Funtime Foxy woke with a yawn inside his cove, up from another refreshing sleep at last. He stretched out his limbs before continuing. Keeping his limbs stretched out would keep him ready for tasks and prevent him from rusting.

Now THAT was a good sleep. He thought fondly. But, I can't deactivate myself forever. I must face every day with courage, and as I have with the days before this one, I shall face this one confidently and readily. There's definitely going to be some sort of thing I'm going to have to do today, but I feel like I can do it.

Foxy, first of all, eyed the trapdoor that led to his back room. I should probably go into my back room and check it for a moment. Bon-Bon's been missing for a little while, so I need to find him now, and checking back here might be the best place to start.

He grabbed the trapdoor handle and tugged on it, expecting it to come open as it usually did. However, instead of it flying open, it refused to budge any further. Foxy, confused, adjusted his grip on the handle and tugged with more strength and focus than before, but the trapdoor continued to stay locked.

Hey, what the-? Why isn't it opening? Foxy thought. Is the trapdoor stuck or something? Foxy tugged on it some more, but nothing happened. What's going on? Why is this not opening-

Foxy suddenly noticed something: there was a yellow sticky note attached to the trapdoor. Foxy pulled it off of the trapdoor. Interestingly, it appeared to have been stuck on top of a keyhole indented into the trapdoor. Momentarily ignoring this, Foxy held the note up to his face so he could read it:

Hey, Foxy.

If you're reading this, that means that you've noticed that you can't get into your back room. Well, let me provide an explanation!

See, I'm redecorating it again. I was originally pretty happy with how it turned out the first time, but now I thought that it might need some more renovations. So, I've locked the trapdoor using the pizzeria's master key. No, I'm not going to give you the key. At least not until renovations and decorations are finished.

I'll be working on it a lot, don't worry. It should be done in no time at all!

Puppet

Foxy stared at these words for what seemed like ages, transfixed at looking to these inky pen-drawn words written down on the tiny yellow paper, before doing anything.

Oh. My. GOD! He yelled in his mind, suddenly regaining control of himself. Why does Puppet have to do this?! First he redecorates it without my permission, then he blocks it off to redecorate it AGAIN without my permission! What is his deal?! Oh, that's it. I'm gonna have to pay him a visit.

Foxy threw the sticky note onto the ground carelessly and turned around, grabbing the curtains and wrenching them open, before heading out of the cove and heading for the doorway into the main room-

-and stopped in his tracks, letting out a gasp as he viewed what was in the main room ahead of him.

From the doorway where he stood, the entire main room floor had been coated with inches after inches of heavy snow, high enough so that it reached Foxy's waist and reached the tables and chairs in the main room.

Foxy gazed at this, openmouthed, before yelling out.

"Why is there SNOW here?!" Foxy exclaimed. "We're indoors!"

As he viewed this, suddenly he saw Puppet enter the main room, moving through the snow until he got over to where Foxy was standing. The marionette was wearing clothes, too; a black sweater, white mittens, and yellow snow boots.

"Hello, Foxy!" Puppet greeted. "How's your day been?"

"Puppet, come on! What did you do this time?!" Foxy demanded to know, his mind already jumping to conclusions about who filled the main room with snow.

"Woah, woah, calm down. I didn't do anything this time, okay? I was actually coming here to talk about this." Puppet pointed at the snow.

"But what is WITH IT?" Foxy put a hand over the snow and immediately pulled it away; the snow was ice-cold to the touch, even for Foxy's fur and inner heating system. "Woah, that snow is DANG cold! Puppet, what is up with this?"

"It wasn't me, Foxy! Remember those snowman from yesterday? Well, thanks to your carelessness, they probably went on a rampage through the building, and somehow there's snow in here now!"

"Hey, come on! Ballora created those snowmen, not me- wait, why do you get a sweater and boots? Why didn't you bring some for me?"

"Well, I didn't get you any. I thought that since you were a fox, you'd be able to handle this. Since you have fur and all that, you're probably even a snow fox."

"Really? Why would you assume that I'm a snow fox?"

