Hey, a new chapter! Managed to get this one out much faster this time around.

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I really need to get my room back. Puppet should really just call this redecoration project quits and unlock the trapdoor.

Funtime Foxy was sitting by himself inside his cove, staring over at the locked trapdoor on the floor of the cove. He had woken up today and had tried to enter his back room, but then remembered that Puppet had locked it away and that he couldn't get into it right now.

At the very least, I'll have to go and demand he unlock the trapdoor and show me what he's doing in there. Foxy thought. It's my room, so I should be involved in any sort of projects involving it, shouldn't I? But hopefully he won't just procrastinate like he has been doing recently. He keeps SAYING he's gonna get to work on it, but then he doesn't. He keeps SAYING that I'm gonna love it when it's done, but I doubt that.

Foxy paused, then sighed. He stood up and opened his cove curtains, looking out over his front room.

Maybe I shouldn't complain, though. I still have my front room to myself, and that means I have a lot of space.

Foxy's mind drifted over to something else: yesterday, Ballora had finally turned up the thermostat, and the snow had melted away so that the pizzeria was back how it was supposed to be.

Ugh, I'm so glad Ballora finally got rid of the snow. Still doesn't make me forgive her for all the SHOVELING and DIGGING I had to do just to get to her room and demand she fix the problem! And even before that, I still had to dig Bon-Bon out of the snow. Speaking of, I wonder where he is. He was pretty upset with us after we dug him out of the snow, and then he ran off, saying he was going to go find Gregory. He could be anywhere at this point. So I guess today is gonna be another one of those nights where I have to find out what I'm going to do myself.

Foxy exited his room and entered the main room. Nobody was here today, to his surprise.

AND it looks like everybody's gone today. Again.

Suddenly, Foxy realized that a familiar voice was drifting out of the doorway into the kitchen, which was ajar at that point in time.

"Alright, and that's how you're supposed to do it." The familiar voice explained. "Can you remember that?"

Hey, that's Puppet. Foxy realized. What's he doing in the kitchen?

"No, no, no! That is-a not how you're supposed to do it!" Another voice complained, one that Foxy didn't recognize. It seemed to have a thick Italian accent.

Who's that? Foxy wondered. Somebody else must be in there with Puppet. Doesn't sound like anybody I know lives here, though...

Foxy wandered over to the kitchen door and peered inside to see what was going on.

Puppet was standing and talking to somebody Foxy had never seen: a human man, dressed like a chef. He had messy black hair and tan skin. He was wearing the signature white chef's hat and coat, as well as red gloves and black pants. He was also holding a big spoon.

"You're supposed to-a put this there and then mix these together!" The chef explained, making hand gestures to explain whatever it was he was explaining. "Then, voila! it's finished!"

"No, that isn't right either." Puppet groaned. "Come on, you told me you know how to do this. I'm trusting you to do a good job."

"You-a got it all wrong, I tell you! It's very clearly-"

"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!" Foxy exclaimed, having been gaping at the chef before finally speaking.

Puppet and the chef turned to look at Foxy.

"Oh, hello!" The chef greeted in a friendly manner.

"Hey, Foxy, nice of you to join us." Puppet greeted. "I've got somebody to introduce. This here is a chef guy that I hired! His name is Deniah."

"No, you're-a saying it wrong!" The chef said. "It's Dinah."

"Dinah?" Foxy stuttered. "Wait, isn't that supposed to be a girl's name?"

"Oh, yes, but my mama and papa believed I could be called anything, you see!" Dinah replied.

"Okay, nevermind that! Puppet, why did you bring a human in here?"

"Well, Dinah here is going to be our new chef/baker!" Puppet introduced. "He's gonna make pizza for us, mainly."

"Wow, really?" Foxy said, amazed. He was excited to finally have pizza in the pizzeria. "Dinah, you're gonna make pizza?"

"But of course!" Dinah exclaimed, smiling. "I will also be wearing humming opera as I work! In my country, opera is very much a good thing, and I believe it will help e focus!"

"Opera?! Uh, I..."

"Do you like opera too? I can-a sing for you!"

"No, no, that's fine, you don't need to!" Foxy sighed, then looked at Puppet. "Puppet...I need to talk to you. In private."

Puppet nodded, then, while Dinah sang to himself, the two of them talked to each other.

"Let me be honest, Puppet...this isn't one of the better choices you've made." Foxy told him bluntly.

