Slappy- Resurrection via Krazy Glue

I had no way of knowing whether Krazy Glue would repair Slappy and bring him back. No clue. But it was my only idea.
I pulled open the worktable drawer and fumbled through all the bottles and tubes and tools, screws and nails. My fingers wrapped around a tube of the glue.
My hand trembled as I opened the cap. I held the dummy’s head firmly in one hand. And tilted the glue into the crack. I squeezed the tube until it was almost empty.
The glue filled in the crack. A little glue ran down the back of his head to his neck. I waited for the glue to dry. Then I sat the dummy up on the worktable.
“Please come to life,” I told it. “Please come back to life.”
I stood there staring at the lifeless thing. Its arms hung limply at its sides. The eyes were closed. It didn’t move.
“Please … Please. You’re back together now. Please come back to life.”
I gasped as the dummy opened its eyes. The wide, grinning mouth moved up and down. Slappy slowly raised both hands. And wrapped them around my throat.
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“Let go!” I cried.
The wooden fingers tightened their grip. The dummy’s eyes flashed with excitement. “I’m back, slave!” he rasped.

- The Ghost of Slappy, chapters 28 and 29