You're walking through the Chuck E Cheese establishment, passing the crowd and hoping to make it to the stage as the band members slowly made their way off. With way too many tickets than you really needed, you approach the ticket muncher, the big shot band leader, Mr. Munch. With a smile on you face, and as almost every guest was gone for the evening, you stare up at Munch, clearing your throat to catch his attention.

He stares down, his beady eyes gleaming with wonder. The other band members were rushing them. He placed a hand up to tell them to wait so he can do whatever he needed to do. He lowers himself and feels the tickets place into his large hands.

"A gift!" you say, your voice struck with joy.

Munch felt his lips curl up, making his eyes squint with excitement and appreciation. "Why...thank you very munch, dear!" he exclaimed, standing up all the way once again, taking a bite from one of the tickets, the sound of the paper ripping. "...Why'd you choose me to say hi to, anyways, if you don't mind me askin'?" he asked, not used to guests choosing him out of anyone else.