"Okay, Dinah, this has been taking far too long! Even without tomato sauce, you shouldn't be taking this long. I mean, come on, how hard is it to make a pizza?"

"It is-a very hard, Foxy! Much harder than many people on this Earth give it credit for! And it gets even harder if the recipe lacks key ingredients!"

Foxy found himself in the middle of a conversation with Dinah today. He was getting bored and impatient with the chef's lack of progress on making any kind of pizza, and he was giving Dinah a piece of his mind while attempting to find out why the chef was taking so long to get his job done.

"I cannot be distracted when I cook, Foxy." Dinah went on, stubbornly focusing his attention on something he was cooking in one of the stoves. "As a chef, I must give all my focus and attention to my crafts. Otherwise, no significant progress is possible, especially when it concerns making a pizza that is impossible to make without the key ingredient of tomato sauce!"

Foxy sighed. "Really? That's the reason you've been taking weeks to make one, single pizza? That's the reason you keep delaying things?"

"Yes, Foxy, yes! It is impossible, I tell you, impossible! Making pizza with tomato sauce is not something anyone could ever do in the process of making delicious food!"

"Have you even put any thought into it?"

"Well, yes, of course! I have been trying for a long while to come up with a replacement, but it is difficult! At first, I thought the chicken blood you animatronics so graciously gave me would suffice, but no, it is not the same! And now I have no ideas on what to do."

"Okay, then let me articulate this to you. Dinah, you know that when making a pizza, there's other options you can use as substitutes for tomato sauce, right? I mean, come on, I'm not even a professional chef and I know stuff like this! You could use other sauces instead, like alfredo or barbecue sauce...even garlic butter would be acceptable for me! And unlike tomato sauce, we actually HAVE those ingredients! You're completely welcome to use them, too, so why hold off?"

Dinah looked repulsed. "Alfredo? Barbecue? Garlic Butter?! No, no! There is no way that those will be suitable substitutes! If I'm going to make a pizza for everyone here to enjoy, them I am going to make a true pizza: an italiano pizza, the most delicious of pizzas! No other pizza would be good enough."

Foxy stared at Dinah in disbelief, disbelieving that Dinah was being this hard-pressed about making a pizza. Then he groaned loudly. "Oh...my...GOD!" Foxy walked over to the garbage chute and opened it up, hoping to vent his frustration to Garbage. "Hey! Garbage! Are you hearing all of this nonsense, or should I say, garbage coming out of Dinah's mouth? It's unbelievable?"

"Garbage coming out of his mouth?" Garbage stuttered from inside the chute, and for some reason, he sounded offended. "Just...wow. You must think you're clever and funny for that one, Foxy, but you're really not."

"Come on, that's what you're getting worked up about?"

"Yeah, I am. Although what I really want to know is...who is this 'Alfred' guy you're talking about?"

Foxy raised an eyebrow. "Um, what?"

"Alfred. You were talking about some kind of Alfred thing up there."

"It's alfredo. And it's a type of pasta and pasta sauce, according to my databanks."

"Hmm."

Foxy, hearing Garbage go on, decided to test him. "Hey, Garbage, I forgot your real name. What is it again?"

"My real name? Oh, it's, uh...Georgie."

Foxy narrowed his eyes. He knew Garbage was going to say that. "Nice try, Garbage. I know that your real name is actually Philip."

"Wait, you did? Then why'd you ask for my name?"

"I was testing you to see if you'd lie to me, and sure enough, you did. In fact, Georgie starts with the same letter as Garbage, so something tells me that you didn't put much thought into making that name."

"Starts with a G? No, it doesn't. One starts with a J, and the other starts with a G."

Foxy blinked. "Are you sure about that?"

"Pretty sure."

"Um, that does not-a sound right." Dinah commented confusedly. "I am pretty sure that Georgie starts with a 'G', if I am not mistaken."

"Yeah, see, Garbage? I'm not the only one who thinks that it starts with a G; Dinah agrees with me."

