Jenny dug her hand into her sack, you could hear her rummaging around, her hand bumping against tons of different items that clanged and bumped together. Eventually her face lit up, “Ah-ha, my favorite toy.” She pulled out a rubber chicken from her bag that looked completely deflated and destroyed, yet she held it up like it was the coolest thing ever, “Tah-dah!” You and Dave were both still a little freaked out by this clown lady, but that wouldn’t stop Dave’s attitude, “That’s just a dumb rubber chicken.” Jenny smiled, “Very observant kid. But watch what happens when I water him.” She pulled out a glass of water from behind her back, seemingly from midair and poured the water on the chicken.
Dave frowned and you gapped as the water she spilt got all over the wooden floor. You groan, “Oh geez, mom and dad are gonna be so mad at this.” Dave chimed in, “Yeah lady, what gives you freak.” Jenny dropped the chicken on the couch as she held up her hands, “Hold on, hold on boys. I swear. Thing’s will get way more entertaining in a minute, just trust me.” She was right about that, although ‘entertaining’ would not be your word for it. The rubber chicken started to move and inflate itself. It started getting larger and larger, and moving on it’s own. BUCAWK! Did that chicken just make a noise?
You three turn around and come face-to-beak with a huge, twelve-foot chicken monster. It had glowing red eyes, sharp claws on it’s scaly feet, huge wings and a beak that drooled green, slimy saliva. The beast stared down at you and Dave with a hungry stare and a greasy grin on it’s beak. Dave shrieked in fear, “What is that thing?” Jenny chuckled nervously, “Um, well, that’s my pet chicken Jojo. Bought him off a witch. I didn’t think the water would make him that big.”
Dave whimpered a bit as you both stared up at the massive approaching beast, “H-he looks hungry.” Jenny chuckled as if there was nothing to worry about, “Yeah, well… his favorite food is kids after all.” You both blurt out in terror, “What?” Jenny giggled, “Sorry, I think I read the manual wrong, see I thought it said one 12oz glass of water for 12 inches but I think the guide meant 12 feet! …Oops.” BUCAWK! You both scream as you run away and the monster chicken gives chase.
Jenny slurps her tongue against her lips and rubs her stomach, getting filled up on your fear, “Ok, maybe that wasn’t such a bad mistake after all. If this keeps up, I’m gonna be stuffed before the nights even half over. And it looks like Mr. Bucawk will be too.” You both scream and run, Dave tearing up as you feel the chicken’s hot breath on your neck. He’s right behind you, and you definitely don’t want to become chicken food. Where should you run to?
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