Jesus fuckin christo jazzy hands! I was traumatized by Chucky at a pre-preschool age, and this is so provocative! Every Sunday, my dad would take me to the video store (VHS rental days) and I would get to pick something from the kids section. Well, one day the minimum wage worker put Chucky 2 in the VHS case that was SUPPOSED to be that cabbage patch kids movie (look it up that shit is weird.) My dad popped that in and got on his riding lawn mower to mow the lawn, leaving me to watch like a 3rd to 1/2 of that horrible doll movie. I was so soft and nubile that Chucky scared the living bejesus out of my little kid mind and couldn't sleep without the bed sheets being ultra nurse corner tight, lest monsters under my bed would eat my legs. I also peed the bed a lot in those days, but I can't really for sure relate that to this.
ANYHOO, what's furthermore, that very next week, the movie rental store put up a giant poster of that one Chucky movie where he has a scissors for a hand, right in the front of the FUCKING STORE! I refused to go into the store and never got to pick anything again. so thanks mister MintyFreshThoughts for ruining yet another nights sleep!