"But it's not. It's spelled: J-O-R-G-Y."

"What? But that's pronounced hor-gy, not Georgie!" Dinah corrected once again.

"Oh, but...I, uh, come from a very interesting background with some very peculiar people. You can't tell me how to spell my name."

"Well...you have a point by saying that we can't tell you how to spell your name, but your name isn't Jorgy, Garbage. It's Philip."

"Okay, yeah, but my point still stands."

"I mean, technically we could demand you to spell your name in a particular way, but it might cause more trouble then we would want. Anyway, that's all I wanted from you, so I'll be leaving you alone now."

"Hooray! I was waiting for you to stop bothering me."

"Ouch, that's kind of rude. Thanks for listening anyhow, though. Bye."

"Later."

Foxy closed up the chute again. He was a bit surprised that Garbage had been so rude before he had left, but it wasn't entirely unexpected. The security guard already disliked Foxy and the others for holding him captive in the garbage chute, and the mental state of the former security guard had been getting funkier since he had started living in the sewers down inside the chute. With all these factors, it wasn't out of the question that Garbage would want the animatronics to leave him be.

Getting back to the topic Foxy had been previously concerned with, he faced Dinah again. "So, let's get back to our conversation about the pizza. I know you're set on making a true pizza, but it's not necessary, okay? I know I pester and pester you every day to make us a pizza, but I'm not picky. I'll take any pizza that you make, so use anything as a substitute for pizza! I mean, we have carrots, so you could use carrot juice. I know it'd be a bit of an unorthodox recipe, but I think it'd work. Besides, I'm kind of curious how that combination would taste."

Dinah shook his head again. "No, no, that is not right. However...I have been thinking, and I do know one other recipe. Maybe, just maybe, I could make it instead. But there's another problem with this- the cheese! I took a look at the cheese you animatronics have here in the kitchen, and it is-a rotten! I cannot use rotten cheese!"

Foxy did a double-take. "Wait, what? The cheese is rotten? No, that can't be right; we bought that cheese a week ago! It should still be fresh!"

"Classical, of course! I find much enjoyment in that. Nothing beats Beethoven music."

"

"Well, it is not! Every kind of cheese in that fridge is rotten, and even everything else in there has gone bad! I even saw mold and fungus over a few of them, and I am disgusted! How can you animatronics expect me to make a good pizza if I can only work with this garbage?"

Foxy just sputtered in surprise. How could he have seen this coming? The cheese getting bad was bad enough, but...EVERYTHING had gone bad? How could that have even happened?

"How in the-" Foxy choked, and he started to suspect how it may have happened. "Wait...is the fridge even plugged in?"

"No, it wasn't! The light was off and it wasn't even cold inside there!"

"What?! The fridge was unplugged? Then that means...wait a minute! I know who must've unplugged it!"

"Who?"

"Freddy, it had to be him! Before he went into his room and started sleeping all day, I saw him in here. And then this happened..."

FLASHBACK

"Freddy, what are you doing in here?" Foxy asked, having come into the room in order to grab some food from the pantry. Freddy was kneeling over at the other side of the room, with the fridges pushed aside as he reached behind them for something.

"It's terrible! I'm trying to get what I lost!" Freddy complained.

"What'd you lose?"

"My favorite feather! I plucked it from the first chicken I ever saw! I was coming in here, trying to reach something on the shelf...and I dropped it and it fell behind the fridges!"

"Oh. Well, good luck finding it. I'll just be here to grab some food and then I'll be on my way. Be careful not to unplug the fridges."

"Okay, okay...now, where is it? It must've fallen somewhere at this spot here..."

As Foxy walked over to one of the cabinets in the room, he heard a strange buzzing noise. "Freddy? Did you do something back there?"

"Nope. Nothing at all."

"Just checking."

