Chucky spanks his daughter Glenda for driving his car she cries

Once upon a time in the bustling town of Springwood, everyone knew the infamous couple, Chucky and Tiffany. Their love was far from conventional, as they both possessed the souls of killers within their seemingly innocent dolls' bodies. Chucky ruled the streets while Tiffany developed an inexplicable soft spot for the sly couple's daughter, Glenda. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding their family, they lived a seemingly ordinary life. One sunny morning, Chucky woke up to find his shiny red sports car missing from his driveway. Panic washed over his face as he frantically searched for the keys that he had left on the kitchen counter the previous night. "Where in the hell is my car?" he growled, his tiny, stitched-up face turning an angry shade of crimson. Tiffany, who had always possessed an uncanny sixth sense, instantly sensed what had transpired. She rushed into the living room where Glenda sat innocently, a pair of sunglasses positioned on her tiny face. "Glenda, did you take your father's car out for a joyride?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Glenda's eyes widened, caught off guard by her mother's stern question. "No, Mama," she replied. "I promise, I didn't take it without permission." Chucky stormed into the room, his face filled with fury. A mound of rage welled up within his chest; his brows furrowed as he glared at Glenda with eyes that could pierce through steel. "Don't you dare lie to me, little rugrat," he hissed, his voice dripping with menace. Nervous beads of sweat appeared on Glenda's porcelain cheeks as she lowered her gaze, feeling the sting of her father's disappointment. She had been boasting to her friends about how cool it would be to ride around town in her father's car, but in her youthful exuberance, she hadn't considered the consequences. Chucky's hand transformed into his infamous weapon of choice - a gleaming silver knife. "Mister let them cry that's what they all do. Another thing you never taught me. Asshole" Tiffany burst into the room, her voice filled with anger as she shielded her daughter from Chucky's wrath. "You think this is how we should discipline our child? By hurting her? Look at her, Chucky! She's crying!" The murderous doll hesitated, his hand frozen mid-air as Glenda's tears began to trickle down her cherubic face. The reality of the situation dawned on him, flushing his pale features with a tinge of guilt. He had failed as a father in that moment, letting his anger cloud his judgment. Chucky slowly retracted his knife, his cold, lifeless eyes filled with remorse. He had always sworn to be different, to break the cycle of violence that had haunted his own existence. But in that moment, it had seemed like old habits were hard to break. Overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, Chucky scooped up Glenda into his arms, cradling her gently. He whispered soothing words into her ear, apologizing for his behavior. "I'm sorry, Glenda. Daddy never should have handled things this way. I promise to be a better father from now on. It's just that a father's love can make him do crazy things, you know?" Tiffany observed the scene, her anger slowly melting away. She had always known that deep down, Chucky's love for their daughter was unbreakable. Tears filled her eyes as she watched the two dolls embrace, united by forgiveness and the promise of a better future. From that day forward, Chucky and Tiffany made a pact to raise Glenda with love, compassion, and understanding. They vowed to teach her the difference between right and wrong, without resorting to violence. And though their family's unconventional nature continued to raise eyebrows in Springwood, their love for one another proved to be unbreakable, even in the face of their murderous pasts.