Previously on fucking "Chucky"...
Hey! Come back here!
Come back here! [truck horn blares]
He said he was my friend till the end,
but he lied. - [laughs evilly]
She is incredibly rare.
I need to transfer my soul again,
but I can only transfer it into a Belle doll.
Dolls are horrifying.
Never trust any doll.
Dolls are fucked up.
You were never there for us, and you still aren't.
Whatever you do, you are my kid,
you are a killer,
and you can't escape that!
Good Guy dolls are hard to come by.
In fact, this is the last one,
and I'm gonna need it for Chucky Prime.
Do we have a deal?
[gunshot] - We did it.
I can't believe it. we finally got him.
both: No!
Aah! [sobs]
- Glen! - No! No!
Every Better Days Hospital in the country
will receive a priceless gift
from her personal collection of vintage Good Guy Dolls.
Keep this handy.
Sweet dreams.
[ominous music]
♪
[grunts]
♪
[gunshots]
[grunts]
♪
[exhales shakily]
Do you think his whole life is flashing before his eyes?
[soft music]
♪
[distant rock music]
♪
♪ You were rockin' and rollin' ♪
♪
Charlie?
Did you always plan on killing your mother
or was it a spontaneous decision?
What's spontaneous?
All of a sudden.
Unplanned.
I like both actually,
but spontaneous is the most fun.
♪
So, Doc, here's the deal.
I need to get one of these little shits
to kill someone.
Well, I've had them all on my couch over the years.
I nod. I prod.
They do what I tell them, and then I just sit back
and watch their lives fall apart, more or less.
[both laugh]
It's quite fascinating really.
But how do I do it?
Most kids aren't born
with my kind of talent, you know?
Of course not, Charlie.
Your particular form of genius is exceedingly rare.
Keep in mind, these are teenagers.
They are ruled by their hormones,
their emotions, and their anxieties.
- [yells] - [gasps]
Mom!
[neck snaps]
If you want to push them over the edge...
Aah!
[crash] [gasps] Mom?
All you have to do is traumatize them.
Uh-huh. [both laugh]
[grunts]
Whoa!
Thank you. Finally.
You have no idea how hard it's been
getting one of you little shits to step the fuck up and play.
[both cackling]
[eerie music]
I'll spare her for Dr. Mixter
and our lord and savior.
So long, suckers.
[laughs] See ya real soon.
♪
Sorry, Doc,
but I'm afraid our time is up.
Ade due Damballa.
Give me the power, I beg of you.
Aah!
Ade due Damballa.
And switch.
Huh?
[gasps]
[grunts]
[chuckles]
No.
[soft dark music]
♪
[gasps]
[grunts]
Do you think his whole life is flashing before his eyes?
[grunting]
[exhales shakily]
[laughing evilly]
[mysterious music]
♪
[safe unlocks]
[The Nuclears' "Nuclear Winter Wonderland"]
♪
[laughing]
♪ Oh, the weather outside is frightful ♪
♪ And the radiation ain't much better ♪
♪ So grab a gas mask and a rifle ♪
♪ 'Cause we're goin' out to send a letter ♪
♪ In the nuclear winter wonderland ♪
[playful spooky music]
♪
Hi. My name is Lexy.
I know you know my last name.
I've never exactly been anonymous.
I'm an addict.
Just got out of rehab.
It's one of the very few things in my life
that I never posted about on TikTok or Instagram
because it didn't fit into the perfect commercial
for the perfect life I was trying to advertise.
Like, layers and layers of secrets
I've been trying so hard to keep covered up.
But the truth is,
my addiction isn't the only secret I've been keeping.
There's another secret,
one that only three other people in my life know about.
It's definitely one of the reasons I'm an addict
in the first place.
But it's even scarier than the addiction itself.
The truth is,
for a while now,
there's been a monster in my life,
a monster hiding behind a supposedly innocent face.
It's actually been driving certain behavior on my part
that may have looked pretty bad from the outside.
[inhales deeply, exhales]
The monster is...
My mother.
[sighs]
[scoffs]
I mean, we all know what she's like, right?
Controlling, self-absorbed, narcissistic.
It's no wonder I'm an addict.
Frankly, with my mother as a role model,
it's a miracle I'm not a hooker.
