It was a brand new day, and as usual the residents of 'Horror Hall' were lazing around, taking a day off from the stressful job of being psychotic killers.

While Freddy absently flicked through Murders Digest, Samara hurried past him, her long black hair in her face while she checked her watch.

Freddy's eyes left his magazine and fell upon her. "Where are you off to?" He enquired.

"Work," Samara muttered, barely noticing he was there.

"I thought you had a day off," Freddy replied, his attention turning back to his reading.

"Yes, well," Samara sighed, "There's a shortage of psychogirlswhocomeoutofwellsandtellpeopletheywilldieinsevendays today, so I offered to step in."

"All right," Freddy mumbled, done talking to her. Samara gave him a severe look of impatience before leaving the room. "I'll be back around three. Remember, you and Jason are asleep by nine. And you have to do whatever Michael says."

"Whatever," Freddy groaned, turning a page.

"I'll check up on you when I get in," Samara warned him, before attempting to brush her hair and failing. With that she left the house, the door shutting behind her. Freddy, who hadn't noticed her go as he had been singing 'Check Up On It' by Beyonce, stopped singing abruptly to find himself face to face with Chucky, who had been smirking at him.

"What do you want?" Freddy asked him, feeling iritated.

"Nothing," Chucky said in a high pitched voice, before laughing and jumping down from Freddy's lap. "Well, I'm going to meet Tiffany. Hey, Freddy.." He glanced around to check that the coast was clear, and then whispered, "..We're trying."

Freddy suddenly jumped up and screamed, "OH - MY - GOD! THAT IS LIKE SO - !"

"Knock it off!" Chucky hissed, bonking him on the head, "I don't want people finding out yet."

"Oh," Freddy said in a quiet voice, "Fine. Sam said she wants us back by nine but If she's not coming back 'till three then -" He glanced at Chucky, "You're going to have to stall Myers while I go out for a bit."

Chucky was outraged, "What - ? Well, fine. What are friends for, right?" He offered Freddy a cheesy smile, but did not get one in return. "Yeah well, Tiffany and I might be doin' other things later but - I'll do the best I can."

Freddy narrowed his eyes. "How the hell can you have sex when you're a doll?" He enquired.

"It's complicated, I know, but -"

"Complicated? It's physically impossible!"

Freddy and Chucky spun around. There, standing behind them, was Nancy Thompson. "What - What the hell are you doing here?" Freddy asked, "God, I must be getting old If I can't kill this slut!"

Nancy folded her arms. "I've got nine lives, silly! Anyway, I think I may have a plan for how you can get past Myers."

Freddy was intruiged, "Really? Like what?"

"Well, you add some butter, then maybe some olives and tuna.."

Chucky and Freddy exchanged glances. "Uh, weren't you just about to tell him how he could get past Myers?" Chucky said slowly.

Nancy blinked at them. "What? Oh, yes. Yes, I was. Well, that's all fine and dandy, then.." She continued and Freddy and Chucky's eyes widened, "..Well, when I was always trying to get past you, Freddy, I tried to seduce you."

"You never tried to seduce me," Freddy groaned. This girl's cheese had obviously slipped off of her cracker.

"You did! Freddy! Oh my god! I'm leaving! This is it for us! Yes, that's right - We're over!" Nancy yelled, before turning on her heels and stomping out of the house. When she had gone, Freddy and Chucky said nothing for a while before coughing and launching into a conversation about olives.