FLASHBACK END

"...and that's what happened. I didn't even realize it at the time, but he must've unplugged the fridge to get the cords out of the way. Dang it!" Foxy groused. "Not surprised that he ended up dropping that feather, though. It's the kind of thing he tends to do."

Dinah shook his head and put a hand to his forehead. "Ay yi yi. That bear sure is a clumsy one. Let's-a be lucky that's he sleeping rather than messing up this kitchen."

"Right, I-"

As they talked, the kitchen door came open. Puppet came in, closing the door behind him. "Hey, Foxy."

"Ah! Greetings, Puppet. So nice to see you again." Dinah said, waving cheerily.

"Hello to you too, Dinah."

"What brings you here? Here to help me make-a the pizza?"

"Sorry, can't help you with that. I'm here for something else." Puppet narrowed his eyes and looked downward. "Having trouble remembering what the thing was, though. I got here so fast that I forgot what I was coming for. Something about Ballora..."

"Ballora?!" Foxy exclaimed, and his mind switched to thoughts of Ballora strapping him to a chair and laughing evilly. Foxy grinned unconvincingly. "Um, no offense to her, but what she does definitely isn't up my alley."

"Trying to remember what she wanted, though." Puppet muttered. "Hmm...ah, got it!" Puppet put a fist into his open hand and turned to Foxy. "Ballora said something about dancing. Apparently, she wants to talk to us about something dancing-related. She asked me to come and get you, and then to meet her in her room."

Foxy twitched. He wasn't trying to shove off Ballora- after all, she was his friend- but he really wasn't in the mood to see her today. If she was in an excitable mood, Foxy never wanted to be around her. When excitable, she tended to come up with ideas for fun things for her to do and then try to rope Foxy and the others into it. Foxy had been hoping to have today to himself, which was why he was trying to avoid Ballora.

"Do...do I have to go?" Foxy asked anxiously.

Puppet shrugged. "Technically, no. I'm just the messenger, not the one preparing the dancing thing. I already agreed to go, but if you're not in the mood, you should tell Ballora that, not me."

Foxy froze, and he knew at once that telling Ballora 'no' to her ideas when she was in an excitable mood was incredibly unsafe to do. She would either get mad at him, which would be bad since she was much worse when she angry, or she would stubbornly force Foxy to come anyway.

"Dang, then I'll have to go whether I like it or not." Foxy sighed. "She'll just drag me there herself if I don't come. She always does...and she could drag me physically by the tail if she so felt like it. I do not want to have to experience that."

"Yeah, that's true. Kind of why I decided to agree to it, but I also just did it since she's my friend and everything." Puppet replied. "And it's too bad that your tail makes you easy to drag. Happens to those who are bears."

"Puppet."

"Okay, okay, foxes. Sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now, let's just go already, before Ballora gets impatient. We'll see you later, Dinah."

"Goodbye, then! I shall continue to work on the pizza...even if it is impossible to do so." Dinah responded, waving Foxy and Puppet goodbye as they left the room.

"Not nice of you to use the bear joke again, Puppet. Freddy's a bear, okay? But not me."

"He's a snow bear, if anything." Puppet responded, smirking. "You'd just be a normal bear."

"Not a bear."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Can't believe we're doing this, but here goes..." Foxy muttered as he and Puppet approached Ballora's room. He pushed open the doors and trooped inside with Puppet.

Ballora was there, as Foxy expected. She was wearing her Christmas sweater again while pacing back and forth across her stage, facing the wall every time she turned. Foxy knew that she had been waiting for him like that. Reggie was in the room, too, standing at his usual spot and quietly watching Ballora pace back and forth.

"Hi, Ballora. I'm here." Foxy greeted, trying to be positive.

"Oh!" Ballora turned and saw Foxy, then smiled pleasantly. "Hey, Foxy! Hey, Puppet! Good to see that you're here."

"Well, I...I...what in the heck are those doing there?"