[upbeat festive music]
♪
Hey, so have you talked to Devon?
Maybe once.
You know, rehab and a billion hours of community service
didn't exactly help my social life.
He's probably just busy getting his hours in.
Yeah. I mean, you're probably right.
I mean, I just finished mine yesterday, so...
Merry Christmas. You're under arrest.
So your mom's really okay
with me staying over the holidays?
- I haven't told her yet. - Wait, what?
[humming]
Okay.
Perfect timing. Let me do the talking.
[door shuts]
Hey, Mom. - Hi.
Jake's here,
and he needs a place to crash for a few days.
Jake. Oh, it's so good to see you.
Of course you can stay here.
It's the holidays.
You should be with people who love you.
[giggles] - Thank you, Mrs. Cross.
- Mm. - Yeah. Thanks, Mom.
Mrs. Cross is what I call the mother of my late husband.
God rest his soul.
Please call me Michelle.
Thanks, Michelle.
[laughs]
Besides, surviving an ordeal together,
like we did with last year's tragedies,
I think has taught us all the real meaning of community.
I mean, what kind of neighbor would I be
if I wasn't here to take in a...
a poor orphan during the holidays?
Um, two orphans.
[footsteps approaching]
What?
Surprise!
Oh, my God. [chuckles]
Wait, Devon.
Oh, my God. - Hey.
- Uh... - So did you miss me?
Uh, yeah, I missed you.
So what's been going on?
God damn it, Alexandra. Why do you do this to me?
I was live streaming to 100,000 followers.
What's the problem?
Wouldn't taking in two orphans at Christmas
make you look even more charitable and mayor-like?
Say, normal to your followers?
I can't do this with you today, okay?
I can't do this.
I'm walking away.
I'm done.
Hi.
[both laugh]
Um, Merry Christmas, Jake.
I'm your present.
From me.
And this is from me.
Oh, wow. Thank you.
Um, I have to go out for a while.
- You just got here. - Yeah, I--I know.
Um, I just-- I have to get your present.
- You're my present. - Yeah, but I'm from Lexy.
You know, we're both presents from Lexy.
You know, this is from you to me,
so, you know, I have to reciprocate.
Jake, you're making this way too complicated.
I just wanna spend time with you.
That's all I want for Christmas.
Look, I know. Me too.
But you're gonna love this. I promise, okay?
Look, I'll be right back.
See you in a bit, and Merry Christmas.
Questions still surround the case of Dr. Amanda Mixter,
the local psychiatrist who was found dead,
apparently of natural causes, in her downtown office,
this following the bizarre tragedy
at Burlington's Catholic School of the Incarnate Lord,
where Dr. Mixter had ties.
The school has been permanently closed,
and the Archdiocese of Camden had no comment.
[elevator dings]
[indistinct chatter]
[unsettling music]
♪
Hey, hon. Can I get you anything?
Not tonight. Thanks.
I'm okay.
[sighs]
Hi. Happy holidays.
[monitor beeping steadily]
[melancholic music]
♪
I'm back.
[phone ringing]
Hey. - How are they?
[voice breaks] Not good.
The doctors say that they have...
days now, maybe less.
I can't lose Glen, Mom.
If they die, I die too.
I know, Sweetface. I know.
Then you know what we have to do.
Yes.
And you're okay with that?
Why do you think I saved it all these years?
We have to get you in here.
I mean, you're the only one who knows how to do the spell.
What--what about the guard?
I have an idea.
You just have to be Jennifer Tilly one last time.
But Jennifer Tilly's wanted for murder.
Jennifer Tilly is a damn good actress.
And tomorrow,
you're gonna give the performance of her life.
[humming "Deck the Halls"]
♪
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
[humming]
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪
[humming]
Whoa.
World's quietest?
Mm, what the hell? I deserve it.
I've been a very naughty boy this year.
[laughs]
Hey, everybody.
I just wanted to pop in
and share how my beautiful nativity-scape is coming along.
Take a look.
Here we go.
I just finished dressing these handsome gents.
And can't find a suitable baby Jesus?
Any doll from your kid's room will do.
[unsettling music]
- Hi there. How you doing? - Hi.
- [gasps] - Aah!
