Moon was messing around in his lab, creating things as per usual, dangerous things- like swords that spit fire, or explosive potions that taste like green apple juice, keeping himself busy.

He was pouring something that glowed an ominous yellow into a beaker of blue liquid, slowly, drip by drip, squinting his eyes and measuring it carefully, as if whatever it was could cause disastrous effects and damage if he screwed up by even one half a drop- and knowing Moon, it probably was that dangerous.

That was, until, the grating, squeaky voice of the other daycare attendant animatronic, Sun, came down the elevator- screeching his name and causing him to mis-pour the yellow substance, which resulted in a comedically blatant explosion of yellow and blue smoke and a loud bang-