"Because you're white. And you have a fuzzy face."

"Excuse me, Puppet, but you're not a fox-ist, are you?"

"What? No! I just saw that you had a fuzzy face and thought that that fuzz was useful!"

"Well, it ISN'T! The snow, to me, is really cold!" Foxy touched the snow again and quickly pulled his hand away. "Yeesh...I guess my body's more used to higher temperatures. Anyway, this is a problem! We need to do something about this! Like...actually, we should talk to Ballora about this. She was responsible for all of the snowmen being created in the first place."

"She is kind of their leader, in a sense, so we should go talk to her."

"Right. But to get to her, we're gonna need to clear a path through this snow."

Foxy reached out with his hands and began to push the snow apart, ignoring the coldness of the snow as he began clearing a path. It was hard work with his hands, though, so he turned back to Puppet.

"Hey, Puppet, this is pretty hard to do with my hands." He said. "Do you have a shovel?"

"No, but I think there's one on the kitchen. Be right back." Puppet replied, and he went his own way in the snow, clearing a path to the kitchen. Foxy kept digging his own path through the main room, trying to make it head into the smaller hall. Then Puppet came out of the kitchen lugging a snow shovel, and he handed it to Foxy. "There you go."

"Thank you." Foxy thanked the marionette, and then he got back to work clearing a path.

It was much easier now; the shovel was better at pushing away the snow then his hands. He dug the path through the main room, went around the Christmas tree, and kept going as he reached the smaller hall. The snow was piled up here too.

As Foxy kept digging through the smaller hall towards the bigger hall, he carried a conversation with Puppet, who was following behind him.

"So, even though we're heading to Ballora, do you need to get anything out of your room first? I can clear a path there if needed."

Puppet seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I don't need anything." He answered calmly.

"Are you sure?"

"Mostly. I mean, I might think of something while we're digging through the snow, but for now, I'm fine."

"Okay, good. We need to go visit Ballora right now, anyway, so it's good that we're not taking any detours." Foxy went back to shoveling through the snow. He shoveled a path through the small hall and came into the big hall, then kept shoveling the past in the direction of the doors that led to Ballora's room. "Here we go. By the way, Puppet, just letting you know that I'm only making a path right now. If we can't clean this up later, then at least we can get it out of the way."

"Yeah, alright."

Foxy started to shovel again, but stopped as the tip of the shovel touched the snow. Then he turned back to Puppet. "Wait, where's Bon-Bon?"

"He's, uh...buried under the snow somewhere." Puppet said, trying to make it sound as if it wasn't important.

"That doesn't sound good. Shouldn't we go and save him-"

"Nope! Saving him isn't important."

"But we-"

"Foxy, give me back the shovel."

"What? Why?"

"So you can't dig through the snow anymore."

Foxy paused, then, coming to a sudden realization, groaned and facepalmed. "You buried Bon-Bon in the snow somewhere, didn't you?"

"...No..."

Foxy narrowed his eyes at the marionette. "Puppet, tell me the truth."

"Fine, fine, I did bury him. He challenged me to a snowball fight in the auditorium, so I threw so many snowballs at him that he got buried under all of the snow."

"Augh, really?! Then I'm turning around and finding him." Foxy turned right around and started shoveling through the hall in the opposite direction, this time towards the doorway to the auditorium.

"Wait, no! He's not over there, I promise!"

Foxy ignored Puppet and kept digging. Once the path had finally came into the auditorium, he called out.

"Bon-Bon!" He called. He was met by muffled shouting somewhere underneath the snow that coated the entire room, though it was hard for Foxy to distinguish where it was coming from, even when he strained his ears trying to listen. "Bon-Bon, I hear you!" Foxy kept shoveling away as much snow as possible as he tried to find where Bon-Bon was buried, but he had no success. "Dang, I can't find him-" He suddenly went quiet. Something was tapping him on the shoulder.

Foxy turned around and saw that one of the living snowmen from yesterday was tapping him with its wooden arm. As soon as Foxy looked at it, it stopped tapping his shoulder and just stood there, staring at him with its pumpkin head. Another snowman was sliding around the room.

