A smile was the only thing to let on to his secret musings as he drifted off to sleep.

That night he dreamed of Sally Dress-Up having a dreadful accident involving a fire,

a bicycle,

deep water,

and a large,

hungry werewolf.

Needless to say,

Teddie had a very enjoyable, peaceful good night’s rest.

It was almost a full two weeks before Teddie got the opportunity he was waiting for.

Tammy Lou was late for her doctor’s appointment and their mother rushed her out the door so fast that Tammy didn’t have the chance to scoop up Sally and take her along.

Teddie came in the house from riding his bicycle,

and after taking a quick drink directly from the milk cartoon,

something that he only did when he knew no one was around,

he was in the process of dashing upstairs to his room,

when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

Teddie went back down the stairs two at a time,

not able to believe his good luck.

There, sitting on the end of the couch,

slightly tilted against an overstuffed pillow cushion,

was the hated porcelain Sally.

Teddie noticed immediately that she was wearing one of the outfits that he most particularly despised and that Tammy Lou absolutely adored.

It was a bright pink tutu and a pink and white leotard tight set.

This, of course, was usually matched by Tammy Lou’s ballet outfit and it reminded Teddie constantly of the ridiculous tights costume that hung in his own closet,

as far back as possible,

lest one of his friends be over and accidentally see it.

All of Teddie’s anger and frustration at that moment focused on Sally.

In that instant, he was overcome by an overwhelming sense of rage.

All the little moments of embarrassment and humiliation that he imagined that he had suffered at the hands of his mother were all transferred to Tammy and Sally.

They were responsible!

They were to blame.

Everything was their fault!

The very sight of the doll,

laying there in her mocking little costume,

made Teddie lose all control and sense of good judgment.

All that mattered was that he was alone with Sally and something bad was about to happen.

Suddenly, Teddie’s anger and rage was transformed into uncontrollable happiness.

He was alone! Alone with the doll. This was his chance!

He glanced quickly at the clock.

It was 2 45pm.

Providing for a 30 minute appointment,

at least 10 minutes waiting to be seen,

and another 15 minutes to drive home,

Teddie figured that he had about half an hour to work his evil plans.

Whatever they might be.

Teddie wasn’t exactly sure what he should do.

All his daydreams,

regular dreams and fantasies had mostly involved very horrible,

complex accidents.

It was the curse of youthful dreams to imagine things that were far too difficult to actually put into affect.

At the moment of truth,

when the power was his to decide,

Teddie couldn’t make up his mind.

Teddie didn’t let that bother him though.

He was far too happy to let such a little unimportant detail as that interrupt his moment of glory and triumph.

Prince Ted was about to deal a decisively critical blow to the evil forces of Princess Tamugilface!

Teddie suddenly swooped up the doll-like a diving bird of prey and clutched it in his powerful grasp.

He hadn’t held the nasty creature since his last run-in with his pukey little sister almost two weeks ago.

He still remembered the cool, smoothness of the porcelain skin.

The weight of the body.

After all, for being a doll,

Sally Dress-Up weighed almost 15lbs and was close to two feet tall.

To speak the truth, was another reason that Teddie hated her so much.

She was so life-like at times it was almost like having two little sisters.

He shuddered at the thought.