Gregory, Chica, and Monty stood in Chica's room. Gregory said, "We have one chance. Moon is super smart, and he probably won't fall for the same thing twice."

Chica asked, "Gregory, are you sure this is right? I know we should help them, but tricking people is wrong."

Gregory shrugged. "Well, I don't know how else to help them. Moon's coming to us. That's super important. I don't want to have to hurt him. You know? Like Monty! We managed to get Monty to go to Parts and Service on his own. But do you think I could talk Roxy into doing it by myself?"

Monty patted Chica's shoulder. "The boy's tryin' to help, Chickadee."

Chica sighed and bowed her head. "I know." She set her hand on the back of her neck. "It is just… tricking people is wrong. It's bad to trick people."

"Would he listen to any of us if we asked him to come with us?" Gregory asked. When she didn't answer, he looked at the ticket on her desk. "Just… it's for his own good. It'll help everyone." It'll make sure he stops hunting me.

The chicken animatronic sighed and nodded. "Okay. Oh, I hope he's okay."

Monty chipped in, "Ah, I'm sure it is, Chica! Don't you worry a feather on your head! Alright, little guy. I'll go down an' tell you when I'm in position." With that, the alligator animatronic turned and walked out of the room.

Chica said, "Maybe I could talk to Sun."

"Maybe," Gregory agreed. "What if Sun says no? Sun and Moon are the s–in the same body. Then he'll figure out we're trying to trap him. Chica, if this doesn't work, we'll ask him next time. And… and we won't hurt him."

"Chica's smarter than people give her credit for, Gregory. The virus might have made her go haywire, but that doesn't mean anything now. If you promise her something like this, you're keeping it."

I know, Bonnie! I… I know. Moon will probably attack me first, though.

"You know as well as I do how well she'll take that excuse. And she'd be right. "

What's with you defending him all the sudden?

"What's with you being a jerk all the sudden?"

Chica nodded. "Okay. I believe you, Gregory."

Beep! [I'm in front of Parts and Services!]

He smiled and grabbed the ticket.

The time was three-fifty-five am.

The remaining lights in the Pizzaplex went out. Chica flinched and ran into her backroom. Gregory ran out of her room.

Moon stared at him from in front of one of the exhibits, low to the ground and glowing red eyes on him. He cackled, "Knock, knock…!"

Gregory called behind himself, "Nobody's home!" He stopped at Roxy's room and ran inside and through her elevator. The idea that Moon could just run into the hallway in front of Parts and Service caused his heart to lurch. He took a deep breath. Nope. No bad thoughts. They were going to do this, and they were going to do this right.

The elevator dinged and opened.

The time was three-fifty-six am.

Gregory raced down Roxy's hallway, his flashlight's light bouncing off the sharp white and violet bricks. He stopped in time to keep from hitting the security door with Roxanne's symbol on it and waited the few seconds it took to open before ducking under it and running down the stairs.

Gregory stopped.

Moon stood between him and the double red doors. He cooed, "Good night…"

Gregory took a step back, flashlight trained on Moon's chest and Bonnie held tight to his chest. "N-no!" He winced at the crack in his voice. "Let me pass."

"You have been awake far too long…"

The double red doors opened behind it.

Moon hopped to the side, away from Monty and the protective cylinder. Gregory followed Moon's movement with his flashlight. Monty growled and backed up as well. His hands were by his sides, his clawed fingers curled like talons. He could shred Moon. That's not what they wanted, though!

The time was three-fifty-seven am.

Gregory glanced at Monty and then Moon. "Why don't you just leave us alone? You know what's going to happen. You're going to just stand there, and I'm going to run with Monty to a recharge station and then get out of here by six am. There's nothing you can do about it!"

Moon jolted. Then, he made a quiet hiss like steam escaping an engine. He threw himself forward, landing on his hands a mere foot away from Gregory, his body curled back and legs bent backwards so that his curled shoes nearly touched his head. Gregory yelped and scrambled back, running straight into the computer terminal as he did so–still in Moon's reach. The jester animatronic let go of the floor and curled himself back again so he could snatch Gregory off the floor in both hands and spring off.

