Slappy- Cool Being Headless

Slappy ducked his head. Twisted his whole body. Tried to kick his captor.
Ian curled his hands around the dummy’s neck.
“Now!” Mr. Barker cried. “Do it now, Ian!”
Ian took a deep breath and held it. Then he squeezed his hands tight around the dummy’s wooden neck—and twisted his head off.
...

And then the head between Ian’s hands blinked its eyes. The mouth clicked as it slid up and down. And Slappy’s head screamed in a shrill,
furious rasp: “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT, SLAVES!”
Ian screamed in horror and tossed the head onto the worktable. The head rolled, bounced against the wall, and stopped with its chin on the tabletop. Ian saw Slappy’s body stand and begin to stagger, headless, around the basement.
Jonny and Vinny had backed up to the wall. Their faces were wide with fright. Molly, frozen in place, hugged Abigail in front of her, her eyes on the dummy head on the table.
“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE!” the head screeched. “NOW YOU HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE!”
As everyone stared in shock, Slappy’s body stopped its ragged wandering. It stood erect. It raised both hands in the air and waved to the shelves on the basement walls.
...

Slappy’s body slid past Ian. Its bow tie was still in place, even though its head was missing. The body stepped to the worktable, grabbed its head in both hands, and stuck it back in place on its wooden neck.

- Slappy Birthday to You, chapters 33, 34 and 35