In Chucky Cheese's halls of glee, a sight to make you sigh,
A tiny terror, full of beans, with tears in his beady eye.
This monstrous mite, so short of stature, is Chucky, doll of dread,
But tonight, his scare tactics falter, leaving just a runny red.
He stomped his foot and shook his fist, his roar a squeaky plea,
"Fear me, fear me, all you shrimps!" he yelled for all to see.
But little Timmy, unfazed and bold, just tossed another ball,
While Susie skipped with laughter, ignoring Chucky's squall.
The animatronic band played on, oblivious to his plight,
While pizza slices, one by one, vanished from Timmy's sight.
Chucky, defeated, slumped so small, his thunderous threats subdued,
A big, bad doll, not scary at all, misunderstood.
So next time Chucky tries to scare, with furrowed brow and frown,
Remember this tale, of tears and despair, in a pizza-scented town.
For tiny terrors, though they try, with bluster loud and bold,
Sometimes they melt, beneath the sky, with stories yet untold.