Slappy- Lots'o Goo

Startled, Dad let go of the dummy and took a step back.
Slappy leaned forward over the table. Then he opened his mouth wide, tilted back his head—and began to spew wave after wave of a thick green liquid into the air.
Splurrrp splurrrrp splurrrrrp!
“Ohhhh.” A groan escaped my throat. The smell was sickening!
The green gunk splashed over our dinner table, rolled over the food bowls, covered our plates.
The dummy made disgusting, gross vomit sounds deep in his throat as he spewed the green gunk over all of us. I tried to duck away, and I felt a hot wave of goo sweep over my head and cover my hair.
Dad had been standing right behind the dummy. But he was so startled and grossed out, he froze for a long moment. Finally, he spun the dummy into the air, lifting it out of the chair.
The dummy splashed the disgusting green goo over Dad’s face and down the front of his shirt. I felt sick. The smell was overwhelming. I tried to hold my breath, but I couldn’t get the odor out of my nose and mouth.
Dad shook the dummy hard. He turned it away from him and fumbled for the controls under the dummy’s jacket. Then he turned it over and ran his hand under the dummy’s white shirt.
“I can’t turn it off!” Dad cried. “Shouldn’t there be a way to shut him off? How do you do it?”
Slappy let out one last urrrrp. He stopped spewing. His eyes closed. His grin appeared to grow wider.

- The Dummy Meets the Mummy!, chapter 7