That was, until Monty barreled into them.

The alligator leaped across the room and threw himself into them shoulder first, arms out and hands curled into fists. Moon yanked Gregory back and clutched him tight to his chest as the two were thrown a few feet across the floor and skidded another yard or so. Gregory squirmed and struggled, but Moon had wrapped himself completely around him, barring both any chance of escape and any chance of alligator related abduction or injury.

Not the plan, not the plan!

Monty grabbed Moon by the neck and shoved him into the ground. "Let go of the kid."

Moon, his face inches from the alligator's toothy snout, hissed back, "Release me. Now."

Gregory squeaked out, "Let go of me and he might!"

Monty snarled, "I don't negotiate! Let the kid go!" Feet planted on either side of the taller, but gangly animatronic currently curled up around the child, he kept one hand on the jester animatronic's neck and the other raised. "Or else."

"Or else what…?" Moon coiled more tightly around Gregory. "I don't need a faceplate to do my job, Montgomery Gator. You can't break me, unless you want to hurt the child… again."

Monty's tail lashed. Finally, he roared and slammed his hand down. His claws screeched across the concrete by Moon's head. Had he been Sun, he would have sustained quite a bit of damage. Gregory flinched.

Moon cooed, "Frustrated are we~?"

The time was three-fifty-eight am.

Monty's glare subsided a little and his tail waved. "Ha! It's almost the end of the hour. We're gonna turn on these lights. You think Sun's gonna hand that kid over?" Monty set his hand palm-down on the ground where his claws gouged the ground. "Or am I gonna ask him, too?"

Moon snarled and kicked Monty in the chest with both feet. The alligator's stance wavered, and he lashed his tail and waved one arm to keep his balance. Moon released Gregory with one hand to grab at the animatronic alligator's lower law and twist left, toward the arm that currently held him by the neck. Moon kicked again and then his left leg with both of its own feet for good measure. Despite technically needing to get away, Gregory couldn't help but cringe into Moon's chest in the hopes he wouldn't get hurt by the alligator's flailing claws or Moon's own assault on his captor.

The alligator fell hard on his side.

Moon, his neck still in Monty's grasp, was yanked down with him. He tried to release Monty and pull back, but Monty grabbed him by his arm and pulled the Daycare Attendant up above himself.

Gregory tried his last trick in the book and went completely limp. The sudden change caused Moon's grip to slip just a little, for just a moment. Gregory took that moment to back out and stumble away. He scrambled to his feet, huffing. Monty kept his legs down. Good. The claws on his feet were just as sharp as the ones on his fingers, for some odd reason. Why? Why did they do that?

Whatever. Gregory set Bonnie down, took another breath, and jumped onto Moon's back. "Sorry about this," he puffed. "Didn't think Monty was going to take your fricking head off."

The time was three-fifty-nine am.

"He started it!" Monty barked.

Gregory grabbed the edge of his faceplate. "But it's time for you to take your nap."

Moon jolted and his attack on Monty immediately switched to an attempted escape. But Gregory found the emergency reset button near where his neck met his faceplate.

Moon went limp and his eye lights shut off.

The time was four am.

Gregory climbed off of him, picked up Bonnie, and backed up.

Monty grabbed Moon by the shoulders, hesitated, growled to himself, "You promised Chica," and then gently set him down. Gregory shuddered looking at his face, his eyes staring blankly off at the stairs. The animatronic alligator straightened his jaw, got to his feet, and scooped up the Daycare Attendant. It was almost… funny how human-like he looked, asleep, or "asleep", in Monty's arms. Though Moon's proportions were still not human, he was not as bulky as the animatronics and, in Monty's arms, didn't look insanely big or threatening.

Monty said, "Alright, kid. Open the door."

Gregory ran to the computer terminal, set Bonnie down, and looked back.

