Slappy- Switching Places with Mr. Wood

“This is a return,” Mr. Foreman said, patting the top of the box.
“Seriously?” the clerk said. “These are usually a big hit. Mister Wood was one of our bestsellers this holiday. After all the games and tech stuff, of course.”
“Well, I need to return it,” Mr. Foreman insisted. “Can I get a refund?”
“Let me see,” the young man replied. He pried up the lid and pulled the dummy from the box. “Whoa.”
He blinked a few times and studied the dummy up and down. Then he turned to Mr. Foreman. “Sir, where is the dummy that came in this box?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” Mr. Foreman couldn’t hide his confusion.
“This dummy didn’t come in this box,” the clerk explained. “This isn’t a Mister Wood.”
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“Of course it is,” Mr. Foreman replied. “I bought this here. This is the box. And this is the dummy that was in the box.”
The clerk shook his head. “No way,” he said. “I’ll show you.”
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The clerk returned a minute later carrying another Mister Wood box.
“Look,” he said. He set the box down and pulled open the lid. Then he lifted the dummy from the box.
“Weird,” Mr. Foreman said, scratching his head. The Mister Wood from the box had red hair and freckles and wore black-framed eyeglasses. He was dressed in a checkered lumberjack shirt and bright red pants.
“They don’t look anything alike!” Mr. Foreman exclaimed.
“I told you so,” the clerk said. “Your dummy isn’t Mister Wood. Someone must have switched dummies. They put this one in the Mister Wood box.”
“But … why would anyone do that?” Mr. Foreman asked.

- Slappy, Beware!, chapters 20 and 21