when you and Glen's doll had been set on Glen's shelf since his 5th or 6th birthday, she had constantly asked about them and what was so important or so special about them. Neither, Glen or I could tell her because obviously she wouldn't have believed us. For God's sake she didn't believe that you being at the table was even real. Let alone you being her father."

Chucky sighed. "Alright, I'm not going to get mad at this but it's going to be those days when you were after Jennifer all over again, but then it could also become something worse."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it. It all began at that studio when we murdered that idiot and Jennifer was blamed for it, but now that Jennifer was found dead at that same studio, it may cause an even worse mess. Sure they cleared her of being a murderer but having a murder start at that studio again and with it being Jennifer's body, think about it. We could be in deep shit, especially when they come to investigate her house."

Tiffany and Chucky heard a slightly loud clap and they turned to see Glen with his hand plastered to his face.

"What's with you?" Chucky asked looking at Glen as if he were an idiot.

"Why didn't I think of that?" Glen burst. "If I would have used my fucking head this may not have happened!"

"Glen! Watch your language!" Tiffany scolded.

"Shut up, Tiff," Chucky snapped at her. "Glen, explain this to me. Why do you think this could have been stopped?"

Glen buried his face into his hands with frustration.

"Well, you think about it, Dad, I knew what happened and if I would have thought about it and saw it like you do, I could have told Glenda no. I could have made her do something else. Am I not right?"

Chucky suddenly whacked himself in the head also. "God damn, you're fucking right! Maybe I can blame this on you! Why the fuck didn't you stop her, or better yet, why didn't you think of the time you brought your mother and I back! It could have triggered some intelligence in that head of yours!" He yelled.

Tiffany turned on Chucky and pushed him off the couch. "Don't you go yelling at Glen for this and blaming him on something that was your own fault!" She yelled at him.

"My fault?" Chucky yelled back. "How the fuck is this my fault!"

"You know very well that this is your fault because you were the one who turned me back into and doll and if you would have properly thought your plan out, this wouldn't have happened! All you had to do was think up a way to dispose of Jennifer's body properly without using the benefit of your own children, come on Chucky, you're a fucking serial killer! Use what killer intelligence you have!"

Finally Glen had had enough of the yelling and he ran out of the room and outside.

Chucky and Tiffany shot after him but it was too late, he was already in his car and backing quickly out of the driveway.

Tiffany really got mad then. "Now look what you've done!" she yelled not caring that they were outside where people would be able to hear and come stop a fight that they would think was between to humans instead of two dolls.

"What I've done? You were the one who started this!" Chucky raged.

A/N: Snickers uncontrollablydidn't I tell you Chucky was back to himself in this chapter? J

"You fucking bastard! How dare you tell me that I started this..."Tiffany paused then narrowed her eyes at Chucky. "You haven't changed one fucking bit! I take everything that I said about you becoming a new person back! I lied, you will never change! You couldn't change if your life depended on it!"

"At least I didn't care more about myself when Glen needed us! You were the one fussing over your own fucking life and how you wanted to become a "star", and in that time you didn't do shit for Glen!"

"I did too! I spent time with him; I spent more time with him than you did!"

"Yeah, your idea of spending time with Glen was saying good night and good morning that running off and fixing your own problems. I was the one who took him out and actually did things with him!"

"You did the wrong things with him," Tiffany snapped. "You knew very well that Glen didn't like killing but you went ahead and took him out on your killing sprees! You had no respect for him!"

Chucky was now fed up with it. Tiffany would try anything or say anything to make herself look better than everyone else, and those were the kind of people Chucky loathed.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You said yourself that Glen said he'd love those days to return and that he didn't care about the killing because it was time with me! You are a fucking liar, no fucking wonder Glen is the way he is; you fill his mind with your lying bullshit! You are the worst mother to ever live!"

This snapped Tiffany's anger to the limit and Chucky knew he'd done it because he was aiming for it. He was determined to have her make the first move in trying to kill him so he could kill her, she had put herself at the limit on him and he knew she wasn't the killer he was. She had no fucking chance against him.

Knowing this Chucky made the first move and lunged at Tiffany with the kitchen knife but Glen came running up and kicked the knife out of Chucky's hand then grabbed Tiffany before Chucky could go after her again.

He ran as fast as he could to his still running car and sped off.

Chucky growled but immediately ran back into the house and screamed for Glenda.

Hearing the tone Chucky was using, Glenda came right down and asked what was wrong.

"We're using your car," Chucky said dragging her out to the black mustang.

"To do what?" Glenda demanded. She didn't want him taking the car out and having it end up smashed to hell. She loved that car with all her heart.

"We're going after your mother and Glen," Chucky snarled.

Glenda was confused. "Why? What went on, Dad?"

"It doesn't matter," Chucky snapped. "We are going after them!"

Chucky opened the door and told Glenda to take the pedals. Glumly she did while Chucky stood on the seat and steered.

In fear of wrecking her car, Glenda drove slow and pissed Chucky off.

"Get a fucking move on!" He ordered angrily. "You've got the fucking money to buy twenty new ones so step on it!"

Realizing he was right Glenda floored it and Chucky had to swerve from hitting other cars and speed through red lights also swerving to miss the cars coming from both directions. Up ahead he caught sight of Glen's hummer and was more determined to get at him.

They had both pushed their limits with him and now they were going to pay.

Glen looked in his rear view mirror and saw Glenda's car come speeding up behind him and his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

"Oh, shit!"

Tiffany looked back to see what upset Glen and she also yelled in surprise.

"He's going to run us off the road!" She shrieked.

"I know Mom, just stay calm and I'll figure this out," Glen said watching the mustang get closer and closer.

