High among the dusty ropes and spotlights above what had once been the old theater's stage, the yellow rabbit nervously turned the little skull over and over in it's grubby paws.
The rabbit was not pleased.
The dream had been broken.
The dream had been buried out in the world somewhere, dumped from a garbage bag into wet, gritty soil.
This would not do.
Simon, the rabbit's hitchhiker, agreed.
The rabbit's paws stilled, the skull upside down, as the rabbit debated how best to get the dream back.
The dream was important to the yellow rabbit, the one good day, the day when the dream had gone horribly wrong.
Simon made a suggestion about how this could be remedied.
The yellow rabbit agreed.
The yellow rabbit climbed down through the old theater's ductwork, as was his wont, and located the bumbling animatronic which had been relieved of it's burden.
The yellow rabbit brought the golden brown bear to a halt, ripped open its belly, and slipped the child's skull inside where it belonged.
Simon said that the returned skull would be enough to bring the dream back, so the yellow rabbit, with hands too agile for an animatronic, stitched the golden brown bear's belly back up before releasing it back to it's wandering when the grandfather clock hidden deep within the theater, struck five and all but one of the remaining ghosts faded away.