Slappy- Wrestling with Mary-Ellen

I lowered my gaze — and saw that Mary-Ellen had revived. She had grabbed Slappy’s legs. Pulled him away from me. And jerked him down to the floor.
The kids screamed and cried. Katie and Amanda huddled together against the wall. I stumbled back to Harrison as the doll and the dummy began to fight.
They wrestled over the floor, rolling over and over through the disgusting green goo.
Up on their feet, their arms tightening around each other, they wrestled, shoved each other against the walls, stumbled over terrified kids, knocked over the two wooden stools, toppled the birthday cake to the floor.
Grunting and moaning, they wrestled, tearing at each other, slapping, pulling each other over the sticky green goo.
Into Dad’s workshop.
I stumbled after them. They bounced off the work table. Stumbled over the coffee table Dad had been working on for so long. Rolled on top of it, spreading green gunk over the polished wood.
And then … then … it all happened so fast.
I saw Slappy’s hand shoot out. Saw him flick on the buzz saw.
The roar of the big saw made me cover my ears with my hands.
And as I stared in shock, my hands to my head, I saw Slappy shove MaryEllen … shove her … shove her into the whirring buzz saw blade.
The saw whined — a deafening, shrill whine — as it cut the big doll in half.
The blade sawed through her easily. Her bottom half — her legs, her skirt — dropped to the floor beside the big saw.
Slappy tossed back his head. And laughed. Laughed in triumph. His laughter rose above the roar of the saw.
And then his laugh cut short. His grin faded. The dummy’s eyes bulged in horror.
Mary-Ellen’s top half held on to Slappy.
Her hands gripped him … gripped him tightly. And pulled him through the whirring saw blade!

- Bride of the Living Dummy, chapter 27