Slappy- Putting a Birthday Party to Sleep

Sitting right in front of me, Brandy shook her head. I could see she was not thrilled with my act.
“You’re putting EVERYONE to sleep!” Slappy shouted. “Let’s all take a nap!”
Both of his hands shot straight up. “Nap time, kids! You’re feeling sleepy. Your eyelids are getting heavy. You can’t keep your eyes open any longer. You are falling asleep … asleep … asleep.”
I suddenly felt drowsy. I wanted to toss Slappy off my lap and put an end to whatever was going on. But instead, I opened my mouth in a long yawn. My arms felt heavy. My head drooped.
“… Asleep … You are all going to sleep. Good night, everyone. Enjoy your nap …”
I struggled to stay awake. But I was fading …
“Nap time, everyone. See you in your dreams!”
Kids yawned. I saw Brandy stretch out on the floor and close her eyes.
Everyone was sinking to the floor, sprawling on their sides, their backs.
Willow tucked herself into a ball and fell asleep.
That was the last thing I saw before I fell asleep, too. A heavy silence hung over the huge rec room. No one moved. Slumped on the stool, my arms dangled to the floor as I sank into a deep sleep.
How long was I out?
I have no idea. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours.
But the next thing I knew, someone had my shoulder and was waking me up. I opened my eyes. Slappy stood in front of me, shaking me with his wooden hand.
“Wake up, Richard. We have work to do.”
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“Richard! Richard! Richard!”
I felt a hand shaking me by the shoulder.
I blinked open my eyes and saw Brandy’s mom leaning over me, eyes wide with alarm. “Richard—wake up! You fell asleep sitting on the stool.”
She gazed around. “Why did everyone go to sleep?”
The room tilted and spun in front of me. I struggled to my feet.
What is happening? Was I dreaming again?
All over the floor, Brandy’s party guests were waking up, groaning and yawning. Kids sat up slowly, shaking their heads in confusion.
I turned toward the pile of birthday gifts. They were all neatly wrapped, stacked as they had been before I faded out.
I let out a long breath. “Wheww.”
A nightmare. Ripping apart the presents had been a nightmare.
But I hadn’t dreamed about the kids falling asleep. That was real. I stood and watched them all sitting up, blinking and rubbing their eyes, shaking their heads, totally confused.
...

I spotted the dummy on the floor next to the stool. He was sitting straight up, his legs spread. And the cake … The birthday cake was smashed to bits—in his lap.
Big chunks of cake all around where he sat. And an oozing heap of cake and icing piled in his lap.
“How did this HAPPEN?” Mrs. Linker’s voice rang off the low ceiling.
“Can anyone explain to me? What HAPPENED here?”
“I had a terrible nightmare,” Brandy said, striding up to her mom.
“So did I!” Lisi Franklin cried.
“So did I!” a bunch of other kids chimed in.
“I had this horrible dream about Richard’s dummy!” Brandy told her mom.
“So did I! So did I!” The voices rang off the wall.

- Slappy in Dreamland, chapters 21 and 23