"There's snowmen still around here?!" Foxy exclaimed. "Oh, I'm not standing for this!" Foxy wacked the snowmen's head with the shovel. Due to the tool being stronger than his fists, the snowmen's pumpkin head was destroyed at once, and its body melted down into a small pile of snow with pieces of pumpkin floating around in it. He ran over to the other snowmen and did the same.

"Yeah, I told you that we didn't get rid of them all yesterday." Puppet commented. "I think that after you went asleep, the snowmen spent the daytime growing in number."

"Dang, then that means there may or may not be more of them around here." Foxy looked back at the auditorium, considering for a moment whether or not he should go to Bon-Bon's rescue right now, then decided against it. "You know what? I'll get Bon-Bon later. I'm sure he'll be fine. Snow doesn't destroy animatronics."

Immediately after he said this, Bon-Bon's muffled shouting grew even louder than before, as well as angrier then before, too. Foxy winced, but did his best to ignore it.

Yeah, I'm probably gonna regret this decision later on... Foxy thought.

"Say, now that I think about it...I have no idea which spot he's buried in." Puppet mentioned. "When I did bury him, I didn't exactly focus on where."

"He could be anywhere. Even your room." Foxy added.

Puppet made a face. "He'd better not be tracking snow into my box. Cleaning that up would suck."

Foxy and Puppet turned around and headed back down the pathway through the big hall, and Foxy dug the rest of the way to Ballora's room. Using the shovel, he tossed away the snow that was blocking the door and opened it up, heading inside.

"Ballora- HOLY HECK!" Foxy exclaimed as he entered and was met with a blast of heat and cold at the same time.

The room was decked out in Christmas decorations; lights, stockings, wreaths, presents, everything. There was even another Christmas tree (albeit a smaller one without the golden top hat tree topper) situated on Ballora's platform. Ballora herself was putting ornaments on it, humming 'O Christmas Tree' as she went. Piles of snow were littered in various areas of the room, some bigger than others. But by far the thing that stood out most in the room was a giant igloo off to the left, big enough to fit where it was and looking very well-made, with all of the details of an igloo added into it. It looked as if whoever made it had wanted it to look perfect. Also, despite the snow making the room cold, there was also heat in the room too, probably from the heater in the pizzeria, which was currently running in this room. Foxy guessed that Ballora must have turned it on herself.

"Oh, hello, guys!" Ballora greeted, not turning around from her work. "Like the decorations?"

Foxy gaped at everything for a moment, memorized by the room, then snapped out of it, realizing that he really needed to talk to Ballora about the snow.

"Puppet, here's your shovel back." Foxy said to Puppet quickly, handing the shovel back to Puppet.

"Oh, thanks." Puppet replied, taking back the shovel.

Foxy nodded, and then walked over to Ballora. "Ballora, we need to talk." He said firmly.

Ballora turned around to look at Foxy, and Foxy suddenly realized that she was wearing a Christmas sweater, one that was blue with red sleeves, as well as brown mittens to go with it. She gave him a quizzical look. "About what? Can't you see I'm busy decorating my Christmas tree?"

Foxy loudly cleared his robotic throat and gestured at the piles of snow. "What is that?"

"Well, it's snow."

"I know that it's snow, Ballora. The real question is, why is there snow EVERYWHERE?!"

Ballora looked a bit uncomfortable with this question. "Um...see...to make a long story short...I recycled my snowman army."

"What?! So all this snow...are you telling me that it came from the corpses of the snowmen?"

"Correct."

"...ugh, that's just weird. I mean, the snowmen may not have been alive like us, but...it feels wrong to have their snowy remains everywhere." As Foxy said this, he suddenly realized that his systems were beginning to freeze. He, shivering slightly, looked to Puppet. "Um, Puppet, do you have any more sweaters, mittens, and boots? I'm getting kind of cold..."

"I might." Puppet responded fairly. "What size are you?"

"Uh...actually, I don't know what size I am."