Foxy had meant to start talking to Ballora, but he had noticed something in the corners of his eyes as he came in and had stopped mid-sentence to look, and was now a bit confused. Two giant presents were in the room, one on the left side and one on the right. They were half as tall as the room itself, several times bigger then any normal kind of presents, and had taken the spaces that the tables and sofas had previously occupied.

"Oh, wow. Those are some big presents." Puppet said, looking at them in quiet surprise.

"Ballora, what's with these giant presents?" Foxy asked.

"I put them there for decoration. They look pretty nice, don't they?" Ballora replied.

"Is there anything inside them?"

"Of course not, they're just there to look good. Besides, I didn't get any gifts to wrap this year that would've required a present that big."

Foxy laughed. "Imagine someone getting a giant present with nothing in it for Christmas. It'd probably be the letdown of the century."

"Anyways, I thank you both for dropping in!" Ballora greeted. "Wait, no, you didn't drop into the room...um, thank you for dropping by! There, that sounds more appropriate. Now, I've gathered both of you here for something very important. Listen up!"

"Alright, alright." Foxy agreed, and he and Puppet went up to the stage, where Ballora stood waiting for them.

"So, let's get right to it! I have called for both of you today because I'm here to talk to you about-"

"But we're talking right now. Isn't that enough?" Puppet interrupted.

Ballora gave him a death glare. "Do you mind?"

Puppet faltered a bit. "Um, no, I don't. Do you?"

"Just a little bit, yes. For that interruption, Puppet, I'm going to be having you work the hardest out of all of us today."

"Should've been more careful, Puppet." Foxy snickered.

"Settle down, you two! I'm the teacher here now, so my voice is priority!" Ballora announced firmly. "Today, I've decided that we're going to learn how to dance!"

"For...what reason?" Foxy inquired, unimpressed that this was the important thing that Ballora had called him here for. "We don't want to learn how to dance. We're fine without that ability."

"What reason, you may ask? Simple: for the Christmas party coming up! That's right, we're going to be having a Christmas party on Christmas eve, the night before Christmas begins!"

"Again with Christmas? Come on, Ballora, why does everything have to be related to Christmas with you?"

"It's coming very soon, Foxy! We need to be ready."

"But...how many days has it been?" Puppet stuttered.

"I've got no idea. Feels like five years have passed, with how slow this month has been going." Foxy grumbled. "Seriously, this month has just been dragging on and on. When is January going to get here?"

It felt this way to Foxy, at least. October and November had been months of activity, both of which had flown by...but for Foxy, December was slow, crawling. It felt like forever before a day was over, and the nights weren't much better. That was the reason Foxy had been spending so much time sleeping: it was a much faster way to pass the time, and besides, his dreams offered him more to do than the real world.

"You guys are overexaggerating. It's only the sixteenth of December; Christmas is only about a little over a week away." Ballora said.

"Well, I don't think we really need to learn how to dance to prepare for any party. My dance moves are fine on their own." Foxy claimed, and he started to do the robot. "See? I can do the robot. That means I can dance."

"Uh, me too." Puppet claimed, piggybacking on Foxy's excuse and starting to do the robot too.

Ballora watched them dance, flabbergasted, and then facepalmed. "Oh my goodness, those dance moves...you guys are so old-school! If we're going to be dancing at the party, we need fresh and exciting moves."

"Hey, old school is fine! Even it can rock a place. Watch this." Foxy said, and he started to lay down on his front, get back up again, and repeat the process. "See this? It's great, and it works! With this, I could be the best dancer in the whole place!" Ballora gave him a look. "Er, besides you, of course. I might never get to your caliber."

"Negative talk like that won't work! In fact, with your guys' disaster of a dance move selection, I feel like we really need to work on this." Ballora declared strictly. "And it won't be easy. With your low level of skill, we'll have no choice but to start from the bottom and work our way up. But with enough effort, we can get there, and soon enough, you guys won't just know how to dance...you'll know how to dance properly! After all, the Christmas party will need proper dancing!"

