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- Breathing hard, I dragged him across the rug—and swung him into the open closet.
- He dove quickly, trying to escape.
- But I slammed the door in his face. And turned the lock.
- With a sigh, I leaned my back against the closet door and struggled to catch my breath.
- “Let me out! You can’t keep me in here!” Slappy raged.
- He began pounding on the door. Then he kicked the door.
- “I’ll break it down! I really will!” he threatened. He pounded even harder. The big wooden hands thudded against the wooden door.
- I turned and saw the door start to give.
- He’s going to break it open! I realized.
- What can I do? What can I do now? I tried to fight back my panic, struggled to think clearly.
- Slappy furiously kicked at the door. I need help, I decided.
- ...
- “You have to help me,” I told her. “Right now.”
- Sara’s smile vanished. “Help you do what?” she demanded.
- “We have to get rid of Slappy,” I told her. “We have to get rid of him for good.”
- I tugged her hand. She followed me down the hall.
- “But—how?” she asked.
- Stepping into my room, we both cried out at once.
- We heard a final kick—and the closet door swung open.
- Slappy burst out, his eyes wild with rage.
- “Guess what, slaves?” he rasped. “Slappy wins!”
- - Night of the Living Dummy II, chapters 20 and 21
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