Disturbing behavior at Chuck E. Cheese (also, a fight and a gun)
A fight breaks out at Chuck E. Cheese, a gun is drawn, and a man is pistol-whipped in the parking lot. This is probably the least disturbing thing that has ever happened at a Chuck E. Cheese. Every little kid I’ve ever seen at one of these places has been so traumatized by the freaky animatronics band on the stage, I doubt than any gunplay would even be noticed.
In another video, the words used to introduce Chuck E. Cheese are, “Who is every kid’s favorite mouse?” Yes, they are referring to Chuck E. Cheese. These things are subjective, but still, this seems to be a clear case of false advertising lying. Don’t they feel at least some shame at introducing Chuck with that line?
Every kid’s favorite mouse is Mickey Mouse. People fly from all over the planet to go to Disney World. No one flies from anywhere to go to Chuck E. Cheese. Most parents don’t want to drive five minutes to go to Chuck E. Cheese, even for free pizza. Some feign migraine headaches to avoid attending birthday parties there. A few impale themselves with whatever sharp object is nearby — a steel spike through the foot — to get out of going to Chuck E. Cheese. “Don’t worry about me, honey, I’ll drive myself to the emergency room with my other foot. Have fun at the party.”
Other mice that sane kids (and adults) like more than Chuck E. Cheese: Minnie Mouse, Mighty Mouse, Jerry, Ralph from The Mouse and the Motorcycle, Speedy Gonzalez, Remy from Ratatouille (yeah, he’s a rat, not a mouse, but he’s better than C.E.C.), Despereaux, Algernon (also a rat, but a very smart one), and whichever mice or rats were responsible for spreading bubonic plague and black death and other epidemics throughout history.
And after listening to the music stylings of Chuck E. Cheese, it becomes even clearer that Mighty Mouse had the greatest rodent theme song of all time, as Andy Kaufman demonstrated.
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When my daughter was 8 I took her to the Chuck E Cheese in town. After an hour or so we went to get in the truck and leave. Well low and behold some low life from a Tijuana chop shop had stolen my truck (most stolen model truck in California at the time). Needless to say I never went to Mr. Cheese’s again. My daughter who is now 17 is very tired of me saying “I am gonna kick that Rats azz” everytime we pass a Chuck E Cheese. I loved that truck.