Part 6

"What are we gonna do?" Mars wrung her hands. "We've gotta get out to save the boys".

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," said Jupiter, who sounded more like she was panicking then thinking. "Uhhh, maybe we can break the door down?"

"Isn't it metal?"

"I'm pretty sure it was wood. Anyway, what other choice do we have?"

"You're right," Mars said. "This calls for drastic action". She began to back up, ready to take a run at the door. She trod on something hard and cylinder shaped and skidded backwards, crashing to the floor with a yell.

"Mars, are you OK?" Jupiter cried. She got down to try and feel her way to Mars in the darkness. Her hand brushed against the object Mars had fallen over and she gasped.

"It's a torch! Oh please Arceus, let it have batteries!"

Jupiter pressed the button with a click and a beam of white light zoomed out. Various parts of animatronics littered the floor and shelves and Mars was leaning against the wall, panting but relieved.

"At least we can see now! Let's look at the door properly".

The two girls examined the door. It was metal, so breaking it down wouldn't have worked. There was a keyhole but no key and a handle.

"Ugh, that stupid bunny, fancy locking us in," Jupiter groaned. "How are we gonna escape?"

Mars glanced back towards the many robot parts. An idea had come to her…it was rather far fetched but if she could pull it off.

"Jupiter, shine your light over here. I wanna see if I can find a suitable wire".

Jupiter obliged at once and after a couple of minutes rooting through the spare parts, Mars obtained a long piece of wire. She went back over to the door and Jupiter, now realising what she was going to try, shone her torch on the lock.

"Oh please work!" Mars muttered, inserting the wire and twitching it this way and that. Jupiter held the torch as steady as she could, though her hands were shaking.

At last, there was a click and Mars removed the wire. Swallowing nervously, she tried the door handle, pulling it down as quietly as she could. If ever there was an animatronic waiting just outside…

The door swung open slowly. Holding her breath, Mars peered out…

The stage was deserted, as far as she could see.

"Come on, let's go," Mars mouthed to Jupiter. Jupiter nodded and they stepped out onto the stage.

The area was disturbingly silent. Nothing could be heard, save for the girls breathing. They crept forwards, Jupiter training the torch into the distance. She swung it in a wide arc but there were no robots to be seen anywhere.

"There's Saturn," she said, as her beam caught him. He was lying against the wall, a tickle of blood running down his face. The girls hurried over to him.

"Poor Saturn!" Mars said, almost in tears. "I'm gonna dismantle Foxy with my bare hands when I see him!"

"Don't say that Mars, we don't wanna see him again," Jupiter said.

Perhaps it was hearing the girls' voices but Saturn stirred and moaned, his eyes flickering open.

"Uhhh, where am I?" he mumbled.

"Saturn!" Mars exclaimed and she and Jupiter hugged him gently.

"Hey, you guys," Saturn said, smiling weakly. "That musta been some party, eh? I can't remember a thing".

"Saturn, it wasn't exactly a party," Jupiter said.

She and Mars helped Saturn to his feet, while filling him in and checking for injuries. Saturn had a cut and a massive bruise on his forehead but apart from that he seemed fine. He went pale as his memories of the night returned.

"I was hoping it was a bad dream! Where is Master Cyrus now?"

"We don't know yet, we've got to find him and save him from the robots," said Mars.

"Let's go then," Saturn said, despite the fact that he felt as if he was going to pass out again at any moment. His legs felt wobbly and the room was swaying around him.

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard from the far end of the dining area. Saturn and the girls looked round, in time to see Bonnie step from out of the shadows.

"What have you done with Cyrus, you creepy bunny?" Saturn yelled.

Bonnie gazed at Saturn, his head tilted slightly to one side. He opened his mouth and when he spoke, it was with a familiar monotone.

"That's Boss to you, Commander".