"Okay, I'll judge for myself then." Puppet observed Foxy for a moment, then said: "You look like an extra-extra-extra large to me."

"You know what, nevermind! Keep your snow clothes! I'd rather be cold then wearing oversized clothing...at least Ballora gets a sweater and mittens. By the way, Ballora, your sweater and mittens look nice."

"Thank you." Ballora thanked Foxy, beaming.

"You're welcome. So, Puppet...wait a second, I forgot something!"

"Forgot what?" Puppet stuttered.

"Puppet, why'd you block my room off?!"

"Didn't you see my note? I said I was going to redecorate it."

"Then why didn't you start EARLIER?"

"Well, I was going to start this morning, but then I woke up and found all this snow everywhere. And then after that, I kind of forgot to do it."

"But when did you get the time to block off my room?"

"Remember yesterday when you were playing catch with Bon-Bon? I did it then."

"But why block it off? Shouldn't I get to see my room be decorated?"

"I want it to be a surprise, actually, so not yet."

"Ugh, fine, fine, I'll wait."

Why do I even bother to leave my room if stuff like this is going to happen? Foxy groaned inside his head as he turned away from Puppet, shifting his attention to another thing that had been bothering him: the igloo.

"You have an IGLOO, Ballora?!" Foxy exclaimed, and he ran over and walked inside of the igloo to see that Reggie was in here. He was sitting on a wooden chair by a hole filled with water, with a fishing rod in his hand and the line of the rod already cast into the water. Foxy could even see ACTUAL FISH floating around inside of the pond. Besides that, the artificial campfire was also in here, sitting in the center of the room. Smoke was drifting out of the fire and through a hole in the ceiling, where it disappeared as soon as it went through. There was also a tray next to Reggie, which was lined with fish that had already been caught.

"Yeah, I do! Isn't it great?" Ballora exclaimed, pleased with herself. "I even borrowed the artificial campfire from the camping room before it was blocked off and put it in here."

"I guess? Oh, and, hey Reggie."

"Hello." Reggie said back, looking up at Foxy and waving. "Just doing some fishing here. Do you like all of the fish I've caught so far?" He pointed at the tray.

"You are? But...how are you fishing in that tiny pond?"

"I made it like that!" Ballora answered. "I just went and ordered some fish in from the local pet store in town and put them in the pond so Reggie can catch them!"

"And it really works?"

"Yep!"

"I have to try this. Reggie, can I have your fishing rod?"

"Sure." Reggie got up and handed Foxy the fishing rod, and Foxy sat down on the chair and cast the rod's line into the water.

"Good, thanks, because I don't believe this works. I'm gonna test it out just to prove that."

"Okay, then? Well, I wouldn't say you'll be able to catch anything. Fishing is an acquired skill, Foxy, not something anybody can do with little effort."

"Well, I'm doing it anyway."

"Alright then. Make sure to be careful okay? Don't scare the fish off."

"Be careful too. You wouldn't want to catch your finger on that hook." Puppet added. "You could get hurt."

"Puppet, we're made of metal. I doubt it would hurt."

"Just be careful with the hook anyways, okay?" Ballora sighed. "It's not safe to swing it around."

"Right, right." Foxy focused for a moment. Then, he could see a fish approaching the hook. Once it bit, he reeled it in as best he could. The hook came out of the water, a clownfish attached to it. Foxy gaped at it, amazed that he caught something. The clownfish flopped around at the end of the hook before going still, indicating that it was dead. "This...ACTUALLY WORKS?!"

"I told you it did!" Ballora grinned.

"Wow. Consider me impressed." Foxy put the fish onto the tray, gave the fishing rod and chair back to Reggie, and left the igloo, Puppet and Ballora following behind him. Foxy was certainly still off-put by all the changes to the room, and he looked around at it, trying to find any other changes. He eyed the skeletons sitting on the rows of chairs. Did Ballora move them? "Hey, Ballora, did you move the skeletons? I don't remember them being in these positions."

"Yeah, I did. They were getting a little dusty, so I thought putting them in different spots would help." Ballora answered, nodding.

