Slappy- Lifting Boy Like a Feather

Without warning, he rushed forward, stretched out his arms—and grabbed me around the waist. Tightening his wooden hands around me, he hoisted me off the floor. He had such incredible strength, it was like he was raising a feather.
“Let GO!” I screamed. “Put me down!”
I thrashed my arms wildly and swung my legs hard, trying to kick him.
“Snappy, get over here. Don’t stand there like a dummy. Grab his legs. Help me. Grab his legs!”
Snappy sighed and shook his head. But then he strode up to me, grabbed my legs, and held them tightly together.
“Let GO!” I screamed. “What are you doing? Let GO of me!”
I squirmed and twisted, but they were too strong. They carried me
across the floor to the open display case.
“Are you filming this?” Slappy shouted to Kelly. “This is AWESOME!
What a killer scene! Don’t miss this!”
“Be gentle, Slappy,” his twin scolded. “You don’t want to hurt him.”
“I’ll hurt YOU if you spoil this dynamite scene!” Slappy cried.
The two dummies held me high over the glass case, then lowered me into it.
“No! No way!” I cried.
But before I could climb out, they lowered the lid over my head.

- I Am Slappy's Evil Twin, chapter 14