Meanwhile, in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria...
"Man, we really need to oil the animatronic's arms and legs," Mike sighed, "then again, its just more work for me in the morning."
Mike walked out and locked the door. He stared at the robots for a minute and whispered to himself. "Man, I hope they'll be okay..." and walked off.
Freddy slowly looked about. "Guys, the coast is clear," he whispered. Bonnie tried to tiptoe over to the Backstage area, but the creaking overpowered the silence.
"Guys? Ye ready?" Foxy asked.
"Night guards don't work on weekends any more, babe," Chica said softly.
"Oh. Right... anything we can do, Freddy?"
"Eh, not much. Bonnie's tuning his guitar, Chica's probably gonna make a cake, and I will see if anything else needs doing," Freddy explained. Foxy sighed and rested his head in his hand. "Well, we do need oiling up. Listen to this," Foxy laughed as he bent his arm up and down and made a large creaking noise like a crane about to fall down.
"Good point," Freddy thought, "but Mike said he'd do something about it."