- Oh, my God. - Seriously?
I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz.
Here, just get another one on me.
Sorry.
Fucking moron.
Whoa. Excuse me.
Merry Christmas, Doctor.
Merry Christmas.
[exhales shakily] Oh.
[melancholic music]
♪
Oh, my poor baby.
Okay. We have to be quick.
[dramatic music]
♪
Okay. All right.
Uh, here.
Okay. Ready?
Holy shit. You.
Yes, it's me,
Dr. Robert Rasmussen.
I didn't think you'd actually be stupid enough to come here.
Predictability is so boring. Don't you think?
Hold on right there.
Are you gonna finish that drink?
I suppose your plan is to throw it in my face?
Could be. [giggles]
Ooh, or these flowers.
- Jenn, put it down. - Aah!
[knock at door] - Everything okay in there?
I heard a crash.
Oh, the klutz strikes again.
I--I broke a vase.
[laughs] Oh, that's okay, hon.
I'll get someone to clean it up.
No. No, no, no. I got it.
- You sure? - Sure as sugar.
- Okay, then. - [laughs nervously]
♪
Hey, Mom?
[paddles humming] Clear?
Oh, yes.
Aah!
Merry Christmas, Mom.
Merry Christmas, Glenda.
[light cheery music]
♪
[humming]
[monitors flatlining]
Aah!
[sobbing]
I just finished dressing these handsome gents.
And can't find a suitable baby Jesus?
Any doll from your kid's room will do.
- Oh, my God. - Bye, and Merry Christmas!
[in British accent] What is it?
I think Mummy just found her next sublet.
Okay.
Let's see. Where was I?
Am I done yet? Can I see?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I just have to put on the finishing touches.
Oh.
And a little bit more lip gloss.
[laughs]
All right.
You can look now.
Ta-da.
Oh, it's me.
Oh, I love it.
I love me.
Oh, thank you, Mummy.
Oh, you're welcome, Gl--
Oh, what should I call you now?
G.G.
Call me G.G.
G.G.
I love it.
So, G.G., what should we do now?
Should we go online and shop for little tiny shoes?
Oh, stop it, Mummy!
You'll wrinkle my dress. - [laughs]
Or we could scare the shit out of that little brat
in room 304 down the hall.
Oh, actually I thought maybe--
I thought I might do some traveling.
[softly] Oh.
Oh, that would... [sniffles]
That sounds very exciting.
Where do you think you might wanna go?
England.
England, definitely.
I want to explore my roots.
[chuckles] Oh, yeah.
I'm kind of clocking that.
What's that accent you're doing?
It's my accent.
Oh, no, Sweetface, you're way overplaying it.
If I were you, I would dial it back to about a seven.
What would Jennifer Tilly do, hmm?
[laughs] Crank that shit.
[both laugh]
Oh, I'm going to miss you, Mummy.
Aw.
I'm going to miss you too, G.G.
Can I give you a lift to the post office?
[melancholic music]
♪
[playful spooky music]
♪
Hey, I'm back.
Where have you been?
What's this?
So I know this is against the rules of Christmas,
but I couldn't wait till tomorrow, so...
Come on. Open it.
I did some research online.
Apparently, this is the best one, so...
I thought maybe it could help you get back into podcasting,
just like old times.
Thanks.
What?
Well, I haven't really been into podcasting for a year.
I'm kind of done with it.
Okay. Um, I'm sorry.
But, I mean, it is cool, though.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Merry Christmas, Devon.
Yeah, you too.
[festive music]
♪ For the end of December
♪ When the weather's really chilly ♪
All right.
There we go.
Oh.
[stammers] I have to post this.
Everybody, smile.
[camera shutter clicks] Beautiful.
Bon appétit. [chuckles]
So my followers really seem to love my nativity scene.
It got over 30,000 likes.
So, sweetheart, are you excited for Santa tonight?
I guess.
Well, you've been such a good girl this year.
I bet he's gonna bring you something really special.
I hope I like it.
No, it's okay if you don't, though.
You could always just exchange it
for something you think is better.
- Jake-- - I mean,
just return it for cash.
I mean, cash is great.
[sighs] Jake, I like the gift, okay?
Yeah, well, it doesn't seem like you do.