Foxy and Puppet looked at each other, and they knew at once that they had no choice. Ballora was set on teaching them, and there was no turning back. Foxy felt a little miffed, but he decided to accept it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to improve his dancing. Maybe he'd even have a bit of fun with it.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it." Foxy accepted, and Puppet nodded along with him.

"Great, I'm glad you made the right choice." Ballora responded approvingly. "So!" She clapped her hands together. "Let's get into position! You two, try to stand a reasonable distance apart from each other. You'll need room to stretch your arms and legs out, as well as to dance."

Foxy and Puppet started to inch away from each other, trying to guess where to stand. Ballora came over and ushered them along, making them adjust and re-adjust until she finally told them they were at satisfactory positions. It took a minute to do so, but they got through it nonetheless.

"Alright, we're all good!" She confirmed, and she strutted right back up to her stage. "Now, let's start with some warm-ups, ladies! Wait, my mistake, you're not girls. Let's start, boys!"

"Yeah, was about to mention that. We're guys." Puppet clarified. "Well, I know I'm a guy. I dunno about Foxy's gender."

"Hey, I'm also a guy! Don't mistake me for a girl because of my coloration." Foxy replied. He knew that the others sometimes thought he might be a girl because of his pink coloration and his nails. He did not appreciate this very much, and despite the numerous amount of times he had told them he was a guy, they were still skeptical.

"Foxy's gender? Oh...yeah, I think it'd be for the best if we didn't go there right now." Ballora decided. "Besides, now is the time to learn to dance! Firstly, the warm-ups. I'll need to take my sweater off for this, so give me a second." She got her sweater off and threw it into the area under the cover.

Huh, she put it into the piano again. Foxy thought. No wonder that piano hasn't been working so well- it's probably been messed with from the inside somehow.

"There, it's off! Now, back to warming up! Ready?" Ballora asked them enthusiastically. "Let's start with some simple arm raises! The arms may not be as important as the legs, but it's essential that you get them ready to bend in every which way! I'll count, and you follow my example." She raised her arms up so that they were facing forward. "One!" She moved them back down to her sides. "Two! Now, just repeat that motion."

Foxy started to repeat the motion, with Puppet joining in. It was a relatively simple motion, but it did help that his arms got to stretch out. Ballora counted all the way, and they went through the process for a few more seconds

"Eight...nine...ten!" Ballora finished, and she stopped doing the arm raises. "Alright, good job. But that one is relatively simple, so let's go with something a bit harder. Time for squats. Once again, I'll count, and you follow my lead. One, two..."

They did squats as deep down as their legs could bend. This was much more challenging, and Foxy could feel his endoskeleton legs inside the suit undergoing strain. Still, he kept at it with the hopes that he wouldn't have to do many more of them.

However, once Ballora finished counting to ten with the squats, she then had Foxy and Puppet do both arm raises and squats at the same time.

"Four! Five! Come on, guys, keep going!" She led.

"This is some workout. My endo-legs haven't been under this much strain for a while." Foxy grunted.

"Well, don't stop! No pain, no gain, as they say! Six...seven...eight...nine...ten!"

They finally finished with the exercises, giving Foxy a break to relax his worked legs.

"Okay, good! Are you two feeling warm yet?" Ballora inquired.

"A bit too much." Foxy complained.

"Great, because we're going to be turning up it up! You're used to it now, so you should be able to handle harder warm-ups! I better see you two working hard. Now, repeat after me as we lower ourselves down to the floor and get back up! One...two..."

And then they started to do those exercises. These ones would have been easy normally, but Ballora was making them do it in quick succession, which tired Foxy out much faster than normal.

"Keep going! I'd better see you go ALL the way down, until your body hits the floor! Then straight back up until you're completely at your feet!" Ballora ordered them. "Eight...nine...ten! Finished!" She finally said so, and Foxy sat down exhaustedly, Puppet quickly joining them.

"Phew. This is rough." Puppet sighed.

