[Beep beep beep beep beep bee-click!]

“mmmhhn”

..........

“Bryan! Wake up! Today's a special day!~”

“hnnm..”

..........

[SLAMS]

OH BROWN- *SCREAMS*

“I WASN'T FRACK-O-DOODLEY ASKING GET THE FRIPPLE FRAPPLES UP YOU PALE SMALL BALL OF SMILES!”

“I'M UP I'M UP-I SAID I'M UP-AHH”

“GET. OFF. YOUR. BED. OR IM NOT GIVING BREASKFAST TO YOU!”

*Falls off* “NO! PLEASE! I'LL GET OUT OF BED! Please! I love your French toast! Ple-ease!”

“Get ready, And I'll consider.”

“Consider!?!”

“Slowly going towards n-”

*Quickly and failing to get up noises* “I'M GOING I'M GOING!!” *Runs in hallway to bathroom*

“Yeah you better! You have to give me a response next time!”

∞|After that fiasco is over|∞

(They've been calmed down from before.)

*Humming a lullaby*

“...You still remember that music box?.....”

“Yes I do,.....why?”

“Nothing, just kind of happy that you remember one of Circus Baby World music. It's been years since we've heard of it!”

“Oh! About that, I kinda broke it.. I really don't know how to fix a music box... You & college never showed me how to and I can't sleep well at night.”

“Well, how about I show you how after you come back tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“Really?! You've forgotten today you finally get to see your brand new pizzeria! I get to show you how to run it to!”

“That's today! Time DOES fly by! Let's go-”

“Nope! Breakfast first, then your building, Bryan!”

“French Toast!!!”

*Chuckles* “yes, yes it's your favorite now hurry. This old man has nothing else to do, son.”

*Stuffing food in mouth* “O-k!”

“Don't you dare choke!”