"How is it not?" Puppet stuttered, confused. "I hired us a new chef to make us pizza. That's supposed to be a positive to all of this."

"But he's a human, and he's also somewhere extremely close to where Garbage is! They could end up working together to get Garbage out of the hole!"

"Hey, you two! Would you-a like some bread?" Dinah offered, holding up some loaves of bread.

"Uh, no thank you-" Foxy began.

"No, I insist! Take it!" Dinah shoved a loaf of bread into Foxy's hands.

"Ugh, fine, I'll take it. But, anyway, Puppet, I'm telling you that that isn't good. When Garbage finds out about Dinah, he might try to take advantage of Dinah and try to get the chef to help him escape."

"Well, see...Garbage is all the way down there, and Dinah is all the way up here. There isn't any ladder hidden anywhere in the kitchen, or anything else Dinah could use to help Garbage escape. I think we'll be okay."

"Then you know what? I'm going to go and get Ballora. She really needs to know about this chef guy too."

"Alright, you do that."

Foxy left the kitchen, heading for Ballora's room.

"Hey, where is-a your friend going?" Dinah asked Puppet as he saw Foxy leave.

"He's getting another one of our friends." Puppet answered. "She'll get to try your food too."

"Oh, how wonderful! I welcome anyone who is willing to try my food!"

"Yeah, yeah, well, let's just wait for him to come back with her."

Ballora had better take my side on this one. Foxy thought, a little upset at his predicament. She had better be as upset about this as I am, too.

Foxy wasn't entirely for the idea of having another human so close by garbage. He liked having a pet security guard, and losing him was something he wasn't trying to achieve. Letting somebody who could help Garbage escape stay nearby was taking a huge risk, and now Foxy was hoping he could convince Ballora to take his side and to help him convince Puppet that this was a bad idea.

Foxy was going down the small hall, and then the big hall, and then he arrived at Ballora's room, entering past the doors, which had been left wide open. However, as he looked, he couldn't see Ballora anywhere in the room. Reggie was standing on the stage by himself, respectfully standing there silently.

"Reggie, where's Ballora?" Foxy asked. "Shouldn't she be here?"

"Sorry, Foxy, but Ballora isn't here right now." Reggie replied, shaking his head. "She went off somewhere half an hour ago, and she didn't think to tell me where it was that she was going."

"Seems like it. Did she just leave her room doors wide open?"

"Yeah, she just got up and left all of the sudden, really. She was just suddenly 'Oh no, I forget something!' and then ran out of the room. Didn't even bother to close the doors behind her, either."

"Huh, then maybe she went to go play games with Baby. I'll have to go and check through the vent grate. I can't get in there, though, because Baby somehow figured out how to lock the door to the passage that leads to the vents, where she lives. Dunno how, but she did."

"Go do that, then. I'll just be here."

They waved to each other, and then Foxy left the room to go check the vents.

Foxy arrived in the auditorium and went right over to the vent grate on the wall right by the stage.

"Ballora!" He called, but got no response. "Ballora! Hey! Hello?!"

He waited, but still, nobody replied. However, he did hear sounds in the vents, such as rapid button pressing, that suggested that something was still going on in there.

Dang, they must have put on the noise cancellation headphones. Foxy groaned in his thoughts. And here I was hoping they'd be around to help me out. Oh, well, I'd better go back to the kitchen and hope that this chef guy can actually make pizza.

Foxy turned around and headed back.

After a few minutes of walking down the big and small hallways and across the main room, Foxy came back into the kitchen, where Puppet and Dinah were having another conversation.

"Okay, guys, I'm back." Foxy announced, drawing the others' attention. "Unfortunately, Ballora isn't available right now."

"Ballora? Who might-a that be?" Dinah asked interestedly. "That sounds like a beautiful name to-a me."

Foxy gaped at the chef. Oh no, not another human guy who has interest in Ballora...

Thankfully, Puppet denied Dinah for Foxy. "Oh, she's taken." He mentioned, shrugging. "You don't have to worry about her at all right now."

"She is? Who-a might be the guy who was stolen her heart? I am ready to show him that I am more capable-"

"Don't worry about that, okay?" Foxy sighed, cutting through the chef's rambling. "So, you said you can make pizza, so please go ahead and do that. I would really like some pizza."

"Pizza? No, no, we must not get to that yet! First, I shall show you what else I can-a cook! For example: bread!" He pulled out another loaf of bread. "Isn't bread wonderful?"

"We already know that you can make bread, Dinah!"