"Very good, both of you! Feeling the burn anywhere inside yourselves yet?"

"I'm tired." Foxy replied.

"Oh, don't give in yet! We have another exercise to do! On your feet, and repeat after me!" She made Foxy and Puppet stand up, then said. "Okay, forward lunges! Go!" She started yet another exercise, ushering the others to do the same. "One...two! Come on, go in far! I'd better be seeing your knees go a good distance before you bring them back!"

They continued. Foxy was feeling ready to quit already, but knowing that they hadn't even gotten to the dance moves yet, he powered through it. He also noticed how he wasn't quite used to what Ballora was putting through, and made a mental note to himself to exercise a little bit every day in case he had to go through this ever again.

"Good performance, both of you. We can finally get to the dance moves." Ballora instructed, nodding approvingly. "Let's start with a basic move. I want you two to simple bob your head up and down as you swing your arms left and right. Repeat after me." She began to do so, and Foxy tried his best to copy her actions.

He was bit erratic with his movements, and he often found himself messing things up with his speed. Meanwhile, Puppet was going a bit slower than he was, but he wasn't nearly trying as hard as Foxy to completely replicate the dance movements.

"Go until I say stop! Come on, keep up the pace! Find a rhythm in your movements!" She ordered. "This is only the basic move! Did I say 'hard' or 'complicated' or 'challenging'? No, I said basic, so you can surely do it! And back, and forth, and back, and forth...good, good, that's what I like to see! Now, time for some more graceful techniques. Stand on one leg and twirl!"

She twirled on the spot as she stood on one leg, and Foxy recognized her perfect form. He could tell she was an expert. Feeling confidence, he got on one leg and tried to twirl himself. It was nowhere near as good as Ballora's, but he figured it was decent. Puppet, meanwhile, was having a bit more difficulty, as his legs did not seem designed for twirling. After a few minutes of difficulty, he managed to put on a sort-of twirl that looked passable enough to count as an actual twirl.

"Yes, yes, good work!" Ballora cheered. "You guys might just pass for normal backup dancers if you practice all the little details of the movement! Okay, you can stop." Everyone stopped dancing at once. "But yes, I must emphasize that your moves need work. Foxy, you're fine enough as is, but you've got to focus on your form and stop going so quickly. Puppet, you have it partly right, but you need a bit more energy in it."

"We're doing the best we can, Ballora. Hold your horses." Foxy muttered.

"I'm just giving criticism, alright? Don't forgot that I'm doing this for your sakes. With my help, you could be great dancers. Now, here's the next one! I'm raising the bar super high, so you'd better pay close attention! Three, two, one...start!"

And she started a mixture of dance movements. She twirled and twirled, dancing gracefully, then she hopped on one foot, then the other, and then repeat. She bended her arms to her movements, and she moved her legs in many different positions. Then she spun, around and around, her arms held over her head as she moved across the stage, back and forth, side to side.

Foxy found himself struggling instantly. He tried to replicate her dance moves, but she was moving so fast and so intricately that he had no chance of accurately copying any of it. When she got to her spin, he found himself unable to continue, having tried to spin like her but only falling over every time; only Ballora's legs were capable of such graceful spins. Puppet had already given up, and was just watching wordlessly.

"Ballora, stop! These dances are way too hard!" Foxy called. "You're only able to do all that because you were designed to! How are we supposed to learn to dance if we aren't designed like you are?"

"Oh, simmer down." She replied, finally ending her spin. "I was just giving an example. That was one of the finest dance moves an animatronic could pull off! Master that, and you'd have the potential to master any kind of dance move in existence, whether easy or hard. Although my animatronic structure was specifically made for such dances...so I suppose that you two might not be able to do it."

"Of course we can't, Ballora. We're not professional, well-built dancers like you are. We were designed with different functions in mind."

Ballora crossed her arms and tapped her foot irritably. "Goodness me. And here I was, thinking I could make you two into excellent dancers today. But no! Not only do you not have my structure that's good for dancing, but you two are two stubborn to put in the correct amount of effort."