"Alright." Foxy looked at the skeletons on the stage and saw something interesting: the headless skeleton sitting on the stage now had a golden crown hung on its neck. "What the heck? Ballora, when'd you put a crown on this guy?"

"Oh, that? I found it in my toy box and thought it would be funny to put it on this guy's headless head. Kinda like a replacement, hee hee!"

"Okay, that's a bit weird, but then again, we're all kinda weird."

"Why does it look like they're doing yoga?" Puppet asked, noticing that some of the skeletons were placed as if stretching out.

"Because maybe sometimes, uh, skeletons have to stretch their bones!" Ballora replied. "After all, they were stuck in one position for a while until I moved them."

"Wait a second..." Foxy interrupted. Something was coming to mind. "If there's all this snow around here, then...guys, can we pay a visit to the auditorium? I need to check something."

"Uh, sure, I guess."

Foxy nodded, then led his friends out of Ballora's room.

"So if the place is like this today, then I'm curious to see..." Foxy muttered as he entered the auditorium. Using his hands, he dug another path to the doorway of his water ride and peered inside to look at it. "...oh no, I was right."

The entire water ride was no longer a water ride, because the water had been frozen into ice, making it more of a skating rink than a water ride.

Ballora, who was also there, gasped. "It's an ice-skating rink!" She exclaimed happily. "Let's go and skate!"

She pushed Foxy through the doorway, and Foxy landed onto the ice below.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Foxy yelped. The ice was slippery, and he was struggling to keep balance. He slid across the water ride from one side to the other, putting a hand up to the wall to momentarily stop himself, before his slipping and sliding led him back across the water ride. After a minute of this, Foxy finally stopped himself, finally managing to achieve perfect balance without slipping.

Puppet came through the doorway and onto the ice as well, and he too began to lose balance, his yellow boots easily wanting to slip over the ice. "Woah, geez!" He yelled.

Foxy, meanwhile, started to get the hang of it. With his metal feet, he began to slide across the ice in a more stabilized manner, as if he was wearing skates on his feet. He laughed and grinned, actually beginning to enjoy this.

"Man, this is a lot better once you get the hang of it!" Foxy laughed. He looked at the doorway, where Ballora was peering in. "Hey, Ballora, join us! This is great!"

"Nah, not now. I think I'll fish instead!" Ballora said, and she whipped out a fishing rod and put the line to the ice. Of course, the hook just bounced off the frozen surface and laid there on the floor afterward. "Oh, right, this is ice. Woops, heh heh..."

"So as fun as skating is...this is supposed to be a water ride." Puppet pointed out. "Have we ever come in here and used this area the way it was intended to be used?"

"Once, we did, and it really didn't work too well."

"Well, now it's been quite a few things: not just a bumper boats ride, but also a wrestling ring, and now an ice-skating rink."

"Yeah, true. Although am I bit confused as to how this happened. I can understand the whole thing about the snow being the remains of Ballora's snowmen army, but how can snow being everywhere turn water into ice?"

"Um, I'm not too sure." Ballora commented, looking down at the ice. "Maybe somebody accidentally turned the thermostat down really low?"

"Turned down the thermostat? Hey, wait a minute! Ballora, was that you?"

Ballora looked surprised, then turned away. "I didn't do anything, I swear."

"Don't lie! This was all thanks to you, wasn't it?"

"Nope!" Ballora ran away from the door.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?!" Foxy skated over to the doorway and climbed out of the ride, running to follow Ballora into the auditorium.

"What if there's more snowmen around here?" Puppet said as he came out too.

"Is there, Ballora?"

"No! I made sure to get rid of them all!" Ballora answered. "If there's any more around here, it's probably because I must've missed them!"

"Then I'm looking around." Foxy entered the nearby big hall and went over to where the two bathrooms were, the others following him as he went. He noticed that snow was covering the doorway into the boys' bathroom. "Hey, why is this blocked off? That's no good." He got to work, shoving the snow aside to open the doorway back up. "I'm looking in here. If there's any more snowmen in here, they're gonna be gone!" Foxy ran right into the bathroom...only to find nobody there. He sighed and walked back out. "Okay, there isn't any. Lucky you." He looked at the girls' bathroom doorway. "What about in there?" He made to step inside of there.