What do you want me to say? I love it.
I think it's the greatest gift in the history of all gifts.
I was just trying to make you happy.
What's wrong with that? - You're not trying
to make me happy.
You're trying to make yourself feel better.
What is that supposed to mean?
That podcast shit is so last year.
[gasps]
Language.
Then what?
What do you want? - You.
- You have me. - No, I don't.
[scoffs]
You didn't even show up for Halloween.
And when we were finally back together,
all you did was ignore how I felt about...
[wine pouring]
Stuff.
I came here 'cause I thought things were gonna be different.
I feel like an idiot.
All this time we've said we've been together,
but I think you left a long time ago.
[sighs] - Devon, I--
All right, all right. Enough, enough.
This is wildly inappropriate.
Mom, they're just being honest.
The dinner table is no place for that.
It's Christmas, for God's sake.
Well, I have something that I wanna say.
Oh, Lexy, please, not now.
- Mom, I was just gonna-- - Oh, look, here it goes.
I'm sorry.
All this time, during my recovery...
I've blamed you for everything that's gone wrong in my life--
how you've been selfish and mean
and how you've just left me alone in all the sadness.
This is your apology?
- Look, Michelle-- - Mrs. Cross.
Mrs. Cross, this isn't easy for her, okay?
I know you think that Lexy just cares about herself,
but that's not true.
She's been trying really hard,
and the least you can do is listen to her.
[whispers] Okay.
Thanks, Jake.
What I was trying to say
was that everything that I have blamed you for,
I'm also guilty of doing.
And that's on me. That's my fault.
I never really thought
about what you might be going through,
that you would be hiding the pain just as much as I was.
I think we're both more alike
than either of us wants to admit.
Well...
um,
I'm glad you're learning
how much your behavior affects other people.
You're really growing up.
And...
I admit I have made some mistakes too.
I'm really sorry for that.
It's a Christmas miracle.
[laughs]
Why don't you two just make up already?
[soft laughter]
Yes, please.
[jolly percussive beat]
[eerie music]
♪
Are we gonna be like them when we grow up?
- Who? - Andy and Kyle.
No jobs, no lives.
Just complete obsession with all things Chucky.
That is a terrifying thought.
Every time I get a wrong number,
every time we see someone with red hair,
or even a certain kind of box,
are we just always gonna think it's him?
Chucky's dead.
- So I've heard. - [sighs]
I think we just need to learn to live with it.
Bad things will always happen, whether Chucky's here or not.
Wow, that makes me feel so much better.
You know what makes me feel better?
You two.
You really do.
Now I feel like a dick.
- We love you anyways. - Okay.
Yeah, I love you too.
I'm going to sleep.
Good night, dorks.
I'm sorry, Devon.
It's okay.
No, it's not.
You're right, and I think I was avoiding you.
Why?
I don't know, I...
I thought I wasn't good enough for you.
That's insane.
I let Chucky get to me twice.
He got inside my head, and people died.
Chucky was the asshole.
It's not your fault.
Yeah, well, Chucky may be gone,
but you're still stuck with the same old me.
That's exactly the you I want--
the Jake who makes weird fucking art.
[both laugh]
The Jake with long, curly hair.
Oh, my God, I knew you didn't like my haircut.
[chuckles]
And the Jake who stands up for his friends,
like you did with Lexy tonight.
That's the Jake I love.
I love you more, Devon.
That's not possible.
[chuckles]
Coolio.
[both chuckle]
[enchanting music]
♪
Okay, this is very sweet,
but can you two please stop making out on my floor
so I can get some sleep?
[laughter]
You know...
You're the best Christmas present I've ever gotten.
Speaking of which, you did save the receipt
for that podcast shit, right? - Oh, shut up.
[both laugh]
♪ No matter how fierce falls the snow ♪
♪ Baby, I'ma never let you go ♪
♪ Till you start believing
♪ That I don't need baubles and I don't need gifts ♪
♪ And we don't need mistletoe to kiss ♪
♪ You are my only Christmas wish ♪
♪ Every season
♪ This ain't no lullaby
♪ But I can make it rhyme for you ♪
♪ Yeah, I can try
♪ I can try to lie, but you know me too well ♪
♪ This ain't no symphony
♪ But if you wanna sing with me ♪
♪ Then I can try
♪ I can try to lie
♪ In the lullaby
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la
[rustling]
[grunting]
[laughs evilly]
'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring--
not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in the hopes that Saint Nicholas
soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds...