"Well, excuse me for not being enthusiastic for something I've got little experience in. I gave it a shot, but I don't think it's for me."

"The basic dance move was fine, but all that other stuff is too advanced." Puppet commented.

"Fine, fine. I suppose you two don't have to be masters of dancing." Ballora accepted, nodding begrudgingly. "You can just stick to the basic dance, I guess. That should be enough to satisfy the requirements for the Christmas party."

"I can do that. Also, I think I might be able to add some other movements in there. How about this?" Foxy did the arm swinging and head bobbing movement, but added in some extra hip movements, as well doing some stepping motions with his legs.

Ballora clapped. "Oh, good! I appreciate the creativity with your dance."

Foxy felt a bit more motivated to hear her say that, and he continued by dancing in a circle, hopping onto and off of the nearby chairs as he did so.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stay off of my chairs!" Ballora cut in suddenly. "You'll ruin the leather with all that stomping."

"They're made of...leather?" Foxy quickly felt the chair. "Oh, they actually are leather! I thought they were soft, like sofas."

"They used to be, but I replaced them with leather. I think it's nicer. But I did that a while ago, Foxy! How did you not realize that I replaced the chairs? I mean, we've been in this place for two months already, so I was hoping you'd figure out everything about it."

"Yeah, I know, I know. I'll try to remember from now on- even if the information doesn't really have much of a use. And hey, since I'm here...hey, Reggie."

Reggie started, having been looking off into the distance until they had talked to him. "Oh! Uh, yes Foxy?"

"I was thinking about the past days, and I remember something. A couple of days ago, Puppet and I came in here while we were playing a game of scaring, and I noticed that you seemed kind of spaced out that day. You had your eyes closed while you just stood there."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that too. What gives, Reggie?" Puppet questioned curiously.

"That? Apologies if that felt off-putting to you, but I was merely thinking to myself while Ballora was away." Reggie explained collectedly. "I tend to daydream, you see. It's hard not to think of good old England, where I was born. Oh, how I miss it. I wonder what's been going on there without me."

"Was that it? Huh, interesting. It was confusing to me why you seemed more ready to close your eyes then to pay attention to me or Puppet much."

Reggie shrugged. "I didn't exactly understand what it was that you two were trying to do, so I simply decided to stay out of it."

"It did make me and Puppet a bit curious why you were so spaced out. Oh, and...did you have your headphones in again that day?"

"Certainly. I was actually listening to some very good orchestral music...and trying to see if I would like that 'heavy metal' music, too."

Foxy blinked. "Heavy metal? Wow, that's...pretty unexpected. Out of all the people in this place, I would've never pictured you to be the one to listen to that stuff."

Reggie raised an eyebrow. "What of it? I just wanted to broaden my horizons, that's all. It was actually good, but nothing beats classical and orchestral. Soothing for the soul, you know."

"Yeah, it is kind of out-of-nowhere to hear you talk about enjoying heavy metal. Weird." Puppet said, a bit bewilderedly.

"Alright, you two, stop badgering him." Ballora interrupted, going in front of Reggie and pushing Foxy and Puppet back. "Just because he might enjoy heavy metal music doesn't make him different from any of the other guards that might be like him. And he's so different from us, either."

"Well, that depends." Foxy replied. "What kind of music do you like to listen to, Ballora?"

"Classical tunes, of course! Very relaxing to listen to, and great overall. Beethoven is my personal favorite composer."

Yeah, sounds like Ballora, alright. Wouldn't put it past her to listen to stuff like that. Foxy thought.

"Oh, and..." Ballora looked at the floor a little anxiously. "...I might end up listening to the occasional K-pop song..."

And that too, huh? I don't doubt that Ballora listens to that, either.

"Hey, I see those looks in your guys' eyes! Listen, I really only listen to that when I'm hanging out with Baby, okay? On my own, I'd never turn it on."

