(I managed to make the third chapter. I just realized, if it was ninety years if slumbering, everyone would be dead. I'm changing it to ten years, and saying that Mike, Jeremy, and Fritz are just namesakes. Also, guess where ninety years of slumbering came from...? *evil grin for no reason)

Frieda watched Chico as he handed out cake to the children. Frieda waved at him each time he seemed to be facing backstage. Chico didn't wave back. It was either the fact that he had forgotten about Chico, or more likely, his hands were full because he had to hand out cake.

(Later)

"Eight PM! Closing time! You all have to go!" Fritz, a man with spiky hair and a leather jacket, yelled. Frieda stood up and left the backstage. Fritz turned around and spotted her.

"Frieda!"

Frieda paused. "Yes?" she said, not turning around.

"You're performing tomorrow. You're going to fight Foxy." he said.

Upon hearing his name, Foxy peeked out the curtains. He was all fixed up, with a few stitches on his body, and, something that surprised Frieda, a hook.

A hook like hers.

"Uhh... nice to meet you, Foxy.." Frieda said nervously.

"Nice to meet ye, too, Frieda!" Foxy cried out. "It is I, Foxy the pirate fox! Ye must be the one I be fightin' tomorrow, yeah?"

Frieda nodded.

"Well, hope ye acting be good, because we be performin' in front of the children!" Foxy roared.

"Can you... quiet down..." Fritz said.

"Quiet down?! What do ye mean, Fritz?" Foxy yelled. "I be speaking normally!" Foxy raised his hook at Fritz.

"What about calm down?" Frieda said.

"I be calm, too! You be making as much sense as a shark swimmin' on land!"

"Wouldn't the shark die?" Fritz suggested.

"That's why it be makin' no sense!" Foxy bellowed.

Frieda quickly slid away from Foxy as Fritz argued with him about sharks.

Chico then spotted Frieda. "Frieda!" he exclaimed. "It is so nice to bump into you!"

"It is nice to see you, too, Chico." Frieda replied. "Want to try making friends with everyone?"

"I would love that!" Chico cried as loud as Foxy.

"Calm down, Chico." Frieda said.

"Well, I can't because I triedthisthingcalledcakeanditwasgoodandit'smakingmeveryhyperandmakingmetalkfastohmygoshitwassotastythoughnowonderkidsloveit!" Chico said.

Frieda blinked. "You need some rest." she simply said.

She then spotted Jeremy, a man with blonde hair. It was quite shaggy. Underneath his bangs, was something black that Frieda couldn't make out.

"Fritz, time to-" he paused when he saw Foxy.

"I-I'll leave you two here, totally not because I'm scared of Foxy!" Fritz scoffed, before running back to the office.

Frieda blinked again, before turning around to the stage. "Weirdo." she mumbled.