Slappy- Attack of the Dolls

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.
Silence.
For a long moment, nothing happened.
And then Ian heard a clattering sound.
A rustling, scraping sound. Soft thuds.
He saw movement. He gazed up at the shelves and gasped. “The dolls!” he choked out.
Everyone saw them now. The broken dolls were sitting up … standing … dropping off the shelves … hitting the basement floor with a clatter and a crash.
They were all moving. Sliding their arms and legs. Letting themselves drop from the shelves. Hitting the floor, then standing. Swinging their arms.
Sliding their heads around. Testing themselves.
Alive. The dolls had all come alive.
Slappy’s body stood with both hands raised. On the worktable, the head roared with maniacal laughter.
Ian stepped closer to his dad. The two of them watched the broken dolls
move toward them. The one-legged dolls … the armless dolls … the headless dolls …
Moving from all sides of the basement. Their feet clicking and scraping the floor … heads tilting and shaking … The ugly, broken dolls … hundreds of them … all staggering forward … Closing in on Ian, his father, Molly, and the two cousins.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ian saw Slappy’s head bounce up and down excitedly on the worktable. It opened its mouth and cackled in triumph.
“Yes! Yes, my little doll slaves!” Slappy’s head screamed. “That’s right. Keep coming. GET THE HUMANS! GET ALL THE HUMANS!”
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Ian screamed as the first doll attacked him. It was a tall boy doll, red hair, its eyes missing. Ian tried to kick it away. But it leaped above his shoe and grabbed on to the front of his T-shirt.
Two one-legged dolls scrabbled across the worktable and dove onto Mr. Barker’s back. As he wrestled with them, a legless doll clung to his right leg with both hands. Another doll bounded onto his head and lowered itself over his face, trying to smother him.
More dolls came hurtling down from the shelves. The basement floor was covered with their ugly, broken bodies. They staggered and slipped and jumped forward, all silent, all moving toward Ian and the others. Slaves.
Broken doll slaves. All following Slappy’s orders.
Jonny and Vinny were down on their backs on the floor, wrestling with large cloth dolls. Molly kicked away a headless Barbie doll. But she was instantly swarmed over by three large, one-armed baby dolls.
The screams and cries of the humans were nearly drowned out by the scrape and clatter of the dolls as they attacked. And rising over all the sounds of horror were the cackling bursts of evil laughter from the openmouthed dummy head on the worktable.

- Slappy Birthday to You, chapters 34 and 35