A/N: My first Goosebumps fanfiction, inspired by my friend Sheeps, and an original work of mine. The original work is called "The Broken Carousal", but since it won't be out for a while, I decided to just do a crossover for the time being and go from there.

Plot Summary: Amy Kramer may have found a solution to her living dummy problem when she finds an add for doll doctor that may be able to help her give her dummy an attitude tune up.

Trembling fingers jabbed the numbers of the telephone's worn out keypad quickly, trying to enter the correct set of numbers for the fifth time, but still having trouble due to the shakiness of the hand and the blurriness of the numbers. It was almost four in the morning, so the moon was barely hanging up in the sky and offered very little light through the dark haired girl's open window.

Finally, the number was entered successfully, and Amy let out a short breath of relief, trying to remain as quiet as she could so that he wouldn't hear her. As the ringing of the phone trailed through her ears, Amy's heart began to hammer wildly in her chest, hoping that her luck in being quiet would hold out long enough so that she could at least finish this conversation.

Click!

No such luck. With her hand and ear frozen on the phone, Amy's green eyes instantly turned to her closet door. Her heart stilled in her chest as she watched the door knob slowly begin to turn, and within seconds her dummy "master" made himself known.

"Whatcha doing up so early, slave?" Slappy asked, eyeing the girl and the phone suspiciously.

"U-um... Nothing." Amy lied poorly, slowly sliding the phone down from her ear and gingerly returning it to its stand, just as the call flipped over.

"Don't lie to me." Slappy snapped, his boneless legs shuffling silently over to her bed.

Amy moved back from the side of the bed he was climbing onto instantly. It wasn't out of fear though, more so that her dummy would have a place to sit when he got up onto the bed. Since being his slave for so long, Amy had learned well when and when not to fear the dummy. As long as he was just curious and didn't know anything then she was more than likely okay for now. However, as soon as he finds out that shes up to something else...

"Just on the phone at five in the morning?" Slappy's low voice drew her back to the side of the bed quickly, where the dummy was now sitting with his arms folded over his painted chest.

"Y-yeah." Amy replied, glancing to the phone quickly to make sure that she had hung it up properly.

However, upon casting her glance to the phone, her heart stilled in her chest once again when she saw that she had left that out on her bed. The very slip of paper that contained the number she had been trying to call before she was interrupted by Slappy. Amy must not have noticed that she was all but glaring at the paper, because soon the dummy was diving for it, snatching it up before she had a chance to even react to him. The paper's information was such:

Doll Hospital:

For all your doll, dummy, and puppet needs from limb replacements to full out attitude adjustments.

Run by our very own Keepella Keys; The doll doctor.

Located on 1889 Pent Steet.

Come visit us, or call us at: 222-3451

"Doll hospital!?" Slappy shrieked, crushing the paper under his wooden hands in rage. "Slave, what have I told you about trying to get me to see a shrink!? I don't need some quack doctor tell ME that I'm crazy!"

Amy resisted the urge to roll her eyes up to the Heavens and then back down to Earth as she watched her dummy assault the innocent paper, all while muttering to himself about what a horrible slave she was and how he should have stayed with the twins. She had grown used to these kinds of comments by now, and found herself ignoring them most of the time whenever Slappy wasn't using them on top of physically hurting her. Not that he had been doing much of that as of late.

"The ad says that the doctor can handle attitude adjustments. Come on, Slappy. This could be good for you." Amy muttered, scooting further from her bed. "Mom made me go to a shrink once. Its not so ba-"

"Kid, the answer is no." Slappy scoffed, crumpling the paper more as he scooted off of the bed to toss it out. "Put the idea out of that empty head of yours before I beat it out myself."

"See, this is exactly the kind of attit-" Amy was cut off by the waddled ball of paper suddenly thumping her forehead.

"I don't have an attitude problem! My problem is that I have a slave who does her own thinking!" The dummy toddled back for the piece of paper again.

Knowing he would fight her for the paper, Amy decided not to prolong the agony, and instead she simply picked up her dummy and pulled him back onto the bed with her. Calmly, she handed him back the paper and pulled her covers over the both of them. Not because she wanted Slappy to sleep in the bed with her, but rather so she wouldn't have to adjust the covers around him and have him accuse her of hiding something under them. With a sigh, she watched as the dummy went back to crumpling, ripping, and berating the piece of paper angrily in his hands.

"Well, you can tell the doll doctor all about it tomorrow, because I already made you an appointment." Amy mumbled, rubbing her forehead where the paper had cut her. "So there."

"YOU WHAT!?"