"I can-a make many kinds of bread! Garlic bread, mozzarella bread..."

"I don't want any bread."

"What about toast, then?" Dinah put away the loaf of bread and took out a slice of toast instead. "Do-a you like toast? You should, because everybody likes it!"

"Hey, I do!" Puppet exclaimed, and Dinah gave Puppet the toast. Puppet excitedly shoved it down his mouth hole, where it would travel down into his inner storage tank and stay there for a few hours. "Foxy, look! He's giving us toast!"

"Puppet, you already have tons of toast down in your kitchen. Besides, toast is just toasted bread slices."

"But now I have MORE toast! This is the best day ever."

"Yeesh, you really like bread, don't you?"

"You bet I do. I'm already beginning to like Dinah a lot!"

"Okay, that's fine and all, but we should continue. Dinah, bread and toast are great, but what else can you make?"

"More bread! Big bread loaves, you see!" Dinah announced, putting more loaves of bread on the kitchen counter.

"Ugh, again? Puppet, you're in heaven right now, aren't you?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Puppet answered, looking pleased with Dinah. "Bread goes good with everything, after all! Name one thing you can't eat bread with."

"...um...uh...okay, you win this round." Foxy turned back to Dinah. "Once again, Dinah, bread is very good and stuff, but why else can you make BESIDES bread?"

"I can make beautiful gingerbread houses!" Dinah placed gingerbread houses on the countertop. They were already decorated with candy, such as gumdrops, and icing too, as well as little gingerbread men sitting in front of the houses.

"Oh, well, that's a little bit different, I guess, and pretty Christmas-themed, too. Ballora would probably love these, since she's always so gung-ho about Christmas."

"See, Dinah's got all the bread!" Puppet called out flamboyantly. "Bread for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert too!"

"True." Foxy took one of the gingerbread houses, and, observing it, had an idea of what to do with it. He walked over to the nearby garbage chute, opened it up, and tossed the gingerbread house down into it. "There we go."

"Huh? What's down-a there?" Dinah asked curiously.

"Nothing, pal, nothing-"

"Woah, a gingerbread house. Sweet." Foxy suddenly heard Garbage pipe up. "Hey, wait a minute. I hear another new voice up there!"

"Oh, hello down there, stranger!" Dinah greeted Garbage. "How are you-a doing today?"

"Not too great, but, who are you?"

"A chef who can make many great things! Would you like some bread?"

"Uh-"

"Have some bread!" Dinah walked over to the garbage chute with some loaves of bread and tossed it down into the chute.

Foxy could hear Garbage gasp. "Oh, bread! Good, I was getting tired of the chicken. It's normal bread, but, it's better than nothing."

"Enjoying the bread? Have some toast, too!" Dinah tossed slices of toast down into the chute as well.

"Hey, now I get to have sliced and toasted bread! This is actually pretty good."

Great, just great. Foxy thought worriedly. I was hoping that Garbage wouldn't find out about Dinah, but it's too late now. Stupid old me, opening the garbage chute like that...

"Say, why do you have another man down in this 'chute' thing?" Dinah asked Foxy and Puppet.

"Oh, um, I-" Foxy stuttered, trying to think up a lie. "-he's, uh, on vacation!"

"Vacation? Wow, I envy him. He sounds like he is-a in an interesting place."

"Yeah, a vacation for busywork!" Puppet lied. "He's definitely just cleaning down there."

"Just go back to cooking, okay?" Foxy ordered, pushing Dinah back behind the kitchen counter. "Also, he likes to get people in trouble, so if he asks you for anything, do not give him it!"

"Understood!" Dinah accepted, nodding quickly. "I will-a not listen to anything he says!"

"Thank you very much."

"You are-a very welcome! Now, would you like some more bread?"

"No, no more bread, okay?! Please, make something that ISN'T bread."

"Oh, I understand. How about a nice cooked turkey?" Dinah went over to one of the ovens, pulled out a large turkey on a tray, and placed it on the kitchen counter.

"Okay, we're getting closer now, but that's still not pizza."

"How about rotisserie lemon pepper turkey?" Dinah reached into another oven and pulled out another cooked turkey on a tray, except this one seemed to be more heavily seasoned than the other turkey.

"That's still turkey, pal! I mean, come on, you're a pizza chef! Why do you keep making stuff that is NOT pizza?!"

To Foxy's surprise, Dinah narrowed his eyes and scowled at Foxy. "Bakers and chefs can make anything they want in my-a country."

