(Arty and John enter the tavern with an unfamiliar man all dressed in black, the proprietor of the local lunatic asylum. They are seated at a table.)

Arty: Thank you for coming on such short notice, Springtrap.

Springtrap: I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night. But this fellow said you'd make it worth my while.
(Springtrap was a lean young man with dirty blonde hair and grey eyes.)

Arty: Look, I've got my heart set on marrying Charlie, but she needs a little...persuasion.

John: Turned him down flat!

Arty: It's like this, see...

[Arty]
There's a danger I'll be thwarted
And denied my honeymoon
For the pretty thing I've courted
Refuses to swoon
So the time has come for a murky plan
For which I turn to a murky man

[John]
To find that fiend...

[Arty and John]
Where better than
The Maison Des Lunes?

[Arty]
I don't take this girl for granted
There's no path I haven't hewn
To her heart; No seed unplanted,
No flowers unstrewn
But quite amazing to relate
She doesn't want me for her mate

[John]
Which forces him to comtemplate

[Arty and John]
The Maison Des Lunes

[Springtrap]
I don't wish to seem a tad obtuse
But I don't see how I can be of use
For I lock people up;
I'm not a lonely hearts club;
I'm a cold cold fish
I've a nasty vicious streak

John: Please speak!

[Arty]
It's Charlie's father who's your client
She adores the old buffoon
She'll be forced to be compliant

[John]
She'll dance to your tune

[Arty]
We get the daughter through her dad
You just pronounce the old boy mad

[John]
And whoosh! He's slammed up in your pad

[Springtrap]
The Maison Des Lunes!

[Arty]
Do I make myself entirely clear?

[Springtrap]
It's the simplest deal of my whole foul career!

[Arty]
Put Henry away and she'll be here in moments
In a dreadful state
She'll capitulate to me

[Springtrap]
Oh...
I'll be strapping up an inmate

[John]
Very tightly

[Arty]
Very soon

[Springtrap]
But please don't bring him in late
Our check-in time's noon

[John and Springtrap]
So wave one bachelor goodbye

[Arty]
She'll be my bride

[John]
She'd rather die
Then have her daddy...

[Springtrap]
Ossify?
In my sordid saloon!

[Arty, John, and Springtrap]
So book the church, raise glasses high
To the Maison Des Lunes!