While visions of killer dolls
danced in their fucking skulls.
I'll take it from here, Caroline.
I enjoyed my milk and cookies,
wearing a silly red hat,
but I had zero intention of taking a nap.
So then to the stairs, I flew with a flash,
excited to have three nosy kids to slash.
[unsettling music]
♪
[gasps]
No...
♪
- Who's there? - [gasps]
[footsteps retreating]
I'm gonna call the cops.
Jennifer? - [stammering]
Jennifer Tilly?
Hi! It's me, Mayor Michelle!
Oh. Oh, hi.
Remember we met last year at the charity event
for Better Days Children's Hospitals?
I know that didn't go so well.
I hope you won't hold that against me.
[laughs] Oh, no, not at all.
Wait.
Aren't you wanted for murder?
[laughing] Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That was just a big misunderstanding.
- Oh. - And that's why I'm here.
Oh, my God. This is so random.
And I'm sorry to barge in on your house
on Christmas Eve... - Oh, no worries.
But I saw on your Instagram, you have this doll.
- Yes! - This very rare doll,
which I desperately need,
because, well, you know, that Good Guy doll shipment
never did make it to Better Days...
- Oh, I'm so sorry. - And I feel
if the public were just reminded
of all my charitable endeavors
that perhaps they would make that silly murder charge
just go away-- - No, wait, wait.
I need to post this. [giggles]
Oh, okay. Okay.
Oh, my gosh. I'm so excited.
[squeals] It's Jennifer Tilly!
[giggles]
Uh...
Oh, my gosh. Smile!
Okay. - No.
[laughing] [chainsaw revving]
[giggling]
Aah!
[laughing evilly]
[whimpering]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[laughing evilly]
[whimpering]
Man, that was quiet.
Where have you been all my life?
Mwah! - Chucky!
You're supposed to be dead!
You know, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that...
What are you doing here? - None of your beeswax.
Killing a mother on Christmas Eve?
You're despicable!
You're just jealous you didn't think of it first.
What are those poor kids gonna do now?
They're gonna rest in pieces,
just like their parents.
Except for that Caroline.
I think she's got potential.
But...
kids who misbehave have to be punished.
So where are they, Tiff?
I don't know who you're talking about.
Glen and Glenda. They disobeyed me.
They have to be punished too, severely.
Chucky.
They're--they're dead.
Come on, doll. I wasn't born yesterday.
I mean, technically, I was born about three weeks ago.
But I'm not stupid.
I know what you're up to.
I'm gonna find them and punish them
right after I punish those brats upstairs.
You're not gonna get to them--any of them.
You'll have to go through me first.
Ah, the scenic route.
Aah! [chainsaw whirs]
[grunts]
[panting loudly]
Hey!
What did you do to my mother?
I'll fucking kill you! - Tiff!
Get this bitch off me!
- No. - Tiff, listen to me.
I'm the last Chucky standing.
If I die this time, I die for good.
Oh, dear.
So sad.
[moans] Tiff.
Tiff.
Tiff!
[groans] Lexy.
Let me go,
and I'll get you all the drugs you'll ever need.
This is the only drug I need. [chainsaw whirs]
Aah!
[both screaming]
[The Debonaires' "Crazy Santa Claus"]
♪ Here comes Santa
♪ Santa Claus
♪ Ooh, make way for Santa Claus ♪
♪ He's swinging toys
♪ For girls and boys
♪ But they are sleeping tight ♪
♪ For the chicks at the malt shop ♪
♪ Down the street
Oh!
- [grunts] - Aah!
I--aah! - [grunts]
[both screaming]
[gargles]
[powers down]
[panting]
What a fucking rush.
[sobbing]
[dramatic music]
♪
No. No, no.
[stammering]
I just wanted...
Devon, call the police.
Devon, call the fucking cops! She's gonna bleed out!
You're lucky he's such a good guy.
No, Devon, you're the lucky one.
♪
Hold this.
♪
Put the phone down.
And the knives.
Now.
