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Attack of the Homicidal Chickens - Hell Money



Attack of the Homicidal Chickens

Short and Pointless One-Act Stories

~Part One~

"Hell Money"

by Maggie

"You are going to be the death of me," Scully muttered as she walked into Chaco's Chicken Retail with her family. The Mulder family realized that they were living on a farm, but they didn't have any animals. The day before, Sarah had realized that the shed in the backyard was actually a huge, red barn with a purple tarp over it. Maggie and Dani cried and whined until their parents gave in and let them breed animals. The two pairs of twins were at war for a few hours. Dani and Tea' wanted pigs, Maggie and Sarah wanted cows. Finally, they did rock-paper-scissors, but they came out in a draw each time. So to be fair, they randomly selected a farm animal and came up with chickens.

The owner of the factory's name was Larry Chaco (no relation to Walter...supposedly). He was a tall man with a fake looking moustache and slicked back, black hair. He had very furry eyebrows and wore a green tie with white polka dots on it. He smiled his slick smile and suggested starting out with only three chickens. At the mention of such a thing, Sarah threw her arms around her twin, anticipating a loud, wild reaction.

Maggie threw herself on the floor, closed her eyes and started to scream over and over and over, until her mother shouted, "We'll get four, Maggie!"

She sat up, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Mommy," she said sweetly.

Scully grunted in agony as she handed 600 dollars over to Mr. Chaco (who requested being called Monseiur Chaco). "Money from hell," she moaned.

"SIXTY-EIGHT!" Dani sang, and danced around singing happily until Sarah hit her over the head with a 2X4.

So a few minutes later, Scully drove her four eldest daughters back home while they played with their chickens in the backseat...Weirdo, Spork, Turkey-Breath and Muscle Spasm. They cooed words of love to their pet fowl, and thanked their mother graciously. Scully simply patted her ever-protruding belly and mumbled something about hoping her next baby wouldn't be quite so retarded.

Then they got home.

Then the fun began.

(c) Ducky-Clone Enterprises

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