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Who could of turn on the speakers? And we haven't even put the CD on the Xbox?

Finally the song came off.

"What was that?", Mom asked surprised while following us to my room.

"That stupid dummy!!!", I shouted as I entered through the door and saw glass all over the place along with my supernatural items.

"Ohhh snap!", Juan said.

"Oh my gosh sweety!", Mom said when she saw the mess.

"Where's the doll! Where's the damn doll!!", I exclaimed super angry.

"Dude calm down ok.", Juan said trying to calm me down.

Juan's P. O. V.

Danngg Tony was totally BONKERS! I was worried that that kid was going to have a heart attack. But he was right where in the world was the puppet now?

"You still with that, Antonio!", Mrs. A asked shouting at him, "I know its weird that this happened like the theme song and the glass but it's all coincidence, the dummy doesn't have anything to do with this. Honey please, you have got to comprehend."

"Sorry ma'am for interrupting but Antonio we still have to look for the puppet. Dude we have got to find it now!", I said.

We started to look all over the place but no no sign of the puppet. Except for the mark he left on MY SHOULDERS!

"Guys don't waste your time go to sleep, play videogames, rob a bank I don't care just don't bother any one including yourselves with this dummy thing ok?!", Mrs. A 'adviced' us.

I told Tony, "Hey you're my bro and I understand all your hate and rage, but your mom is right, we have got to stop. Its for our own good. We can't go around and just be like 'Oh yeah we are both survivers of a killer dummy that magically appeared at a birthday party huuuh' . Dude we'll look like retards! We don't want that and you know it. Seventh grade is a debate and if we are going to be the make-fun-of guys Imma pretend none of this happened."

All of a sudden I became bipolar but that was because I understood that if the dummy wasn't there then let's just go to sleep and look for it the other day. I mean c'mon!

Tony just sat there, beside his bed, with a mad look staring at the floor and I layed on the floor and before we noticed our eyelids were getting heavy and we fell asleep.

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