Hannah's screams echoed through the house at six o'clock in the morning on Christmas Day. She had been disturbed from her sleep by the sensation of claws on her face, and when she opened her eyes she saw that it was indeed claw-like objects from an erector set, attached to a baby doll's head. She screamed like a banshee, sitting up in bed, the mutated toy clattering to the floor.
Her mother rushed into the room. "Hannah, honey, are you alright? Did you have a bad dream? What—" she stopped abruptly, seeing the toy on the floor. "What is this?"
She picked it up. "Hannah? This isn't one of your toys, is it?"
Hannah shook her head, still trembling. "It...it used to be one of mine," she whispered. "But Sid's done something to it!"
Mrs Phillips raised an eyebrow. "You think? How so?"
"He's always messing with my toys. He burnt Dolly. He took my teddy bear's head off. He ruined Ducky. It's not fair!" Hannah pouted.
Mrs Phillips sighed. "OK. I'll go talk to him."
She left the room, taking the mutant toy with her.