"And where are you from, exactly?"

"The great country of Italia, or Italy as you Americans call it. La nostra cucina è sempre la migliore del nostro paese! Faresti meglio a non dimenticarlo, curiosa piccola volpe."

"What?" Those last two sentences had been jabbered away in Italian, and Foxy didn't have Italian in his translator systems yet.

"Nevermind that. Just know that I am very much Italiano!"

"Yes, yes, okay."

"You know, this turkey reminds me of Freddy's chicken." Puppet commented as he observed the turkey Dinah had set out on trays.

"Yeah, it really does..." Foxy agreed, staring at the turkey.

Dinah perked up. "Pollo, dici? I have that too, you know! I can make many types of chicken, including mozzarella chicken, alfredo chicken, everything!"

Foxy gasped. "No! Not-"

"Here, have some chicken!" Dinah tossed chicken pieces into the air, which Puppet excitedly caught.

"Oh, boy, chicken too!" He exclaimed. "Can you make fried chicken? Grilled chicken? Chicken tenders?! Chicken sandwiches?! CHICKEN FRIES?!"

"Sì, any kind! Just ask for it!"

"Puppet, stop." Foxy growled, glaring at Puppet. Foxy was not in the mood to get sidetracked. He wanted Dinah to make pizza, and he wanted that to happen now. "Chicken isn't that exciting, okay?"

"Now, would you two like something else, too?"

"Yeah, make pizza-"

"Have-a some spaghetti!" Dinah placed a plate of spaghetti on the countertop. "It is a very famous dish in Italia!"

"Spaghetti isn't pizza!"

"Oh, but spaghetti is pasta, and I think pizza is pasta too!" Puppet claimed. "See, Foxy? He's the right man for the job."

"I will admit that he's getting closer to our goal here, but spaghetti is not what we want. Spaghetti isn't served at pizzerias, or at least, none that I know of."

"You do not-a want spaghetti?" Dinah repeated confusedly.

"No, we want pizza-"

"Then how about-a some cake?" Dinah reached into the third oven and pulled out a vanilla cake, which he set down on the counter. "Everyone likes-a cake!"

"That's true. I like cake, after all." Puppet agreed.

Foxy sighed, but this time the sigh wasn't as rough. "Okay, this is a lot closer. As a Fazbear Entertainment location, we do have birthday parties, which means cake is a requirement. But- IT'S STILL NOT PIZZA!"

"You do-a not like the cakes?" Dinah sputtered.

"I do, but I'm looking for pizza-"

Dinah actually looked angry now. "Oh, you are such an esigente, idiota scortese! In my country, we would have already kicked you out of the restaurant for your insolenza!"

"What?! Okay, I don't care about that, pal. We, or at least, HE-" Foxy gestured towards Puppet "-hired you to make us PIZZA! Do you know what pizza is, pal?! P-I-Z-Z-A!"

"Of course I know what pizza is, I used to show my craftsmanship in a pizzeria!"

"Foxy, calm down, okay?" Puppet said assuringly to Foxy. "He may not have made us pizza yet, but he's knocking out every other part of the job description. Isn't that good?"

"Puppet, his job is to be a PIZZA chef." Foxy explained irritably. "His job description is supposed to tell him to make PIZZA!"

"BENE, ALLORA!" Dinah suddenly shouted out. "I am the chef now, am I not?! Yes, I know I have to make pizza. Why haven't I made pizza yet? Because I have no tomato sauce! I cannot make pizza without tomato sauce!"

Foxy gaped at Dinah, then looked to Puppet. "Puppet, you didn't order in tomatoes or tomato sauce?"

"Um...what?" Puppet sputtered, trying to sound ignorant. "I thought Freddy was in charge of that..."

Dinah gasped. "And you call yourselves a pizzeria! How can you go without having tomato sauce?! Questo è semplicemente ridicolo!"

"Well, let's narrow down what we already have." Foxy started, trying to be rational. "I know that we have plenty of dough, I already checked. So can't you make pizza?"

"Did you even listen? Without tomato sauce, I cannot make pizza! Without pizza, I cannot satisfy your needs!"

"Fine, we'll order in tomato sauce for you. Until then, I need to think about this. What other kinds of food is sold at a pizzeria? Hmm...maybe French fries?"

"Ah, Patatine fritte! French fries! Um...if you have potatoes, I can make French fries for you."

"Actually, we do have potatoes." Foxy realized, and Puppet nodded to confirm that. "If you've searched the kitchen, the bag of potatoes should be in one of the cabinets."

