After receiving several complaints of a crazed illegal alien dressed in full Mariachi costume while wearing a bull mask and playing the maracas and dancing on the shoulder of the Interstate coming in from Sunnydale and other points east, the California Highway Patrol (CHiP) dispatch office sent two motorcycle officers to investigate before Immigration was called.
Officers Baker and Poncherello were experienced patrolmen.
They'd seen a lot.
But they'd never seen anything like Guillermo, whose battery had run down to the point where his secondary programming kicked in.
Instead of dancing, singing, and maraca playing, he stood at dignified attention as the noon traffic roared past, a pre-recorded message coming from deep within his chest stating in a child's voice, "I belong to Mr. Henry of (address and phone number deleted). Please return me to him for routine maintenance and battery recharging." in both Spanish and English. Occasionally the same message was repeated in French, Japanese, Chinese, and Russian.
Trying hard not to laugh once it was determined that the now very dusty Guillermo and his maracas posed no public threat, Officer Poncherello called it in, requesting a van to transport the wayward animatronic back to it's owner.
But not before taking a few Polaroid selfies of himself and his partner with Guillermo for his favorite twin nieces, Juanita and Jacinda, who were six and dearly loved Freddy Fazbear's.
As to Officer Baker, who had no little nieces or even nephews for that matter, he merely chalked Guillermo up to just another day's work in L.A.
At least the thing hadn't caused any pile-ups.