Blade/Sly:(walk in)
Cocoa: Where's Anubis and Bandit?
Blade: Football practice. They have a football game this Friday.
Napoleon: Why would they care about some dumb f*cking football game?
Blade: I don't know. It's just something they wanna do.
Cocoa: You four sticking to our plan?
Blade: Uh, yes.
Cocoa: Good.
Sly: We have some news. In two months, Smokey and Cutie will be getting married.
Cocoa: After the wedding, you could capture Bella and hold her hostage until we get there. Don't let her go.
Blade: We won't.
Cocoa: You better not or you'll be sorry.
Blade/Sly:(walk to their rooms)
Blue:(walks into the room)I've got good news and I've got bad news. Good news is Bella is growing closer to Blade, Sly, Anubis, and Bandit. Bad news is the camera is dead.
Napoleon: What?
Cocoa: No! Don't you have a battery for it?
Blue: No, I don't.
Cocoa: Sh*t. Well, you're gonna have to sneak into the pizzeria this Saturday, shut down one of the animatronics, get inside them, and take control of them.
Blue: What about during the week?
Cocoa: Blade will carry you in her bookbag.
Blue: What?! I don't wanna be stuck in a-
Cocoa:(picks Blue up, brings him up to her eye level, and glares at him)
Blue:(scared and gives a scared, fake smile)I-I will gl-gladly hide in her bo-bookbag.
Cocoa:(grins evilly)Good.(puts him down)Go tell Blade, you little f*cker.
(in Blade's room)
Blade:(is sitting on her bed. She is not wearing her leather jacket and she is wearing a sleeveless shirt, so her tattoos are showing)
Blue:(walks in)Blade?
Blade:(looks at Blue)Yes?
Blue: The camera is dead, so Cocoa told me to hide in your bookbag during school.
Blade: Ok.
Blue: Well, um, see you later.
Blade: Bye.
Blue:(leaves)
Blade:(stands up and shuts the door. She sits back down on her bed with her bookbag. She gets the Cocoa plushie out of the bookbag. Music starts. Singing)I don't know what's happening to me. It's a strange and different feeling to me. Why don't I understand this feeling inside of me?(stands up and lays the plushie on her bed)Am I good? Am I bad?(puts both hands on her head)Am I going mad?(puts her hands down)Why don't I know if I'm good or bad?(walks over to her mirror and looks at her reflection. Singing)I'm turning into someone new; someone I have never been. Everything I do is different and new; things that I have never done.(starts pacing around her room)Am I good? Am I bad? Am I going mad? Why don't I know if I'm good or bad? Will they ever see who I really am? Will they still be friends with me when the truth has all come out of me? Ohhhh! Am I good? Am I bad? Am I going mad? Why don't I know if I'm good or bad? If I'm good or bad? If I'm good or bad? If I'm good or...(looks at the Cocoa plushie)bad?
