Well, he's as free as a breeze
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle
And he hangs by his knees
As he swings from the trees
Without a trapeze...

Foxy grumbled and growled. He was the one who was supposed to be singing the opening lines of Guitarzan. His friends were supposed to be onstage performing. Not these plastic replacements, with their bibs and booty shorts. And that thing in the "Kid's Cove", who stole his lines and his show and his fame...

She needed to pay.

"Still mad about being replaced?" Bonnie sat down next to him.

"Aye."

"Me too... I mean, I wish we could do something, y'know? I miss performing..."

"Maybe we can do something... meet me in Kid's Cove. Midnight."

The next few hours came and went with practically no interesting events. And at midnight, the withered animatronics congregated around the Kid's Cove door.

"Who's going first?" Bonnie mumbled, staring into the pitch black, unoccupied room.

"I am. This be me own fight." He twisted the know and burst into the room, and the other three followed.

The room was covered in old Pirate's Cove props, and there were boxes which had yet to be unpacked and bubble wrap yet to be undone. A lone calendar hung out of an open box, the page for the current month dog-eared. Foxy lifted it to his face and glanced at the dates.

14- Coming to a new pizzeria!
17- First singing lines- Guitarzan!!!
18- First full show!!!!! :)

"This mangled lass' first show be tomorrow. I say we give her a little surprise, show 'er what'll happen if she or any o' the others step outta line."