Foxy found himself doubting this claim a little bit, but he continued forward onto other things. "So, are we done dancing? Can I go back to the kitchen and get back to kicking Dinah in gear so he finally starts to make that pizza we've been waiting for?"

Ballora stared incredulously at Foxy. "Wait, what? Are you seriously telling me that Dinah is still trying to make a pizza?"

"Yeah, I know! It's ridiculous!" Foxy exclaimed in annoyance. "He absolutely refuses to make pizza unless he has tomato sauce! And no matter what other substitutes I name- alfredo sauce, barbecue sauce, carrot sauce- he just won't do it! I don't know what's with him."

"Actually, I think I remember why. Haven't you checked the fridge lately? Everything in there went bad."

Foxy grimaced. "Don't remind me. I'm still not pleased to hear about that. Freddy unplugged it after he lost his favorite feather, which isn't surprising, but it's still a bother."

Ballora nodded slowly. "Yeah, sounds like Freddy, alright. Don't know what kind of feather it would've had to be to get him to unplug the fridge in search of it."

"Me neither. It's definitely like him to do so, though."

"Definitely. I mean, where'd he even get that feather from? Did you ask him?"

Foxy thought for a moment, and the answer came to him. It was so obvious where the feather came from. "This is just a guess, but it was probably a chicken. Probably the first ever piece of chicken he saw, in fact. I think he mentioned that when I asked him some time before he closed himself into his upper room."

Ballora gasped lightly. "That does make a lot of sense! He would try to pluck a feather from a chicken as a memento."

"Yep. Puppet, we have you to blame for this."

Puppet flinched. "Huh? What'd I do?"

"Don't you remember? You not only gave him his first piece of chicken, but you also convinced him that eating chicken was the best way to make him popular with kids."

"You did do that, Puppet." Ballora added. "Ever since that day, Freddy's been obsessed with chicken. I don't even remember the last time I saw him eat something else, come to think of it."

"Aww, come on. I was just trying to help him." Puppet protested.

"Sorry, Puppet, but you were the one who caused it. No denying that." Foxy stated, shaking his head. Intentional or not, it was Puppet's fault that Freddy had descended into chicken mania. While it would've been harmless enough if Freddy kept it to himself, he was unfortunately not the type to keep it to himself. He had bothered everyone else about chicken several times over in the past, and his chicken infatuation had even caused Bon-Bon to permanently separate from him. All this had happened just because Puppet had changed Freddy's mind about which food he should primarily eat.

"Don't pin the whole blame on me! I'm not responsible for what Freddy does!"

"But you still started it. In fact, Garbage is the one you should really be apologizing to." Ballora admit. "Freddy was the one assigned with the task of feeding him. Imagine the amount of chicken he must've given Garbage...I mean, didn't you see all those chicken bones down in the sewer? And there's probably even more down there since we last visited."

Foxy just shrugged. "Well, I won't hold it against you, Puppet, but I hope you know that your actions can cause domino effects like that. Either way, I've got to go back to Dinah and see if I can get the whole pizza situation sorted out. Hopefully I can convince Dinah to start work on a fully-fledged pizza instead of being stuck in the planning stages for an indefinite amount of time. We'll see you later."

"Oh, well, bye then!" Ballora called, waving as Foxy walked towards the exit door. "And be sure not to forgot the dance moves I taught you!"

"We won't!" Foxy called back.

Huh...should I tell her that I forgot pretty much all of the dance moves she showed me how to do? Foxy pondered. Eh, maybe it's better that she doesn't know.

Foxy departed from the room with Puppet and went down the big hallway. Then he parted ways with Puppet, waving goodbye to the marionette as he went in the direction of the auditorium while Foxy headed down the small hallway towards the main room and the kitchen. He was already shifting his mind towards the matters of pizza, and of the possible ways he could convince Dinah to make a different kind of pizza, and of the possible difficulties he might encounter in doing so...