In the depths of the junkyard, the argument between Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy was heating up. Their bickering echoed through the scrap heaps, filling the air with tension.

f. Freddy: "YOU'RE JUST A STUCK-UP FOX! THINKING YOU'RE SO GREAT WITH THAT DUMB TAIL!"

f. Foxy: "HA! AT LEAST I HAVE A TAIL! WHAT DO YOU HAVE? A SILLY BEAR HAT?"

Scrap Baby watched them with mild amusement, sipping her drink, while Bon Bon looked up at her with concern.

bon bon: "Scrap Baby, do you think we can find new suits for Ballora, Funtime Freddy, and Funtime Foxy? They really need them."

scrap baby: "I was thinking the same. We can’t stay stuck here forever, but for now, this junkyard is our home."

Bon Bon sighed, nodding. Meanwhile, the argument between Funtime Freddy and Funtime Foxy escalated.

f. Foxy: "YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE I’M THE STAR, AND YOU’RE JUST A WORN-OUT TOY!"

f. Freddy: "OH YEAH? WELL, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A GLORIFIED LIGHT SHOW!"

Finally, Ballora, inside Molten Freddy, had enough.

ballora: "WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP ALREADY?!"

Her voice boomed, causing both animatronics to fall silent, exchanging sheepish glances before quickly looking away.

Scrap Baby chuckled at the sudden peace. She glanced at Bon Bon, who also seemed relieved.

scrap baby: "We’ll find a way to make this place work, Bon Bon. Maybe there’s an old suit we can fix up for Ballora and the others. We just need to keep searching."

bon bon: "I hope so. They deserve better than this."

Scrap Baby nodded in agreement. As she looked out over the junkyard, she knew they had to make the best of it. They were a mismatched group, but together, they could find a way to turn this scrapyard into something they could call home.