"Hey, don't go in there!" Ballora shouted.

"Augh, sorry! I keep forgetting that I'm not supposed to go in there." Foxy stepped away from the doorway. He ran down the big hallway, peering through the doorways to the three party rooms. When he arrived at the last one, the one they had celebrated Ballora's 'birthday' in at the end of October, was empty of all the presents that had littered the floor before. "Oh, hey, Ballora, you cleared all the presents off of the floor."

"Yeah, I decided it'd be for the best to clean that up."

"Good, thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Hey, look, I can touch the ceiling!" Puppet suddenly shouted out, and Foxy saw that the marionette had climbed onto an area of the snow where it was stacked particularly high, and his spindly-fingered hand was touching the wooden ceiling.

"Oh, let me try!" Foxy got onto the snow as well and also managed to touch the ceiling. "Wow, I can! Amazing!" He and Puppet climbed off of the snow mountain. "Okay, so, now that that's done...Ballora, you've got the task of cleaning all of the snow here, AKA your snowmen army remains, by tomorrow."

"Why me?" Ballora asked, seeming a little annoyed.

"Because this is your mess, not ours, and me and Puppet have no responsibility in helping you clean this up. Also, Bon-Bon's currently buried under the snow somewhere, so you can't hope to make him do it unless you can find him and convince him somehow. Freddy and Baby are off doing their own thing, of course, so there's no way you can ask them, and I doubt they'd say yes anyway. Speaking of those two, I think Baby's off in her room playing video games again. And you know her, Ballora; she's always so focused into her games that there's almost no way of getting her off that doesn't involve waiting for her to get off herself or unplugging the tv. And even if you did decide to unplug the tv, she'd be furious. So, it's all up to you, Ballora."

Ballora, looking very anxious, stared around at the snow. "Um...yeah, about that...there's a lot of snow around here. It's gonna take a while to clean it all up. At the very least, it'd take a couple hours. So, I have a better idea. How about I turn up the thermostat, and we can let the snow melt by itself."

"I mean, maybe, but maybe not now. Because...we can turn it into SNOWBALLS!" Foxy scooped up some nearby snow and threw it right at Ballora, who screamed.

"Augh! No!" She quickly ran right back into her room.

Puppet, meanwhile, seemed to disapprove. "Foxy, come on. You're just spreading the snow around by doing that."

"Forget about that, just help me do this!" Foxy ordered, scooping up more snowballs and handing them to Puppet. "We're gonna get her back for covering this place in snow!"

Right as he heard this, Puppet seemed to change his mind. "Alright, let's do this, then."

They each grabbed as many snowballs as they could carry, while Ballora shouted from her room.

"Reggie! Get the cannons, will you?!" She commanded. "This means war!"

Foxy and Puppet, with their snowballs, ran into Ballora's room and exclaimed.

Ballora had set a small snow fort on top of the igloo, with two cannons on either side of it, pointed down at Foxy and Puppet. Ballora herself had a fairly large stack of snowballs.

"FIRE!" She yelled, and the cannons began shooting out large snowballs at Foxy and Puppet, who scrambled to avoid them as they threw their own snowballs back at Ballora. Ballora kept dodging the snowballs thrown back at her as she rigorously reloaded the cannons with more snowballs while they continued to fire. "Reggie, help me out here!"

"I don't want to fight them!" Reggie shouted as respectfully as he could, hiding inside the igloo to take shelter from the snowballs. "I just wanted to sit here and fish!"

"Fine, I don't need you, then!"

The fight continued, with either side managing to score some good hits every now and then.

"Gotta keep going!" Foxy shouted as he ducked underneath an oncoming snowball and kept throwing his own back at Ballora. One nailed her in the face.

"AARGH!" She squealed, pushing it off. "Dang it, where do you guys keep getting these snowballs?!"

"From all the snow you left lying around the place!

"Ugh, of course! Cannons, fire FASTER!"