Monty stopped in front of the cylinder. Moon's eye lights flickered on. Monty jolted. "That was fast."

Moon hissed at him and raised his hands to attack, tipped his head back to look at the cylinder, and immediately stopped all noise and movement. Then, he scrambled up and tried to leap away. Monty grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back. "Nuh-uh! Yer already here! Yer goin' in!"

"A request by a superior human staff was not filed for me to be put into Parts and Service!" Moon countered, pushing off Monty as hard as he could. But Monty held on as tightly as he dared–Gregory watched closely just in case he nicked Moon, which he didn't–and waited for the cylinder to open completely.

"Well, yer broken and ya need repairin'. Don't know why no one's been doin' it before, but no one helped us, neither. We got help. Now it's yer turn." He had to kneel to get inside.

Moon's shoes slid off the alligator's plate-painted chest, belly, and arms. The jester animatronic tugged at his clawed fingers and pushed at his snout and head. He tried twisting his body in weird ways, but Monty's grip wasn't dependent on the Daycare Attendant's joints. "A report was not filed, release me! Now!"

Monty looked back at Gregory as the door had not closed. "Uh… this might be a problem…"

Gregory grimaced. "Uh… Moon? We're only trying to help. I fixed Monty, Chica, Roxy, and Freddy before. I fixed Monty and Chica this time."

Moon, his back flat against Monty's, stared back at him. "I do not require assistance. You are too young to be handling machinery this advanced. Release me, now."

Gregory looked at the computer terminal.

Monty laughed. "Got an idea!"

"No! No, let me go!"

Gregory looked inside the cylinder again. Monty released Moon with one hand, pinning him against his head and shoulder with his right hand, and used the other to grab a cord tied against the wall. Monty looped it through the hoop in Moon's back and, with some crazy dexterous finger movement, managed to knot it and pull it tight. "Alright," the animatronic alligator said to the still struggling jester animatronic. "You want me to let you go? There you go." Monty released it.

Moon climbed onto Monty's head and shoulders and shot off across the cylinder. Gregory flattened himself to the ground. Moon hit the end of the cord and stopped just short, causing some of the machinery inside to rattle. He plopped down on the floor, sat up, and looked back. He gave another short tug on the cord. Moon let out a short, high-pitched noise Gregory barely registered and scrambled to untie it.

Monty walked past him and ducked out. With only one animatronic inside, the door started to shut. Moon whipped around. His eyes–the one on the white side of his face blue, now–turned to the door and he made another lunge for an escape but stopped short. Gregory shuffled back, glancing up at Monty and then Moon, who still struggled to untie the knot. But when the door shut and his shaky fingers, less adept than Monty's, couldn't loosen the knot, he darted to the back of the cylinder. Strangely, quiet music started to chime, muffled somewhat by the cylinder. Moon's voice was nearly indecipherable beneath it as he sang with perfect clarity but a low volume, "Twinkle, twinkle little star…" Weird?

He knows where he is, right? Why is he singing a bedtime song?

"Why do you think , Gregory?"

A heavy feeling squirmed inside of him. "Monty?" he asked, looking up at the animatronic alligator. "This… is the right thing, right? We're doing this to help them."

"Course we are, Little guy," Monty soothed. "You're not doin' anythin' wrong. That creepy jester was the one who attacked you, an'way."

"Yeah, he was going to keep hunting me down," Gregory agreed. He looked back into the cylinder one last–

He jolted and ran up to the window. "Monty? Is he in there?"

Monty looked inside. "Yeah. I put it in there. Why?"

"Do you see him?"

"…clown's gotta be in there somewhere."

Gregory searched, but no light came from within the dark cylinder. The music was there, including the singing, but no light. He pressed his flashlight against the window and shone it inside. He caught a glint of something white and blue. Barely visible behind the red and white chair, huddled behind the machinery, was Moon. "I didn't know he could turn his eye lights off."

