Slappy- Trashing Rooms

Someone had overturned about a dozen jars of paint.  Reds, yellows, blues.  The paint had spread over Sara's white carpet like a big, colorful mud puddle.
...
What was that on his shoes?  Red and blue and yellow...paint?  Yes.  With a startled gasp, I grabbed both shoes by the heels and raised them close to my face.  Yes.  Drips of paint on Slappy's shoes.
"Slappy-What is going on here?"  I asked out loud.

-Night of the Living Dummy II, chapters 9-10