Slappy- Plushie Explosions

“Slappy, don’t—!” I cried. I lurched toward the bed. But I tripped over some stuffed dogs and stumbled to the floor.
Slappy raised both hands high above his head and shouted out some strange words.
And as I struggled to my feet, I saw the stuffed dogs begin to change.
The little dogs were growing taller, wider. And their cute faces were changing. Pointed fangs curled down from their mouths.
“Noooo! Stop!” Lizzie cried. She tried the door again. It wouldn’t budge.
I made another grab for Slappy. Giggling, he dodged away.
The stuffed dogs stretched and grew. Dozens of them. Standing as tall as HORSES now. Horse-sized dogs with monster faces. Growing … stretching …
Lizzie and I backed against the wall. The enormous stuffed creatures were filling the room now. No room for us to move. And still they kept swelling up.
And then: POPPPPPPPPPP!
A cloud of white fuzz exploded into the air.
POPPP POPPP.
The giant stuffed dogs were exploding!
The explosions blasted Lizzie and me to the floor. I hit my back hard, and my breath whooshed out.
Standing on the bed, Slappy opened his mouth in a cackling laugh.
POP POPPP.
Clumps of stuffing, thicker than snow, heavy, ragged, came plunging down on us.
“I can’t see!” I cried.
“Can’t breathe …” Lizzie moaned. “It … it’s like a blizzard!”
POPPPP.
I shut my eyes as stuffing exploded into my face.
I started to choke. I grabbed Lizzie. She was choking, too. I struggled to see, to breathe.
And over the explosions of stuffing, the only sound was the laughter of the evil dummy.

- My Friend Slappy, chapter 33