"You're going to fucking burn in hell for what you did," Chucky snarled as he held tight to the steering wheel.

Down at the pedals Glenda was enjoying herself. This was awesome! She knew Chucky was a killer but she didn't think he'd kill his own family. This sure made her day, and now that she was the only one to help him, she was going to get a big part in his murder and it was going to be fun.

As the car neared Glen's bumper Chucky whipped the car to the right and had Glenda speed up until the whole hood of the car was lined up with the back of the hummer. Once he had it in the perfect spot, he turned the wheel and rammed the two cars together.

The collision made Glen lose control and Chucky thought that had done the trick until Glen regained control and came right back at him and rammed him and Glenda. The jolt shoved the car into an SUV in the other lane.

"The kid is damned good," Chucky said quietly. One thing for sure though, he never thought Glen would revolt against him like that, but then the kid did care about Tiffany more than him. Don't get him wrong, but Chucky also had cared about Tiffany until she had pushed him way to far over the edge.

"Dad, I don't think you're going to succeed," Glenda said below.

"Shut up, Glenda!" Chucky snapped. "I don't need you acting psychic right now!"

Glenda just mumbled.

"Honey, where are you going?" Tiffany asked Glen as he sped down the road.

"Um, well, Dad doesn't know that Andy gave me his home address before he left, so I figured he could help us."

"Do you think Chucky knows Andy?"

Glen didn't think; he knew Chucky had met Andy. And thinking about it real hard, Glen figured that was the ten years of Chucky's life that he wouldn't tell, and now Glen knew why.

Once he'd have the chance, Glen would explain his theory to Tiffany and maybe the both of them, plus Andy, could fix things and get life back to normal. But, if Chucky would refuse to cooperate, it would leave them no choice but to kill him.

Glen couldn't take the thought of having to kill Chucky again; it was hard enough the first time. But no, it would be even worse this time around because Chucky started to act like a father and was caring towards Glen and it would ruin him to kill a caring father like Chucky had become. The decisions were becoming hard.

"Glen, are you okay?" Tiffany asked seeing the tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

Glen quickly wiped them away. "Yeah, I guess the pollution got to me," he lied.

Tiffany looked at him sternly. "Are you sure? Those tears don't seem like they were caused by pollution," she said.

"It's nothing, Mom, really. Let's just get to Andy's house so we can straighten things out." That was a big mistake. Glen had forgotten that he didn't tell Tiffany about his theory of Chucky's unknown ten years and how they were going to end the battle.

Glen was glad when Tiffany didn't hear the last part. All she was concerned about was Glen's emotions, and "straightening things out" had nothing to do with his emotions.

"Sweetface, there has got to be something bothering you," Tiffany said sometime later. She wasn't even close to giving up because Glen never cried in the type of circumstance they were in at that moment. He had learned to take a killing seriously and think of a way to avoid more than needed without losing it. Sure as hell, something was up and Tiffany had a feeling it had something to do with Chucky. Ever since Glenda brought him back, it'd always had something to do with him; there was no doubt about that.

"Where the hell is he going?" Chucky asked himself as he ordered Glenda to speed the car up.

"Maybe he's going to the police," Glenda answered.

Chucky wanted to pound her for saying that but instead he replied, "Glen is smarter than that, unlike you! He knows very well the police wouldn't believe a punk coming in and claiming they're being chased by a killer doll! It would be the Andy Barclay case all over!" Chucky snapped his jaw shut in surprise.

Oh, fuck. I did not just say that, he thought. What a big fucking mistake that was! And now he was going to get it because knowing Glenda, the little brat wouldn't give up until she heard the entire story.

"The Andy Barclay case? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Glenda, watch your mouth you little hoodlum," Chucky snapped. Maybe he could counteract the conversation, hopefully.

"Hey, you've never yelled at me before about swearing, well, maybe once but that's not fair! You get to swear all you want!"

"That's because I have a higher priority than you so shut up!"

"Asshole," Glenda muttered.

Chucky heard her but ignore it, after all, she did forget about him mentioning Andy Barclay, at least until it would come back in a couple hours. According to Tiffany, that was always the case.

Too bad he didn't have one of those tools from Men in Black that could make her forget everything he told her to a certain point. But, he didn't think voodoo could even do that and if it could, he sure as hell didn't know how.

"Where else would he go smart one?" Glenda suddenly asked.

Chucky felt like kicking her in the head but couldn't reach. "How the fuck should I know? Just do what you're supposed to be doing and shut up! I don't need your useless, full of shit questions; I've got more important things to deal with!"

"Full of shit? How could my questions be full of shit? Is that even possible?"

"Glenda! SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Glenda was starting to enjoy life more and more. Oh what fun it was to make Chucky yell and threaten her.

"You wouldn't dare kill me," Glenda sneered. "You need me."

"The fuck I do! You just want to be needed because you've never been needed before! The way I see it, to other people you were as good as a sack of shit!" He was really getting pissed off now, but luckily his last comment made Glenda shut up… so he thought.

"You are such a fucking asshole!" Glenda yelled at him.

"If you don't like it then do something about it!"

"Fine then, I will!"

Chucky waited for her to slam on the brakes and go after him but she continued to drive on. He snickered wildly.

"Just as I thought," he said. "You can't do shit." He made a sound between a "humph" and a laugh. "And you call yourself a fearless killer."

Glenda giggled. "Oh, and you call yourself a fearless killer. You don't even know what's in store for you," she whispered to herself. Once they got to wherever Glen was going and he was in the perfect situation, Glenda was going to show him how much she kept to her word, and how much of a fearless killer she really was. Starting then, it was announced playtime.