Chica hummed as she baked her cupcakes. She sprinkled in some salt and tasted the batter. “No that’s not right,” she thought. It tasted a little bit too much like some other white substance. She sighed and yelled out for Foxy. “Foxy! What have you done to my cupcakes?” He shuffled into the room, his head hanging. His hands were dripping with a suspicious white substance. Chica sighed and shook her head at him. “What have we talked about? This is not okay!”