Slappy- Garage Telekinesis

Slappy raised both hands in the air—and the garage door came slamming down.
“Hey!” Jonny uttered a startled cry. He and Vinny, inches away from the door, jumped back.
Jonny grabbed the inner door handle and tugged. The door wouldn’t
move. He tugged again. Then he turned to Slappy. “Let us out!”
Slappy tossed back his head and laughed his shrill, maniacal laughter.
He raised his hands again and moved them up and down like an orchestra conductor.
Both boys ducked as garden tools came flying off the shelves. Steel hedge clippers sailed inches over Vinny’s head and bounced off the side of the car.
“Whoa! Wait! Stop!” Vinny cried.
Slappy raised his hands. The garden hose unwound itself and began to spray a stream of water around the garage. The car horn began to honk. The power mower roared to life.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Vinny screamed.
Jonny strained and struggled with the garage door handle. But he couldn’t get the door to slide up. A cold stream of water from the garden hose hit him in the back and made him scream.
The shelves on both walls were empty now. The tools had all come flying out. The heavy bags of soil and fertilizer slapped the hood of the car and slid to the garage floor.
Slappy waved his arms, conducting the horrible mess, grinning gleefully.
The horn honked and honked.
“Stop! Slappy—stop it!” Vinny pleaded.
And over the splash of the water, the roar of the power mower, and the pounding blare of the horn, both boys heard a shout—from outside the garage.

- Slappy Birthday to You, chapter 30