"Well, about that...I tasted the potatoes you already had, and it seems that they have expired."

"What?!" Foxy looked at Puppet again. "Puppet! You were supposed to throw the bad potatoes out yesterday!"

"But they had green stuff growing on it!" Puppet replied. "I thought green stuff was good!"

"When green stuff starts to grow out of them, you throw them out! That means they went bad!"

"I thought the green stuff would sprout and make a new potato out of it!"

"No, that is not how that works, okay? Remember that. So, Dinah, it looks like French fries are off the table. What else can you make?"

Dinah paused for a moment, then grinned. "How about-a pumpkin pie?" He took out a big pumpkin pie.

"Oh, hey, pumpkin pie reminds me of pizza pie!" Puppet noted. "Did he do it, Foxy?"

"He's closer now." Foxy admit. "But he still has a way to go! Also, why are you getting so riled up over this chef, Puppet? What's so special about this guy?"

Puppet was silent, then: "He reminds me of somebody I used to know."

"Oh, I do?" Dinah exclaimed. "Was he a great chef like me?"

"She, she was a girl. She cooked pretty well back then- nevermind, forget that. Uh, let's also say that you remind me of a red guy who jumps on mushrooms."

"You mean Mario? Well, he-a is Italian. But that also reminds me of my cousin, Giovanni! He was in a cooking pantheon, where he made master-class work. Back home, he made the best bread in the country! People from around the very Earth would visit Italy to taste my cousin's marvelous bread!"

"Giovanni? That's a kind of silly-sounding name."

Dinah narrowed his eyes at Foxy. "He was a great baker and chef, volpe. Do not discriminate against his name and his wonderful accomplishments."

"I was, uh, talking about Mario, though." Puppet commented.

"Mario? Yes, he is a very great Italian! Though he is a plumber, not a baker."

"It's Maario, not Mario!"

"What? No! It was Mario!"

"Maario!"

"Mario!"

"MAARIO!"

"Mario!"

"Maario!"

"Guys, enough arguing about pointless things like Mario!" Foxy ordered determinedly. "We need to stay focused."

"Oh, that is it!" Dinah groaned. "You guys do not respect my work, my concoctions, or anything I like! You guys are just horrible, so I will be leaving now!" Dinah made for the door.

"No, no, no!" Foxy blocked the way to the door. "Back up, Dinah. You're not leaving."

"I am leaving now, fox." Dinah growled, taking out his wooden spoon. "I will beat you with this spoon if you do not move aside."

Foxy stared at Dinah, then let out a chuckle. Maybe it was time to let Dinah know who he was dealing with.

"I think we've hidden this long enough." Foxy smirked. "It's time I show you why you should be scared of us." Foxy clicked the buttons on his face, and his faceplates came open with a CLANG, shocking Dinah. "See all the wires and metal insides?"

"I...you..." Dinah stuttered.

"Don't you see? We're animatronics, Dinah."

"Mama MIA!" Dinah jumped back in shock.

"Haven't you heard the stories, Dinah? We don't take kindly to humans who cross paths with us!"

"Fine, fine, I will not leave!" Dinah went back behind the counter to catch his breath. Foxy pushed his faceplates back shut as Dinah rambled. "Oh no, questo è brutto. Papa told me all about these terrible things when I moved into Littlewood. How they killed so many innocent people, all the things they did, and now they're here...and wait! Puppet person, are you an animatronic too?"

"Yeah, I basically am." Puppet confirmed casually, nodding.

"Oddio! You were both animatronics this whole time?! Were you lying about wanting pizza?"

"No, no, we actually do want pizza." Foxy said, shrugging. "That's why you're here, Dinah: to make us pizza."

"But I-a have no tomato sauce, so I cannot make pizza-"

"We'll figure something out. However, that doesn't mean you're leaving. You're going to stay here and cook more food. Now, come on, Puppet, let's leave Dinah to it."

Foxy and Puppet went outside the kitchen and closed the door, Foxy making sure to lock it up. On the other side of the door, Foxy could see Dinah run up to the door window and peer at the animatronics in a scared manner.

"Where are you going?!" He yelled. "Please don't-a leave me in here!"

"Sorry, you're staying there." Foxy grinned. "Oh, and by the way: even if you had gotten out of the kitchen, good luck trying to leave the building. There's no available exit here."

Dinah gasped, then backed away from the door. "Mama mia, how am I going to get out now?" He mumbled silently.

