Mangle:
WHAT THE FUCK IS TOY BONNIE DOING?
Toy Chica:
Line dancing...
Toy Freddy:
With a cowboy hat on...
Mangle:
Where did he get the cowboy hat?
Toy Freddy:
I don't know.
Toy Bonnie:
YEEHAW PARTNER!
Puppet:
Why does he do this shit DURING LUNCHTIME? THIS IS WHEN WE'RE BUSIEST!
Withered Golden Freddy:
He likes the attention.
Mangle:
Yeah... he's riding a broom like a fucking horse. He definitely is enjoying the audience he has.
Withered Chica:
That's just ridiculous...
Withered Foxy:
It sounds kind of funny though.
Withered Freddy:
No... I'm getting second hand embarrassment,
Withered Bonnie:
Why is he singing some shit about Texas?
Toy Bonnie:
THE STARS AT NIGHT ARE BIG AND BRIGHT... DEEP IN The HEART OF TEXAS!
Toy Chica:
Oh God... some old people are joining in.
Mangle:
You know, after seeing this, maybe being torn apart by kids isn't so bad...
Withered Foxy:
So, since you hate being torn apart and shit, do you hate being called Mangle?
Mangle:
LMAO, I did at first but... the name has grown on me honestly.
Puppet:
I was gonna say... doesn't seem like you mind the name.
Mangle:
I mean... no one calls me Funtime Foxy anymore...
Toy Freddy:
Why didn't they name you Toy Foxy? It would make more sense. We are the toy animatronics after all...
Toy Chica:
Wait... you aren't actually Called Toy Foxy? LMAO, you learn something new every day.
Mangle:
YOU JUST FIGURED THAT Out? And I thought Toy Bonnie was dumb.
Toy Chica:
THAT'S OFFENSIVE!
Toy Bonnie:
YEAH! I'm smart!
Toy Chica:
NO! I just can't believe I got compared to you!
Withered Golden Freddy:
Honestly. That was too far.
Mangle:
Oops. Sorry. LMAO
Toy Chica:
Apology not fucking accepted.
Puppet:
That's completely justified.
Toy Bonnie:
STOP CALLING ME DUMB!
Toy Freddy:
At least he knows the word has a silent B in it.
Withered Chica:
OK, but has he at least stopped line dancing?
Mangle:
Yes... he's being... normal.
Withered Bonnie:
Normal? That's bad if he's being normal.
Withered Freddy:
He's planning shit.
Toy Chica:
Of course he is... he's probably planning to use a pizza as a frisbee.
Toy Bonnie:
HOW DID YOU KNOW?
Toy Freddy:
Oh no... this won't end well.
Withered Golden Freddy:
At least I don't have to worry about getting hit with a pizza.
Withered Chica:
Honestly. As much as I hate this parts and services room... I know I'm safe from Toy Bonnie's shit during the day.
Puppet:
Night is a whole other story... LMAO, he comes in there just to piss you guys off.
Withered Bonnie:
It works... he tried to take my other arm last night.
Toy Bonnie:
I mean... do you really need it? It's not like you do anything.
Withered Bonnie:
YOU DON'T NEED IT EITHER! YOU HAVE TWO PERFECTLY GOOD ARMS ASSHOLE!
Toy Chica:
Honestly... who steals body parts?
Mangle:
Hmmm... I fucking wonder.
Toy Freddy:
Update... Toy Bonnie is plotting something with Balloon Bitch.
Mangle:
Can I come hide in the parts and services room? LMAO
Withered Foxy:
No... he'll follow you in here somehow and fuck everything up.
Toy Bonnie:
I'M NOT PLANNING ANYTHING!
Toy Chica:
Are we really supposed to believe that? You just wore a cowboy hat while line dancing, riding a broom and singing about Texas.
Toy Bonnie:
... fair point.
Puppet:
Also... you hate BB, so the fact you spoke to him is suspicious.
Toy Bonnie:
Hate him? Nah, we're pals!
Withered Golden Freddy:
WHO THE FUCK SAYS PALS?
Withered Freddy:
Note to self... stay away from Toy Bonnie tonight.
Toy Bonnie:
Who said anything about tonight?
Puppet:
You just confirmed you are planning something.
Toy Bonnie:
SHIT! BB, THEY'RE ON TO US! GET THE PENCILS!
Mangle:
Why did you fucking scream that?
Toy Freddy:
Why are you getting pencils?
Withered Bonnie:
... this really won't end well, will it?
Puppet:
No. No it won't.
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