The cannons began to shoot at Foxy and Puppet even faster than before, and Foxy found he was having more trouble avoiding them now.

"Who the heck gave Ballora cannons, anyway?!" Foxy exclaimed. "How could she have gotten them?"

"Reggie ordered them in for this special occasion!" Ballora shot back.

"He did? Man, then he's really handy!"

"He very much is! He does everything for me, after all."

They kept going, but after a few minutes, both sides ran out of snowballs, and now they were both sitting down to take a rest break.

"Ah, that was fun." Foxy sighed.

"Yeah." Puppet added.

"I agree." Ballora agreed as she climbed off the igloo and walked over to join them.

Foxy looked over at Ballora's pedestal, wanting to see what there was to talk about. He saw her Christmas tree sitting on there, the same one he had noticed earlier, and decided to ask her about it.

"So you have your own Christmas tree?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I do, since it's December! Duh!" Ballora replied, acting as if it had been obvious.

"Then you're pretty festive, I guess. You definitely have...what was it called? A better Christmas spirit?"

"Well, yeah. You guys have heard me talking about Christmas ever since last month, so that should tell you just how into this holiday I am."

"Were you? I wasn't really paying attention half the time. It was a mix between Christmas, your birthday, and most of all, how great you were."

"Yeah, and knowing how many times you've mentioned holidays...I bet you're just gonna bring up another one after this 'Christmas' thing is over." Puppet guessed.

"Hey, come on!" Ballora whined. "I'm not that boring!"

"Hey, Puppet, did you hear her say something? I only heard 'blah blah blah'." Foxy teased, nudging Puppet with his elbow.

"Ugh."

"Yeah, nevermind that." Foxy walked back over and into the igloo, where Reggie was still sitting, fishing. "Hey, Reggie, how are you? Enjoying this holiday and the igloo?"

"I am, actually." Reggie replied, looking over at Foxy. "I haven't had my own place to stay in a long time. I'm glad my...ahem...beloved Ballora gave me one."

"Sounds good."

"It most certainly is. Also, I'm still waiting to get my costume. Any news on that subject?"

"We're working on it. As I said, if we find one, it'll be yours."

"Thank you."

Foxy exited the igloo and walked back over to the others. "So, how about you guys? How are you doing?"

"Well, we have pretty nice sweaters, so I'd say I'm happy." Puppet said, nodding.

"Me too." Ballora added.

"Good to hear! Although these moments of peace aren't gonna last forever." Foxy told them. "Bon-Bon is gonna be downright livid with us when we get him out from under the snow later."

"Why with us, though?"

"Well...let's just say that Puppet and Bon-Bon are as friendly as ever. Which is to say, not at all. Puppet threw a giant snowball at him and buried him under the snow."

"Oooh! Puppet, was it a HUGE snowball?"

"It was about twice his size." Puppet explained. "That should put things into perspective for you."

"And he's stuck under the snow somewhere?"

"Yeah, somewhere in the auditorium." Foxy responded. "We don't have any idea exactly WHERE he is, though. I would've gone looking for him, but I got lazy and gave up."

"I understand that. The snow is pretty thick, so it'd take a lot of effort to dig him out."

"You know what, though? I need to go find him anyways. I don't know why I thought leaving him under there was a good idea." Foxy looked at Puppet. "Don't come with me, Puppet. If Bon-Bon sees you while he's angry...well, he'll probably attack you."

"Then I'll attack back." Puppet answered calmly. "He won't get one over me."

"Sure, do that. Anyway, I'd better get to work finding him and digging him out of the snow." Foxy and Puppet headed out the door and began to go down the big hallway.

"Oh, and, just a heads-up...the snow is flammable." Ballora called after them as they left. "Alright, you guys go and have fun! I'll just be in my room if you need me!" She closed the door.

Foxy froze, then, staring at Puppet, said: "That doesn't sound good...oh well, I'd better just go and search for him nonetheless."

Then the two animatronics headed down the hall towards the auditorium, preparing to finally rescue Bon-Bon from wherever it was that he was buried...