Fritz turned to Mike. "Y'know, I don't think that BB-"
"THERE YOU ARE!" BB yelled in a voice loud enough to wake the dead and definitely loud enough to turn everybody's attention in the room towards them.
"You spoke to soon." Mike groaned.
"Nothing to see here!" Fritz yelled reassuringly to the customers. Already, the children had turned back to the show stage the parents to their children.
"What is it now?" Mike asked.
"Foxy's gone, but Fritz is here…" BB smirked. "Thought you could keep me away with Freddy's lecture, did you? Well, I'll have you know that I'm on to you, Fritz. Don't think I'm not."
Mike and Fritz stared down at him, confused and annoyed.
"Yeah, it's called his job." answered Mike sarcastically.
"How long have you worked here, Foxy...I mean Fritz."
"Not long." Fritz answered. "A week...or two?"
"What did you do before that?"
"Why do I have to answer that?" Fritz asked.
"Oh-ho, defensive, are we?"
"Mistew, could I have a bawoon, pwease?"
BB turned around and was face to face with a gaptoothed toddler. Her grin widened. "Bawoony?"
BB's job came first. "Sure I'll give you a balloon." He obligingly blew up a balloon. "Thanks, mistew!"
"Hey can I have a balloon?"
"And me?"
"Balloons?"
BB was soon surrounded by children. Above them, he made out Mike grabbing Fritz's arm and the two of them making a break for it.
"Whoa! Sorry! *Crash* Sorry! Outa my way! Wah! Coming through-"
"Way to part the crowd Fritz." Mike followed in Fritz's trail of destruction.
BB sighed. I'll get you yet, Fritz.
