Child's Play Page #3

Look, Mrs. Barclay--

What?

- Miss Peterson's dead, Mrs. Barclay.

- What?

- How?

- She fell from your kitchen window.

- No!

- Whoa.

You all right?

Yes.

Come on.

Do you got any idea

what these are?

No.

They look like footprints,

don't they? Very small footprints.

- What are you implying?

- I don't know.

What would Andy be doing

up on the counter, right?

I already checked his closet.

None of his shoes matched these prints.

Mommy?

Chucky wanted to know

what was going on.

I want you to go to bed.

We are very busy.

- But Mom--

- Right now, please.

What's on your feet?

Good Guy pj sneakers.

Wow. Come here.

- Can I see the bottoms of them?

- Sure.

Look at this. There's a gun.

Is that a cowboy hat?

Andy, get into bed.

I'll be in to tuck you in.

- But Mom--

- Right now!

Why are you treating Andy

like this?

If he says he doesn't know how those

footprints got there, then he doesn't.

Look, somebody made those footprints.

If not Andy, then who?

I don't know

and I don't care.

I've just lost my best friend

to a horrible accident...

and I would like some time alone with

my son who I'm sure is just as upset.

I'm sorry.

I'll clear everybody out of here

right away.

Hey, guys, you done?

Let's go.

Let's go, everybody.

Out of here!

What do you think

was so important...

about my sneakers, Chucky?

You don't know either, do you?

Let me know if you find anything out

about those footprints.

I know who was

on the kitchen counter.

- Who, Andy?

- Chucky!

Your doll?

That's enough stories for tonight.

Back to bed. I mean it!

Good night, detective.

- What?

- Are you going to call me?

- You don't give up, do you?

- I just-- I hate loose ends.

And I hate people

who don't know when stop.

- Ouch. A spirited lady.

- No kidding.

I want that autopsy report

first thing tomorrow...

and anything you can find out

about the Barclays.

You got it! Anything else?

Yeah. Here.

Get this to the lab.

I found it in the corner

of the kitchen.

- What is this?

- Possible murder weapon.

Come on. You're kidding me.

Hey, you are kidding me,

aren't you?

Who are you talking to?

Chucky.

Chucky, huh?

Yeah, sure, Chucky.

He's sitting right over there.

Chucky's been talking to you too,

hasn't he?

- What's he been saying?

- All kinds of things.

His real name

is Charles Lee Ray...

and he's been sent down

from heaven by Daddy...

to play with me.

He has, has he?

Anything else?

Yes. He said Aunt Maggie

was a real b*tch...

and got what she deserved.

Andy, how can you say

something so horrible?

I didn't say it. Chucky did.

Andy, stop it. You know perfectly well

that you're making this up!

But I'm not. Chucky's alive.

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