"M-Maggie... I-I, um... how'd this happen?!"

"You know how it happened." She smirked just a bit.

"I don't know if we're ready for this... a-and what about the others? Chica'll have my head, you know she's still in love with me... Toy Freddy'll try to get ye scrapped. Unless we can hide ye fer nine months... how're we gonna do t'at?!"

"Don't you worry. I have a plan." She kissed him on the forehead, then began to crawl through a vent as he followed. They arrived in a dimly-lit, barren secret room. "It's got potential! Don't ya think? I can stay here for now... we can put up lights around the ceiling, don't you have some old spotlights in the back? And a crib here, and a toy box here, and a wardrobe here!" 

Foxy sighed. "I want ye t' stay somewhere nicer... yer havin' a kid, for Christ's sake!"

"Foxy, c'mon... it's only a little while." She smiles. "And it's close to P&S, you can come see me anytime. And the boss won't find me."

"I s'pose..."