Foxy was fixing Chica, while Freddy and Bonnie preformed. Kids didn't seem to notice she was gone, or that Nick was there. "Foxy, I need to be out there, the kids will miss me," Chica said, looking at the fox. "Lass, ye need to be back 'ere so I can fix ye," Foxy told her. "Dad?" a white fox said, "will mom be ok?" "Aye, Mangle," Foxy told her, "she already is." "So that means I go back on stage?" Chica asked, starting to get up. "Ye have to stay back here, you'll scare the kids when they haven't seen ye all day," Foxy told her. Chica laid back down, staring at the fox. "It's for your own good, Chica," Nick told her. She rolled her eyes. "What do you think it would be like to go out there?" Echo asked the other pups. Mangle shivered, "It's horrible out there. The kids'll tear ya apart." "That's why we don't go on stage," Golden added. Echo walked over to the curtains looking out of them. "You think they'd notice me?" "Well, let's see. Would little kids notice a black thing moving around red curtains?" Mangle said, anger coming into her voice. Echo rolled her eyes, looking to see if Foxy, Chica or Nick were watching her. They weren't, only the other pups. "Relax, I'll only go out there to see," Echo told them, which got the attention of all of them. But it was too late when Chica yelled 'not to go out'. Echo was outside, during hours.