Slappy- Cockroaches

“Aww, can I have one more chance, Pops!” the dummy rasped. “Let me give you a present. A nice dessert.”
Slappy leaned over the table and opened his mouth wide.
“Oh noooo,” I moaned as I watched a fat brown cockroach climb out of his mouth. The cockroach dropped onto the table and scampered under a dinner plate.
Then another cockroach poked out between the dummy’s wooden lips and fell onto the table. Then another. And another.
We all gasped and moaned as a stream of fat cockroaches poured onto the table. They swarmed over our plates, in our food, and across the table.
Slappy tossed his head back again and spit a few of the disgusting bugs across the room.
“Stop it!” I screamed. “Stop it!”
The dummy turned and belched a stream of cockroaches at me. They clung to my T-shirt and began to swarm up my neck. Cockroaches prickled my cheeks.
“Stop it! Stop!” I didn’t want to touch them, but I had no choice. I slapped one off my face. Then I twisted and squirmed and tried to pull them off the front of my shirt.
I kept swatting at them, screaming the whole time. Or was that Maggie screaming as she watched in horror?
“Hold still!” Dad tried to help brush them off, but Slappy just spewed some more. He sent a spray of cockroaches into my hair. Then his shoulders heaved up and down as he giggled.
“Hate to be a pest.” He laughed, really enjoying himself. “But I just love BUGGING people!”

- Diary of a Dummy, chapter