"Only one way in or out of this thing. Go on, start it up. I don't know what it does, exactly. But it's gotta do something."

"Even if he's not on the bed thing?" Gregory walked around to the computer terminal and turned it on.

"Maybe."

The bot declared, "Welcome to Parts and Service. Please select your desired procedure." A list of upgrades showed, but the boy pressed the down arrow and it flipped to the next screen. Computer bot announced, "Preparing for repair procedure." There was a long pause accented by rattling machines and jingling bells. The music stopped abruptly. "You may now enter the protective cylinder."

Gregory walked up to the door, which slowly yielded to him. Inside, Moon's feet fell over the end of the chair. A cord connected to the back of his head.

The bot said, "In case of emergency, the protective cylinder will protect important service personnel outside of the protective cylinder. Deactivating animatronic safety protocols now." He had safety protocols in the first place? "It is recommended that no mistakes are made during the procedure."

Gregory pulled up a stool and got up on his knees so he could look down on it. Nothing was broken, so this should be easy. No repair, no mistakes.

"It seems that the Daycare Attendant is under the weather. It seems Moon's basic security protocols have been tampered with. A report to the main office has been filed. For liability reasons, Moon will now be disconnected from the main network until further notice." The computer bot beeped. "An error has occurred. The Daycare Attendant cannot be disconnected from the main network without authorization by the head of security or head engineer. Please provide authorization before continuing."

"No!" Gregory yelled. "No, no, no!" Gregory growled and hit his knee. "This is so stupid. Why do I need permission to take Moon off the main network?"

Monty offered, "Could be their permissions are different than ours. Their programming is way different than ours."

Gregory looked back. "Who's head of security and engineering? Can we call them?"

"Officer Vanessa is Head of Security. John Remington is Head of Engineering, an' he's off shift," Monty reported. "I don't think you're gettin' that authorization, Little guy."

The kid groaned and looked down at Moon. "Well… there has to be something. Um… well, I have a high security clearance." Gregory hopped down and ran to the door. The cylinder door opened to allow him passage. He scanned his badge.

It beeped at him. "Please provide authorization from the Head of Security or Head of Engineering before continuing."

He growled and sighed. "There's gotta be something… let's just run some scans or something? Maybe because they're different from you, she did something different to them." Gregory tapped down from the "Upgrade" screen and selected "Hardware Scan".

"Scanning the Daycare Attendant, please standby," the computer bot said. Another few moments and then a beep. "Scan complete. The Daycare Attendant appears to be in perfect working order. No repairs are necessary."

Gregory selected "Physical Scan".

"Scanning the Daycare Attendant, please standby." … "Scan complete." The computer bot repeated itself.

Gregory, struggling to keep from getting frustrated, chose "Routine Check-Up".

The bot repeated itself.

When Gregory chose the last option, "Custom Repair", the bot asked, "What would you like to repair?"

Gregory hesitated. Shoot, I should've thought of this.

"Try 'security protocols.'"

Gregory said, "Security protocols."

"Which of the Daycare Attendant's security protocols do you want repair? Daycare Attendant–Sun or Daycare Attendant–Moon?"

As messed up as Sun was, he wasn't trying to kill Gregory. So, he said, "Daycare Attendant–Moon."

The computer bot beeped. "Scan complete. The Daycare Attendant appears to be in perfect working order. No repairs are necessary."

"Bullcrap." Gregory looked at Monty. "What else can I ask it?"

Monty shrugged. "I… I don't know, Little guy. You fixed us by takin' us off the main network an' puttin' us in Safe Mode. If ya can't do that to the Daycare Attendant, I dunno. Maybe just keep it in there? The cylinder can keep any bots its hooked up to inactive. Even if it activates again, there ain't any way it's gettin' out of there."

Chica, who'd somehow crept up behind them, said, "Just keep it inactive or trapped? That would horrible!"

Gregory jumped and spun around. "Wha–when'd you get here?"