"Don't worry, you'll be good in there. There's blankets in the employee lounge for when you need to get to sleep. Just head through the door on the other side of the kitchen. Puppet can give you a spare bed later tonight, when you go to bed."

"Yeah, I can." Puppet agreed. "Haven't been able to use the spare bed before, so this is a good way to start using it now. And, if you need to use the restroom, just go down the garbage chute. Garbage won't care."

"Hey, I do care!" They could hear Garbage yell from inside the kitchen. "Don't do that!" They ignored him.

"You really are a sly fox..." Dinah sighed, looking at Foxy. "I should have been more cautious. And do not worry, mr. Garbage! I will give you lots of bread to make up for my bathroom time!"

"Oh, you will? That's cool, but please try not to go down the chute. Especially not number two..."

"Remember what I said. Don't listen to him, Dinah." Foxy warned. "If you listen to him, bad things can and will happen to you."

"Ay yi yi! My mama and papa will be so worried about me if I stay away from them for too long..." Dinah complained.

"Forget about them! We're your new family now, and we like you too much to let you go. Just relax and accept all this."

"Well...I...guess I can get used to this. Would you like some bread before you leave, then?"

"Yeah, we're out of here. Bye." Foxy turned around and walked away from the door, Puppet following after him.

"Have a good day!" Dinah called after them.

"We will! And TRY TO MAKE PIZZA WITHOUT TOMATO SAUCE FOR THE TIME BEING!"

"WITHOUT TOMATO SAUCE, I CAN'T MAKE PIZZA!"

"Fine, whatever!"

Dinah went away from the door, and Foxy turned to Puppet.

"Yeesh, Dinah's really picky about what he puts on pizza." Foxy told Puppet anxiously.

"He is, he is." Puppet admit. "I bet he'll get to making us pizza one day. Maybe he'll actually find a good substitute for tomato sauce."

"Let's hope that'll happen one day. So, now that the business with Dinah is over, I think I should update you. Ballora didn't come with me because she's playing games with Baby, and they have on the noise-cancelling headphones that block out any outside sound."

"We should look through the vent cover in this room and see if we can hear anything, then."

"Good idea."

There was a vent cover in the main room. It was a smaller one, hidden on the wall of the stage. Foxy and Puppet went over to it and listened closely for any conversation.

Foxy could still make out rapid button-tapping. However, as he listened, Ballora suddenly spoke from inside the vent.

"Stupid noobs, always getting killed so easily." She snorted, sounding unimpressed by the lack of skill shown by whatever other players were in the game. "Gosh, these guys are so bad at the game. Baby, why are we even playing against them?"

"Mmm." Baby grunted, who Foxy guessed was so sucked into the game that she didn't care about responding coherently.

"Dang, they're pretty focused on the game they're playing." Foxy commented, he and Puppet making their way away from the vent cover. "Baby isn't even bothering to respond with anything but grunts. I would hate having to play with her when she's like that."

"Yeah." Puppet said quickly. "So, did you find Bon-Bon anywhere?"

"Unfortunately, I did. He's pretty angry with me, it seems. He already ran over to find Gregory and to go hang out with him. He could be anywhere in the building right now. Even your room."

On those words, Puppet perked up, glaring ahead. "No, he couldn't possibly be in my room."

"I mean, you never really know. Between all the growling and muttering he made when I saw him, I did pick up the word 'revenge'."

Puppet froze. "I'm going to have to go check up on all my stuff when I get back, then..."

"You can do that, I'm gonna head to my room- hey, wait, speaking of my back room, Puppet: When you are gonna finish renovating it?!"

Puppet looked a little uncomfortable. "Uh...soon, I think."

"You've been giving me that same exact response since yesterday."

"This time, I mean it! I swear!"

"Are you sure about that, or are you lying to me again?"

"No, I'm not lying."

"Okay, then, I'll believe you this time. But if you haven't gotten in some progress on the renovations by the next time I see you, then I'm going to have to pester you to do it, more so than I already am. Anyway, I'm going now. See you later. Once again, you should really go check your room."

Puppet was wide-eyed for a moment, then nodded. "You're right, I do need to do that. I'm checking up on it right now!" Puppet turned around and ran off down the small hallway.

"Bye!" Foxy called after him.

"Bye!" Puppet called back as he ran off.

Foxy waved as he saw Puppet turn the corner and head out of sight. Then he turned around and headed through the main room into his room, ready to take some time to himself so he could think some things over...