The New Shipments: Chapter Two

by WoofyandFriends

So, chapter two is here! All three of us have been pouring over this, giving it our all! We really want to hear from all you readers and give us more plot ideas! Hope you enjoy! Just for clarification, each chapter is told by a different animatronic's point of view. This was very fun to make, using all the pirate words and such! -Dragonfeather

Chapter Two

Foxy

By Dragonfeather

"Yargh, what be the rukess about some cardboard boxes?" I asked the over-excitable, land-lubbin chicken-duck thing. Her name be Chica.

"Excuse me? We are not just cardboard boxes." A voice said from one of the boxes, and aye, it didn't scare me as much as the sea is pink! But oy, that voice be sounding mighty famil'yer. "Instead of just standing there," the voice began, startling me once more. "Will you please open the boxes?!" I at once began to slice open the box nearest to me with me hook. But low and behold, I be in for the surprise of me life.

I slit the box open and there she stood. Er, lay. Yargh! You know what I be meanin! She looked so famil'yer. I just couldn't place it at the time. She was a parrot. She was blue with yellow hair, er, feathers, and the deepest green eyes. She wore a pirate's hat. She be a pirate! Not some silly land-lubber! She be a true pirate, like me! For a fleetin second, I thought I was in love. I offered her my non-hooked hand to help her up.

"My name is Polly the Parrot. And yours might be?" She asked me as I shook me head to attempt to get out of her piercing green gaze.

"I be Foxy the Pirate Fox." I replied to her, beginning to blush under me fur a bit.

"You know, I feel like I know you from somewhere. Anyways, thank you for opening the box. Where might we be?" Polly asked, and for a moment, I felt it be hard to come up with the right words to say.

"I be getting the same feeling off of yourself. We be in the storage room. The place be closin up shop for the night in a few winks time. After that, we auta be takin yerself on a tour." Finally getting all of me air out, I jolted when a felt a tap on me starboard shoulder.

"Where might I go to wash the peanuts out of my joints?" I spun round to see an animatronic bout twice my size ask this question. She must have been a giraffe, as she was yellow with brown spots and had a very long neck. "The name is Jill by the way."

"We'll take care of that. I'll get Mangle and Balloon Boy to come in and give you all a fixer-upper." I gave the wee, er, not so wee, lass her answer.

"And who be the captain of this vessel?" A gruff, female voice sounded behind me.