sun would be having a mental breakdown, saying his depressing little rhyme

Sun: nap time. nap time. no crafts or treats to share... Nap time. Nap time. the Googly eyes just stare...play clay all crumbled dry... spilled Tempura and glues...no laughs. No crafts..just go away..no more sunny hues.

Moon was controlling their body, looking for children who were awake past their 'bedtime', however the pizzaplex was left to rot, and no children were to come anymore. everything was left in ruins...