The Pie of Doom Returns!

A/N: Uh…yea… I obey the reviewers O-O

Tiffany could have swore after the night before that Chucky would be more careful about where he places his dinner when cooling it, but she was proven wrong. For that next night she made the quick, easy dinner of pot pie's again, this time beef instead of chicken (Maybe she was in the mood to see Chucky fuss over the loss of his pie again, who knows).

Just like he had done before he stuck the steaming hot pie on the windowsill but to Tiffany's surprise didn't take his eye off of it, even when he went to grab a drink or even just help her with small errands. She decided to test him on how much he was determined to watch that stupid pie so she asked him if he could go and grab the kids.

At first Chucky moaned and said no, but she finally threatened him and did what she expected any man to do when he doesn't want to take his eye off something. He went just far enough out of the kitchen to where he could still see the pie and yelled as loud as he possibly could that dinner was ready.

Tiffany wasn't satisfied because she knew Glenda and not even Glen could hear him.

"Chucky, you have to actually go upstairs to get them! You know how loud Glenda plays her music and how attached Glen gets to the computer…"

"Well, then you get your ass up there and yell at them!"

A menacing scowl crept across Tiffany's face and she pointed a finger at him.

"Why don't you get your fat ass up there and get them! For god's sake you could use the exercise and the weight loss," she snapped.

Chucky's mouth dropped open and Tiffany swore that if it could, it would have dropped to the floor.

"I could use the weight loss—"

"Yes you! Look at that pot belly you have! No wonder you are so attached to pot pies! Now get your fat, pie eating ass up there and fetch the kids before I take a suction tube and suck all that fat outta you!"

"Make me, bitch," Chucky snapped at her.

Tiffany lost it. She whipped around, grabbed the kitchen knife from the counter and ran at Chucky with a death scream.

With his eyes popping out of his head Chucky ran screaming from her and begged her to have mercy but she paid no attention to his sobbing pleads and ran faster. At least this way she could get some exercise out of him.

"Okay, okay! I will get the kids!" With that said Chucky shot up the stairs and went speeding to the kids' rooms and pounded on their doors while yelling at them to come to dinner. After that was done he went back downstairs and immediately into the kitchen where his eyes fell on the empty windowsill. At that moment Chucky stopped breathing and clenched his teeth together so hard he swore he heard a few of them crack. Finally he knew what he had to do.

"Where is that fucking dog?" He yelled and took off through the house searching for their Beagle, Kane (The dog's original name was Canine Killer but being too long Tiffany changed it to Kane, and plus the name did not fit the dog at all).

At hearing Chucky's yell, Tiffany rushed off to find him and ran into him as he shot back into the kitchen. Both of them hit the ground at the same time, groaning from the pain the linoleum floor inflicted upon them.

"Chucky, what in the fuck are you doing?" Tiffany asked sitting up and rubbing the back of her head.

"Don't think I have forgotten about last night, Tiff," Chucky said also sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

They were never going to get rid of the migraine that would take over in a couple hours which meant the next few days were going to be hell for them all.

"Oh, so you are blaming the dog for the disappearance of your fucking pie," Tiffany said getting up and walked over to the table while trying to keep from falling over or running into something and making the pain worse.

"Why wouldn't I? He had it the last fucking time!"

With a sigh Tiffany walked back over to Chucky, pulled him to his feet and shoved him over to the table. When trying to get him up on the chair Chucky's brain went dead for a blind moment and he fell off the chair sending the both of them into the floor again.

"Maybe we need to get carpet in here," Chucky said lamely.

"You don't put carpet in a kitchen, hon. It's looks stupid," Tiffany replied.

Both of them had forgotten about the missing pie and instead got onto the subject of carpets and kitchens….

Glenda came in after hearing the commotion and stared at her parents as they argued about carpets. Slowly she raised an eyebrow then casually walked away and back up to her room. On the way up she ran into Glen and warned him about Chucky and Tiffany and he joined her on the walk back upstairs.

"Carpets are one hundred times harder to clean than hard floors if food gets spilled on them!"

"I don't care about how hard it is to clean! Carpets are one hundred times safer than hard floors!"

This argument seemed to go on for hours… until I changed that.

It was now time to get back to the pie of doom.

Chucky rubbed his temples then remembered his missing dinner.

"Fuck! I need to find that little shit!" Chucky went to run back out of the kitchen but Tiffany grabbed him and yanked him back.

"Get your ass up on that chair," she said.

"You are not giving me the bullshit of making something else for dinner," Chucky said folding his arms.

"Just do it!"

"Alright, already! Fuck man, don't have a shit!"

"I am not a man! Now get up there!"

Mumbling with anger and complete frustration Chucky pulled himself up onto the chair and found himself staring right onto the still steamy crust of his pot pie. That was the biggest hit in the groin he'd ever gotten in his entire life (not literally though, that would be painful).

"I am never making a pot pie ever again," Tiffany said removing all the pot pies from the freezer and throwing them out of the kitchen window into the trash can below.

A/N: Will Chucky object? Will he go and save his precious pies? Stay tuned and find out next time!