The group was lead down a narrow hallway with different doors on each side that read things like. "Monster Truck Room. Doll Room. Slime Room. But one room seemed to catch the eye of Tommy.

"Hey, dad. What's this room?" He pointed to the door next to him.

"This is The Toy-Testing Room," he grabbed the doorknob and opened it allowing the group to walk in.

The room was large and full of a machines that were testing different types of toys before pushing them along on conveyer belt to be packaged up above while down low, robotic elves were picking up toys that were made in the invention room and sorting them out to be tested.

"This is where the toys that were made in the invention room come to be tested to make sure nothing's wrong with them before we package and ship them," the toy maker explained.

"Cool," Timmy commented.

"What happens to the toys that are made incorrectly?" Tommy asked his dad.

Stu bit his lip. "Well they're sadly tossed down there." He pointed to a large black hole that was in the center of the room. "The trash chute."

As the group watched Angelica was caught by something. She stared in amaze down below as a Cynthia doll dressed as a punk rockstar popped out of the side door compartment on a conveyor belt leading to the group of robotic elves.

"OMG. Is that Punk Rocker Cynthia," She pointed to the doll that was being sent along on the conveyor belt along with other toys.

"Indeed," Stu nodded.

"I have to have it! Oh, please Uncle Stu. Can I have it," she begged while grasping tightly onto her uncle.

"Will see. First it has to go through..." Stu told her.

"I don't care!" She barked as if she were three years old again. "I want it!"

"Angelica," her father narrowed his eyes at her. Angelica tried to hold back but couldn't resist. She made her way down to the main floor where tons of elves were shown boxing up a bunch of toys.

While not looking where she was going she ended up on a conveyor belt that pushed her around the place. She looked around until she saw the Cynthia doll again.

"Please let there be nothing wrong with it," she prayed in her head. She was surprised to see something so rare. Something that she always wanted but never got as a child.

The conveyor belt continued to push Angelica along until she was near close to the garbage chute. The group below were watching when they noticed where Angelica was being pushed to.

"Um, bro', where is that conveyor belt taking her?!" Drew asked.

"Unfortunately it leads to the garbage chute," Stu rubbed his shoulder. Everyone looked up and watched Angelica being sent along. Drew was now becoming worried. "Where does the chute go?"

"To the incinerator," Stu replied.

"WHAT!" Drew shouted in panic and anger. He pressed his hands on his brothers shoulders while growling through gritted teeth.

"But don't worry it's only lit every other day. I think the last time it was lit was three days ago." Drew gasped in shock as he released himself.

The rest of the group watched as Angelica was panicking while trying to find a way to escape but from how high she was there was nothing she could do. If she jumped she could've severely hurt herself. So all she did was wait and see where the conveyor belt took her.

"Help! Anyone! Uncle Stu please stop this!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She turned on her back just as the belt dropped her off which landed her right down into the garage chute.

The whole group gasped in shock besides Stu who only frowned in disappointment. "She was a bad toy."

Drew placed his hand on his brothers shoulder. "Um, where's she gone?" he asked.

"To the furnace," Stu replied, while biting his fist.

Drew laughed as if his brother was joking. "The furnace. Haha! She'll be burnt wouldn't she?"

"Well not necessarily. She could be stuck just inside the tube," Stu told his brother who then came to realize he was being serious.

"Well I'm not gonna lie I think Angelica got what she deserved," Lou told his son.

"What?!" Drew said still in shock and a bit infuriating anger.

"A punishment for being so snotty," Lou replied to his son. Soon after the robot elves began to sing and dance once again while gathering around in a giant circle around the the chute.

La-la-la-la

Angelica Pickles, the little angel of cutes

Has just fallen down the trash chute

Now she will meet as she descends

New best friends, new best friends.

Some steak for example that went bad a week ago

That was forgotten about and rotted slow

And some moldy pizza from Pisa

Some hard chocolate cake from Giza

And many more sweet treats

That smell like stinky feet.

P.U.

Those are all of Angelica's new best friends

That she will meet as she descends

Those are all of Angelica's new best friends.

Stu opened a small gate that lead down to the main floor and Drew walked down until he was on the floor. The elves turned around while motioning for him to come closer.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

Who had to spoil her, who indeed?

Who gave in to her every need?

Who'd dare to ruin her like that?

Who'd be the people?

Just look at

The people would be, how incredibly sad

Busy mother, and lazy dad.

One of the dolls walked up behind Drew, startling him which caused him to fall down the chute as well. "Ah! Stuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Stu didn't say anything as he shook his head in utterly disappointment. He then motioned the group to follow him as they left the room. "I don't get it the kids are disappearing like rabbits. Well at least we still have each other. Shall we press?"

"Mr. Pickles, can't we sit down for a minute, the pace is killing me," Mrs. McNulty sighed exhausted as she leaned herself against a box of toys.

"Don't worry, my dear, transportation has been arranged," Stu stood her up. He then walked over to a wall and pressed a button which called an elevator. The group stepped in.