Chica gasped and put a hand to her beak. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! Well, you hadn't come back, so I assumed you were done with your plan, and I got worried and came down to check on you. You were partway through with your security protocols thingy. You're such a smart kid! I'm sorry it didn't work out. But I don't think trapping him is the best thing to do. Besides, there's still Roxy."

Gregory frowned. "Right, Roxy. So, we need the cylinder to be open."

Monty pointed out, "By that point, the lights should be on again."

"Yes, they should," Chica conceded. "But it's already so late, it probably needs to get back to the Daycare."

Gregory nodded. "That's true. Plus, there's a recharge station right outside I could run to." He sighed. "Okay. Turning the computer off now." He turned to the computer and pressed "Finish Procedure". Monty stood clear of the door.

After a short pause, the door opened. Moon slunk out into the open. He stopped outside of the cylinder's reach and looked down at Gregory with bicolored eye lights–one blue, one red–and played with the bells on his wrist. He asked, "You did not deactivate me?"

Gregory blinked. "What? Deactivate you? No. Why would I do that?"

"I harmed and scared you," Moon stated simply. "And there is no one to stop you."

Gregory snorted and gestured to Chica. "I promised Chica I wouldn't hurt you."

Chica clucked, "And you're a good kid! You would never deactivate one of us!" Gregory flashed a smile at her before turning back to Moon.

Moon looked up at her. "Chica. You've been so kind. Thank you."

Monty shrugged. "All that strugglin' for nothin'."

Moon spun around. In a heartbeat, Monty was on his back. Moon hopped back a few feet.

Gregory bristled. Chica gasped. "Moon! Why did you do that?"

Monty kicked and struggled to pull himself back up. "Stupid clown!" he spat.

Moon growled, "You threatened Sun."

Chica marched between them and put her hands on her hips. Moon bristled. She turned to Monty, who'd gotten to his feet. "Monty Gator! You know better! Sun is easily frightened. You were supposed to help Moon. It's so terribly mean to threaten someone, much less their other part! What were you thinking?"

Moon relaxed and cocked his head.

Monty recoiled. "Wh-what? I was only doin' what I had to! It had that kid in a death grip!"

Chica puffed, "And you could not have gotten the repair cylinder to temporarily deactivate Moon, freeing Gregory and getting Moon where it needed to go without the threats?"

Monty raised a hand and opened his mouth and then shut it again.

Gregory looked between them. That… was a really good idea, actually. Why hadn't they thought of that?

Chica turned around and relaxed. "I'm sorry, Moon. Monty really isn't that bad. He's just defending Gregory. He was trying to help you but was doing it the wrong way."

Moon stated, "He threatened Sun."

Chica looked back. "And that was wrong of him. Wasn't it?"

Monty growled, crossed his arms, and looked away. "…yes."

"When we do something wrong to someone, what do we say?"

Monty sent Chica a scathing glare. After a long moment, Monty turned to Moon. "I'm sorry fer scarin' Sun."

Moon made a quiet beeping noise to himself and said, "He accepts your apology."

Chica cooed and clapped her hands. "Oh, that's wonderful! I'm sure we'll all be friends in no time!" Then, she turned her attention to Moon specifically. "Now, Moon. I understand what Monty did was wrong. But it's wrong to hit people."

Moon sank into himself and played with the bells on its wrist and looked away. He growled, "Montgomery is dangerous and mean. He deserved it."

Monty lashed his tail and growled back. "I ain't the one tryin' to kill the kid, ya moody dipstick!"

Chica squawked and turned on Monty. "Name-calling is unacceptable, Monty!"

Moon hissed, "You very well could have injured him had I not protected him!"

Monty barked out a laugh. "Ain't that rich! You protected him? You were tryin' to kill him!"

Gregory looked down at Bonnie and petted his ear.

Chica held her hands out. "Monty, please, Moon wasn't feeling well. We can't blame him for that."

"Yeah, an' it just tossed me over! It wasn't 'feelin' bad' when it did that just now!"

