"Turbo, eh?" Chica nodded to herself, a sign that she was taking a mental note.
Golden Freddy scoffed. "Please, dear lady, you don't really think that Balloon Boy would have left us with such heinous intentions?"
"I don't know." Chica admitted. "I assumed that BB got lost, or that he went exploring and got grabbed by the wrong crowd."
"We have no proof that BB would have done such a thing!"
"I know."
"And besides, since when did BB enjoy exploring?" Golden Freddy asked impatiently, remembering how much coaxing it had taken for BB to even get a brief first look at Game Central. "If there was ever a lad comfortable with his roots, that was him."
Chica nodded, remembering the very same thing. "BB really didn't get out much...everyone I spoke to didn't know what he even looked like."
"Precisely! And that's just the same with going Turbo. He simply wouldn't. None of us would." Golden Freddy insisted.
"You're right. But I want to consider all the options."
Golden Freddy huffed, offended. "I just can't stand the idea of so carelessly debasing BB's character! Turbo! Really! Does it matter why he left, when what we really need to know is where?"
"I heard one of the players say that, when you're solving a puzzle, every piece can help." Chica said.
"But do you really think that BB would do…" Golden Freddy hesitated at even saying it. "What this Turbo did?"
"I...I don't know," Chica murmured.
"Excellent!" Golden Freddy praised, before he realized that Chica hadn't answered in the way he'd been expecting. "Wait, you-you said you didn't-" Chica stood shamefaced as Golden Freddy stammered incoherently.
After a little bit, though, Golden Freddy silenced, still appalled.
"Goldie." It was the first words that had left Chica's beak since her admission of uncertainty.
"Let's not talk about this now. Let's focus on doing what we can to get BB home safe. OK?"
After a few minutes of tense silence from Goldie, he acquiesced. "Let's...go back to Freddy...Chica."