"What now?" Foxy asked. "I guess we have to take care of her." Freddy stated. With that, Chica froze. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much." She said in a snooty voice. "But what if you have to….. You know, use the bathroom?" Freddy asked. "I'll figure it out." Chica said. "I don't think that's a good idea." Bonnie stated. "Foxy, could you please get me the pack of spare diapers from the supply closet?" Bonnie asked. "Ye mean the one incase guests forget to bring'em?" Foxy asked. "Yes please." With that Chica's heart raced. "Come on guys, you're not goanna make me wear them, are you?" Chica said worried. "Sorry Chica, but now that you're like this, you can't really control it." Freddy said, with a slight smile. "I can control it, really!" the chicken insisted. "I got them!" Foxy shouted. Chica dashed out of the room. Freddy and Bonnie chased after her. Foxy was having trouble opening the pack, because of his hook. Bonnie tripped over a chair. Chica kept running. She jumped on stage. Freddy followed. He chased her into a corner. "P-please Freddy, don't do this to me!" Chica said, crying. "I'm so sorry Chica, but I have to." He picked up the sobbing chicken, and brought her back to the cove. Bonnie got up, and took Chica from Freddy. "Foxy, could you please hand me one." Bonnie asked. Foxy handed the diaper to bonnie. After what seemed like Hell, the sobbing chicken had been diapered. "Chica, it's done, you can stop crying now." Freddy said. "No! You guys did something awful to me, I'm not goanna forget it!" Chica sobbed. "I'm sorry." Bonnie said. "YOU SHOULD BE!" the chicken screamed at Bonnie.
That night, Chica slept in the kitchen. Bonnie slept by her, in case she tried to run out of the room.