THE MANNEQUIN-PEOPLE

I see while holding a HUMAN EYE, that you all have come lurking back to my CASTLE for more MADNESS AND MAYHEM BOILS AND GHOULS!  I, CREEPS, welcome you to ICKY-ISSUE 71 OF CREEPS CASTLE hee-hee-hee.  This NAUSEATING-NOVELLA contains a meal that is sort of HARD TO STOMACH for the oddballs who live far from the DE-GORE SIGN on the side of the road, known as...
It was dawn out, in the countryside of southeastern-Nebraska, back in 1958, when a robber woke up in the back of a yellow Plymouth Fury on the side of the road.  He yawned, stretched and crawled into the driver's seat.  The robber lit a cigarette and rolled down the driver's side window, then drove off down the road.  He flicked on his car radio and Chuck Berry sang Johnny B. Goode on it, as the robber smoked and glanced out at the sunrise.  There was a pistol on the passenger's seat and a bag full of $100.00 bills on the floor behind the driver's seat.  "That cashier was too late calling the police on me last night back in that city.  They did not even find me at all.  I got away with hundrends of dollars ha-ha!" the robber said to himself, glancing in his review mirror within his car.  "Stop somewhere and get a little breakfast, then rob them at gunpoint too for more cash" he said to himself.  There was a nail on the road up, ahead of him and he hit it, the nail puncturing his front tire.  The robber jerked the steering-wheel and spun off of the road, screaming and wrecking into an abandoned barn.  Part of the barn roof caved in on his vehicle, and a large wood-beam hit his head, knocking him out.  Within minutes, the driver's side door opened and somebody unseen pulled the  unconscious robber out of his car.  A few seconds went by, then the unseen person dragged him away, with his feet being pulled out of the barn.  
The robber came to and found himself in a small living room with just two chairs and a couch in it.  He was lying on his back on the bright-orange carpet of the living-room and slowly sat up.  The robber heard some fast talking going on within another room in chipmunk-like voices.  One voice were saying and asking: "so, the man was a crook eh?".  "Yes, I saw all this money in a bag and a gun in his vehicle.  I stomped out his lit-cigarette and then brought him here" the second chipmunk-like voice said, explaining.  Then, the guy heard them walking out of the room.  He gazed at them walk into their living-room and looked in horror at what the two looked like.  They both were twins having: poofy blonde hair, both having ponytails, and were both dressed in white togas, stopping and standing in their bare-feet.  The scary thing about the two, was that they looked like mannequins, their bodies white and plastic-like, their mannequin-like eyes without eyelids, staring down at him silently.  The robber's eyes bulged with terror and felt his bruised head.  "What are you two???" he uttered, asking.  "He came to, Timone!" one of the mannequin-like people said to the second one.  "Yes, he is awake Crandall" Timone said in reply to him.  "We are The Mannequin-People sir.  I found you within your crashed car in that abandoned barn!" Crandall explained to him.  He and Timone then both grabbed the robber each by a leg and his head, arms and hands fell back on the floor as he gasped.  The Mannequin-People drug him into the kitchen and Timone got a hypodermic-needle off the table, jabbing it into the crook's neck.  He screamed out in pain and passed out.  
The robber awoke, finding himself on the table in the kitchen, tied to it with three ropes.  He turned his head and saw the back of one of The Mannequin-People chopping something up over on the counter with a meat-cleaver.  "What are you chopping up Timone?" Crandall said, asking in his fast chipmunk-like voice, coming into the kitchen.  "Oh, just his toes from his one foot, Crandall" Timone replied in his same quick chipmunk-voice, as they looked at each other with their mannequin-like eyes eerily unmoving.  The robber looked at his one foot and found it all bandaged up.  He silently reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a switch-blade knife.  Crandall turned and went out of the kitchen, and the robber flicked-open his knife and cut the ropes.  He stared at Timone, watching him grab a bowl with one of his plastic-like hands and heard the sounds of what he had chopped up being dropped into it.  Timone then walked out of the room and the crook quietly hopped off of the kitchen-table, being all out of it.  He hopped on one foot over to the doorway and carefully looked out, into the living-room.  The Mannequin-People were gone, so the crook quietly hopped to the front door.  He made it outside and saw that it was a small ramshackle home that he had hopped out of and that it was night.  He hopped slowly through an open-field, locating the abandoned-barn in the distance.  A cop car was parked on the side of the road right by it.  
The crook hopped his way quietly into the barn and to his car.  He got into it, put his knife down and reached for his gun on the passenger's seat.  A cop walked into the barn with a flashlight and the robber aimed his pistol out his open-car-window at him.  Suddenly, the eerie plastic-like face of one of The Mannequin-People came out of the darkness of the backseat and held up the cleaver.  He rose it and the sound of it striking the robber was heard.  The robber slumped over dead.  Two hours later, The Mannequin-People were eating something inside their kitchen under their lamp that hung down from the ceiling over the table.  "Well, Timone, that was good.  That man was pretty bad, but tasty" Crandall talked fast to him as they sat at the table together.  "Yes, Crandall, he was indeed.  He was going to shoot a policeman with his gun, until I used my cleaver on him.  Some humans are good though on this planet that we came to" Timone said to Crandall, as they stared at each other with their motionless eyes.  "Yes and this abandoned home we located is alright too" Timone added, saying, as the two aliens licked bowls with deep-blue, long, bumpy-tongues.  
Well, wasn't that ending OUT OF THIS WORLD Kiddies?  The robber tried to take a SHOT AT IT, but Timone had a rather SHARP IDEA then aha-ha-ha-ha!  With his TOE-RRIFIC COOKING, he really PUT HIS FOOT IN HIS MOUTH or rather the robber's heh-heh-heh-heh!