Inside the Nightmare. Real Chuck E. Cheeky's Employee Horror Stories. The worst being the parents

letting their children kick and punch you when you're in the chuck costume. Yeah, I pushed your

kid down when you weren't looking, because they were punching me in the twig and berries.

Not an employee, but I contributed to these horror stories myself. I was five years old and I was at a

classmate's birthday party. I was just getting over being sick so I was happy to be

able to eat at a fine establishment like Charles Entertainment Cheeses. I eat

pizza and have a good time with my friends. At the end of the night when we're being

rounded up by our parents, two other kids and I are still running around.

I'm chasing a friend, and I stopped to catch my breath, and I cough. Oh, but I don't need to cough. I need to hurl. I proceed to do so, then I wipe the sick off my jacket and continue to chase my friend. I get sick as I'm running, and it's just a wild, crazy trail of throw up everywhere. there. My dad ends up getting a hold of me and takes me to clean up in the restroom. When we go back out to Ground Zero, it's just a mess. And there's

one lonely employee with a broom and a sawdust. Oh my God, is all he was saying at the mess I'd made.

Poor guy, I would have quit after that. I worked there 20 years

ago as a game technician. I'd get pulled out of my repair room to help understaffed areas, which I didn't

really mind too much. Then they asked me to be the rat one time. I'm a six foot seven guy,

so everything that's supposed to be baggy was comfortable, like that episode of the Simpsons

where Homer goes to clown college. So I walk over there, over seven feet tall, everything that's supposed to be baggy was comfortable, like that episode of the Simpsons where

Homer goes to clown college. So I walk over there, over seven feet tall with this costume head on,

and wearing my own shoes, since the suit ones are too small. Children start crying and running away.

The poor kid who was there for his birthday boom boomed himself. So they immediately pull me

back into the back room and

get a guy from the kitchen to take over. They never asked me to do it again. My second favorite

story was the time the girl I was helping into the suit chucked up inside the head. So I take it from

her and start carrying it outside to hose it off. Once again, the kids start crying. I guess I should

...