Moon cackled. "You go down too easily."

"I don't!"

Chica turned her head around like an owl to shoot him a hard look. "That's not funny, buster!"

Moon cocked his head and leaned to the side so he could look around Chica. "He does."

"I don't!" Monty lashed his tail again and lifted his claws. "You come over here and tell that to my face!"

Gregory hugged Bonnie and continued petting his ear, trying to block out the noise. Chica would calm them down and then pat him and tell him everything was okay.

Moon hopped from foot to foot, jangling the bells on his feet and wrists. "For a big, scary alligator, you can't fight off a fool."

Chica shook her head. "Don't fight! Please. This isn't why we're here."

Monty shuffled his feet and snorted. "Yeah, fine, Chickadee. 'Sides, I wasn't expectin' it. Wasn't a fair fight." He sniffed and looked at his claws. "You wouldn't hold up."

Chica bowed her head and relaxed.

Moon cooed, "It's okay you can't think on your feet, Montgomary."

Monty roared and flung himself across the room. Moon jumped back, landing in a handstand with its head now right-side-up and shadowed by its feet. Monty pulled his paw back. Gregory squeaked and buried his face in Bonnie's head.

Chica screamed, " Stop!"

Gregory yelped and clapped his hands over his ears as the sound stabbed into his ears. Bonnie hit the ground. His glasses glitched. Monty jolted and clapped his hands over his head. Moon crumpled and clawed at his face, whining.

Chica stormed up to the two, yanked Moon off the ground by his neck, and grabbed Monty by the mohawk. She waited a few seconds and asked, "Can you hear me now?"

"Yes." Monty grunted, tail and arms lax, and Moon just mumbled, lying like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"You two are fighting childishly. Worse than all your petty squabbling is that you are scaring Gregory! You can bicker all you want on your own, but not in front of him! Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, Chica."

"Yes, Chica."

"Now I know you aren't going to apologize sincerely to each other. But you should both know better. Especially you, Moon!" She clicked her beak at the Daycare Attendant. "I expected much better of you! Now I'm going to let you go and you better walk up to that boy and apologize for scaring him right now. Do you understand me?"

The two confirmed they heard her.

She released Monty and nudged Moon to his feet before letting go of him. Moon slunk up to Gregory, who had picked up Bonnie and hugged him again. "Thank you for trying to help me. It was wrong to fight in front of you."

"Your turn, Gregory."

What do you mean "my turn"? I didn't do anything!

"You said no one liked him!"

…oh. Right.

Gregory looked down at Bonnie again. "It's okay," he mumbled. "Sorry about yelling at you earlier. That was mean." Happy now?

"Yes. You can hate him all you want. Just don't be a jerk."

"You were scared." Moon cocked its head, his night cap swinging in the action. "Does that mean I'm forgiven~?"

Gregory narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't say that."

Moon's head tipped further and shifted so he was on the other foot. "Awwww… what can I do to make it better?"

Gregory rolled his eyes. "Maybe don't kill me."

"I would never~!"

He sputtered, "You chased me through the Daycare! Th-through the Pizzaplex when it got dark!"

Moon tapped its chin, which by now was where his forehead was supposed to be. "If I recall correctly, you're the one time traveling."

"…point taken," he admitted begrudgingly. "Still tried to kill me."

Moon righted its head. "I would never! You were going in Time-Out."

Gregory grinned and rocked back on his heels. "Am I still going in Time-Out?"

Moon rocked from foot to foot and hummed to himself. "…perhaps I will let you off this time."

"Okay, good. …and fine, because Bonnie and Sun said so. I'll forgive you a little bit." Gregory narrowed his eyes. "But not completely."

Moon made a quiet trilling noise Gregory just barely picked up. Was he quiet or just high pitched? "I'm glad to know I have your sort of approval." Moon gave him a mock bow.

Gregory snorted and rubbed Bonnie's head with his thumb. "You're lucky Bonnie likes you for some reason."

