The next day, Ennard stepped out of the house to see the same people waiting for him outside.

"Oh, boy," Ennard muttered. "Why are they here again?"

They must be friends of Michael's, Baby pointed out.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good point," said Ennard. "Okay..." He walked down the steps.

"Hey, guys!" he said, waving.

"Hi, Mike!" said one of the people. "You ready to go?"

"Go?" said Ennard.

"Yeah," said the person. "Remember what we're doing today?"

"Maybe you'd better refresh his memory, Spencer," said Robert.

"Yeah, maybe I'd better," said Spencer. "Do these look familiar?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out several tickets.

"Umm..." Ennard looked at them. "They're... little pieces of paper?"

Spencer laughed.

"Oh, man, ever since you worked the night shift at Afton Robotics, we've all missed your sense of humor," he chuckled. "They're tickets! Tickets to the game that's playing at the stadium today! I bought one for each of us, including you." He handed Ennard one of the tickets.

"Oh, awesome!" said Ennard, taking the ticket. "But... um..."

"But what?" Spencer asked.

"But I'm, uh..." Ennard wracked their brain, fighting for words. "... not feeling too well right now."

"You got that right," said one of the others. "You look a little green."

"I do?" Ennard looked at their hand. Their hand did seem to have a bit of a greenish hue. "Oh, geez. Maybe I'm getting sick."

"Yeah, I think that might be it," said Robert. "Oh, well. If you don't want to come, you don't have to come. You just take it easy. It's a shame you'll be missing it, though. It's the final playoffs..."

"Yeah," said Ennard, nodding in agreement. "Maybe I'll see it on TV instead."

"Okay, if that's what you wanna do," said Robert. "Well, we're gonna go now. Bye!"

"Get well soon!" Spencer added.

"Thanks, guys!" said Ennard, waving back. Once they were out of sight, Ennard looked at theirself. Their skin really did look green; it wasn't a trick of the light.

"Uh, guys?" said Ennard nervously. "I think we've got a problem."

I 'eard, said Funtime Foxy. I think this skin be rottin' now.

Decomposing? said Baby in fright. Oh, no! We've barely got any time left for this disguise before it falls apart!

"That's not good," Ennard muttered. "We've got to think of something, and fast."