Josie, meanwhile, was going out for a walk. Wolfie tugged at her. She picked him up, and Wolfie whimpered slightly. "What's the matter?" Josie asked.

Wolfie looked down. "Well, people are out in the streets, and if they see you with a walking, talking plush…"

Josie looked outside, and she saw that the sun was beginning to rise. "People wouldn't come out this early.

"Oh…Okay…" Wolfie went to the door.

Josie went out the door, and started to walk. Just then, she heard a crash, and someone swearing underneath their breath. "Someone's there."

"Oh dear." Wolfie hid in her purse.

Josie walked in the alley to see a man looking straight at her. He had a gray coat, with a badge. She couldn't read it, it was too dark.

"Who are you?" She asked.

The man moved to the light, then said, "Look at it now." The badge read "F.F.P Mike Schmidt"

"Your name is Mike?" Josie said.

"Yup. Hey, what's in your purse?"

"Oh!" Josie said, then opened her purse. Wolfie stuck out his head. "Can I come out now? Is he gone?"

"D-did he j-just talk?" Mike stammered, then fainted.

"Great. We have a fainter." Josie said sarcastically. Wolfie looked reluctant.

"Do you think it's okay to tell him?" Wolfie asked.

"Sure. I think, since I'm an orphan, we need any help I can get to protect me from any bad guys."

"O-okay." Wolfie sighed.

"Mister Schmidt?" She looked at Mike. "Wake uuuup!" She slapped him hard.

"Owww…that wasn't necessary." Mike moaned, rubbing his forehead.

"It was if you're trying to wake up someone." Josie hummed.

"Is that a real wolf?" Mike pointed at Wolfie, who shook his head.

"No, he is my plushie. Let me explain. Okay. I have some kind of power. I just discovered it yesterday. So I kinda… made my plushies come to life."

"I found you!" Mike yelled, hugging Josie tightly.

"Ow… what are you talking about?"

"I'll explain later. Now come on, let's go."

Meanwhile, at Dawn's Pizza, the animatronics are going to be thrown out soon.

Dawn was pacing around, while Ray and Jessie looked on worriedly.

"What are we going to do to escape?" Ray asked.

"We can't escape. There is no way we can escape this. We will be turned into scrap metal. There is nothing you can do about it." Dawn said, casting a glare at Ray.

"I didn't say take it personally." Ray sighed, and shrugged.

"No. There is a way. I say we escape at night, where no one will be out, and escape to another pizzeria."

"Which pizzeria can we escape to?" Dawn asked.

"I thought I heard about one on the news, but the only reason it was on the news was because of some Bite…" Ray shrugged.

"That may have been our pizzeria, dumbo! Remember the Bite of 2015?" Sabo sighed, walking out of the Forgotten Desert.

"Wait… it said 1987 though… I don't think it was the same Bite…" Ray said, then shrugged. "But you never know."

"Great! I caused two Bites." Sabo said, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Wait! No it was a fox! Not a coyote! I remember now! It was called the Bite of 87 and a pirate fox did it! Not a coyote!"

"Hmmm… maybe there is another pizzeria…" Sabo said, in thought.

"Good! Now stop talking about animatronics biting each other and let's plan this!" Dawn snapped.

Sabo and Ray shrugged. "It was about animatronics biting little kids, but whatever…"