"Well then, thank you, Bonnie," Moon looked down at Bonnie. "He is in very good shape. You must take good care of him."

He smiled. "Thanks! Yeah, well, he's my best friend. I can't just let him get dirty or torn up or something. It's kind of hard since I take him everywhere, but I'm really careful. He doesn't like being alone or sitting in one place since he can't move on his own."

"Where did you get him?" Moon prompted.

"Mom got him for me," Gregory's voice dropped a little.

"That's a happy memory. C'mon."

I know it is. I know.

"I have a Bonnie toy, too! We have the whole set, and some older ones," Moon went on. He played with the bells on his wrists. "You could play with them if you want."

Before Gregory could really think of a response–or a reaction–a big purple paw landed on Moon's head and Monty entered Gregory's vision.

Gregory looked up. "Hey, Monty!"

Moon, as Monty ruffled his hat and shoved his head down, backed away and readjusted it.

Monty laughed. "Hey, Little guy! Finally gettin' along! Too bad the cylinder thing didn't work. But looks like yer charm did the trick."

Gregory grinned and snickered. "Well, Chica helped."

"And?"

"…Bonnie? Yeah, he gave me the idea to try." Gregory nodded and then laughed when Monty scoffed and crossed his arms. "You gotta admit you almost shredded us both."

"I did not!" he squawked. Monty hesitated. "Okay, maybe. But I didn't actually, did I? I'd never hurt ya! Speakin' o' which. How about Roxy?"

Gregory nodded, his smile falling. "Right, right. We'll need to figure out how to get Roxy here. I have an idea, but I kind of want a better one."

Behind Monty, Chica, arms crossed and eyes boring holes in the back of Monty's head, made a noise like she was clearing her throat.

Monty flinched. "Right. Uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, kid. 'Bout gettin' in that spat. Wasn't quite right o' me."

Gregory shrugged. "Eh, it's… I–yeah. Uh, we should just go find Roxy before she finds us first."

"Tell Moon."

Tell him what?

"It's four. You're about to make if five-thirty."

…oh. Right.

Gregory looked at Moon, who had been forced to take a few steps back by Monty and now was within Chica's grasp and being cooed over by her. Chica was nice. And Vanny tried to crush her. He shook himself and said, "Hey, uh… so, it's four."

Moon's attention snapped to Gregory.

"So, hear me out. I'm not going back in time. I'm just going to Roxy Raceway and going forward. So, that's not bad, right?"

" No. That is not good," Moon's voice took a sudden stern tone.

Monty turned on Moon. Gregory went on, "Okay, yeah, I know. Time travel bad. But I can't exactly go forward naturally. I would need to… okay, it's four so that means… I'd need to get the Fazerblaster or the Faz-Cam." He showed off the weapons. "So, can't do that. Then I'd need to repair someone. Already did that." He nodded to Monty. "It's not like I could do that again. If time isn't going to move forward naturally, I'm going to have to force it to move forward. A-and I'm not going backwards any more tonight."

Moon growled to himself. "No, no… time travel is unacceptable…" He shuffled his feet and tapped his finger on its other wrist, disturbing one of the bells. "Can't allow it…. Can't help."

Chica chipped in, "You don't need to help if you really can't. That's perfectly okay. We understand."

Moon tipped his head to look at her and then away again. After another long moment of tapping and growling to himself, he finally said, "No, I cannot allow you."

"And if you weren't there?" Gregory asked.

Moon tapped his wrist harder. "No. It's still bad."

Gregory groaned. "Then what do you suggest?"

"…I must report back to the Daycare." Moon crossed the room in a few bounds and fled through one of the double red doors into the utility tunnels.

Then, Monty asked, "How'd you say you convinced Roxy to get here the first time?"

Gregory looked up at him. "Huh? Oh. Uh… I ran a go-kart onto the track and ended up accidentally running her over."

" What?!"

Gregory held up his hands. "It was an accident! She drove in front of me!"