Let's go. - Uh-huh.
No. No, Caroline, what are you doing?
Chucky always told me,
one day, my real mommy would come for me.
He told me a long time ago
that the lady downstairs,
she only adopted me.
That's why I never fit in here.
Caroline, it's not--
he--he lied to you.
You're not my real sister.
Chucky told me everything.
He told me to just pretend to be afraid of him.
And I fooled you.
I fooled everyone.
[whispers] Clever girl.
[sobbing] No.
Caroline, he lies. Remember?
I'm your sister. - She's lying.
I'm your real sister.
You're the liar.
[chuckles]
Now where is he, Lexy?
What have you done with him?
I killed him.
For real this time.
You'll be sorry, Lexy.
You'll all be sorry.
Mommy? - Yes, honey?
- Let's go. - All right, Sweetface.
Toodle-oo.
No, Caroline. No.
No. Please, no.
♪
[tires squealing]
[siren wailing]
[tense music]
♪
[camera shutter clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
Now I'm an orphan too.
We got you.
Okay.
So you heard screams around 11:45.
You had reason to believe
that the suspect was still in the house,
so you acted in self-defense.
Then the suspect left the scene,
taking your sister, Caroline, hostage.
Exactly.
Had you seen the suspect before?
Absolutely.
[keyboard clicking]
- It was Jennifer Tilly. - Huh.
Damn shame.
I always thought she was overrated.
Anyway, since none of you has any next of kin,
we made an emergency call to-- - No, you don't understand.
We need to find my sister now.
I'm sorry, but we're trying everything we can to--
[whispers] Oh, my God.
Are you guys okay? - Mrs. F.
Oh, my God.
Thanks for coming.
We still have a lot of forensic work to do here.
Can you take them somewhere safe today?
Yeah. Yeah, no problem.
Lexy, I'm so sorry.
Yeah, but right now, we need your help.
With or without the cops.
Okay.
What's going on?
We have something to tell you.
It's gonna sound completely insane.
Mrs. F., do you remember Chucky?
[sighs] I knew it.
[eerie music]
♪
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Hello, Tiffany.
Nica.
Look.
I owe you an apology.
I'm sorry about what happened with Glen.
I, um...
I never wanted to hurt them.
I'm glad G.G.'s doing so well now.
Uh, you heard from G.G.?
They call me once a week.
Oh, well, t--
tell them I said hello, okay?
I will.
Tiffany, nothing has changed between us.
I'm still going to torture
and kill you.
But I'm gonna give you a head start.
Okay.
And I love what you've done to your hair.
[gasps]
[laughing]
♪
Give me that!
[thunder crackling]
Ade due Damballa.
Give me the power, I beg of you.
[chanting]
Ade due Damballa.
Possess!
Possess?
Possess!
No. Oh, God damn it!
Possess! Possess!
Possess, you stupid doll!
What a crock!
[gasps]
[whimpering]
Oh, no! - [chuckling]
- No, no, no, no. - [laughing evilly]
No!
[whimpering]
Aah!
♪ On the first day of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love gave to me
♪ Liv Morgan killed on live TV ♪
♪ On the second day of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love gave to me
♪ One strangulation
♪ And Liv Morgan killed on live TV ♪
♪ On the third day of Christmas-- ♪
What--what?
We're rolling here.
30 seconds?
Fine. Skip ahead, then.
♪ On the 22nd day of Christmas ♪
♪ My true love gave to me
♪ One crucifixion
♪ One resurrection
♪ One vivisection
♪ One execution
♪ One enucleation
♪ One defibrillation - [screams]
- ♪ One defenestration - [screams]
[gunshot fires] - ♪ One crime of passion
♪ One poisoned asshole
♪ One throbbing headache
♪ One triple bypass
♪ Cardiac infarction
♪ One poisoned wafer
♪ One sad explosion
♪ Holy combustion
♪ One Texas chainsaw - [screams]
♪ Two classic slashings
♪ Doll decapitation
♪ And a detonation [truck horn blares]
♪ Plus that strangulation
♪ And Liv Morgan killed on live TV ♪
[cheers and applause] Happy holidays, everybody.
And remember,
friends don't let friends drive drunk.
[chuckles]
[playful spooky music]
♪