Bonnie looked around the room. For a place that was colorful and vibrant to the public, behind the scenes areas were grey with the paint chipped.

"So, what do you have to offer to Wizzyland?" said Paul, the manager for FurFunland.

"Well I am a robot," Bonnie said, "I can outperform all the teenagers you have working up front with an unshakable smile for 14 hours straight. Also, I'm great with kids."

Paul nodded, rocking back and forth in his chair with his mouth covering his face. "What were you looking to get paid?"

"Depends, if I do the work of 3 men, I think I should be paid accordingly." Bonnie said.

"Best I can do is double pay," Paul said "as a fair opportunity employer I can only go off your resume which is what that will cover. Besides you are kind of missing an arm."

"That's fine for now I guess," Bonnie said, "also this covers only the bussing position, right? I ain't doing the stage thing anymore."

Paul waved his hand. "Of course," he said, "we are not looking to make you into a slave. At the same time, we are not responsible for any maintenance unless any damage happens on the job. Wear and tear are completely on you, including replacing the parts you are currently missing. With that being said, I do have an offer from the creative team."

The red LED blinked lights on and off at him.

"The dreamgineers would love to get your hands on you." Paul continued. "They even had an idea for what they want you to look like for this position and offered to do a complete makeover and replace all the parts you are missing. I, however, wanted to put the decision in your hands."

Paul pulled out a desk drawer beneath him and took out a piece of paper. "The dreamgineers wanted me to give you this."

Paul handed over to Bonnie a few pieces of concept art of her redesign. Bonnie grabbed it with her one hand and flipped through the pages. There on the sheets was a smiling pink rabbit in a polka-dot shirt and blue jeans with blonde hair giving the viewer a wave of her hand. Her long ears were tied together to simulate a ponytail. The other pages had her greeting guests and taking pictures with them. The last one had her sitting on a hay pile strumming a guitar. "A farmhand?" Bonnie said.

Paul scratched his head. "I know. Not the most creative idea but the Executives wanted to see what you can do first."

Bonnie looked at the grinning rabbit in the picture and pushed it back to Paul. "Thanks, but no thanks." She said. "I want to be able to separate myself from work when I need to."

Paul nodded. "I can respect that." He said. "I'll give you a month to find the parts you need to fix yourself up. We'll send you all the orientation information in the mail. I look forward to working with you Bonnie."

Paul and Bonnie shook hands and Bonnie walked out of the office. Outside the building, she strolled to the special parking for business. She ignored the many people watching her as she walked by. What caught her eye was the men in work polos, who kept pointing at her and whispering to each other. The motions of their hands made it obvious they were imagining what to put on her. Bonnie walked faster to the car where Mike was waiting in the car for her.

Bonnie opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "How did it go?" Mike asked with a hopeful smile.

"I got the job," Bonnie said, "now drive. This place is creeping me out."

The car pulled out of the driveway and made the turn out of the property.