Chapter 5
It took Homer and Chucky about an hour before they found the hotel in Shelbyville where Marge and the kids stayed. Homer still couldn't believe that he was obeying a doll, but Chucky held the knife right up to Homer's throat, so he had no choice. Homer then knocked on the door. "Play along," Chucky threatened. "If you tell anybody about this, you're dead." He then went lifeless.
Marge opened the door and looked annoyed when she saw Homer. "Oh, it's you, Homer," Marge sighed.
"Marge, you better run!" Homer pulled Chucky off his back. "Chucky's going to kill you!" he exclaimed.
Bart walked up. "Oh, so now you believe that he's dangerous? Too late, Homer, you should have listened to me earlier."
"Why you little!" barked Homer. He started strangling Bart.
"Homer!" Marge yelled and then slapped Homer. Homer quit strangling Bart. "There is nothing sinister about that doll."
"Oh yeah, well why does he have a knife?" Homer said, showing how Chucky had a knife.
"Come on," Marge said, "You put it there!"
"No I didn't!" Homer cried.
"Goodbye, Homer!" Marge said, slamming the door in Homer's face. Then, Chucky came back to life.
"You idiot! I warned you, but now, you're gonna die!" Chucky shouted.
"No way! Homer J. Simpson does not listen to some rag doll!" Homer said. He then kicked Chucky out of the parking lot.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" screamed Chucky as he sailed through the air and out of sight.
"Whew!" Homer said. "So much for that bastard. I'll go home now and rest for a while."
Homer walked back home, and while he was gone, Chucky walked toward the hotel. He didn't arrive until late at night, however. When Chucky arrived, he looked in the window. Inside, Marge was brushing her hair, Lisa was playing with her pony toys, Bart was watching TV, and Maggie was crawling around. "Heh heh heh!" he snickered. "I'll get that fat oaf later. Right now, I've got to take care of these dunces."