Slappy- Decapitated

“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.

  Mr. Barker let the dummy’s body slide to the floor.

  Struggling to catch his breath, Ian slumped against the worktable. He held Slappy’s head in both hands. The eyes stared glassily at him. The wooden lips hung open.

  Molly, Vinny, and Jonny didn’t move. A hush fell over the basement.

  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!”

-Slappy Birthday to You, chapter 27