Your little feet tapped across the carpet. Shows clicking from the carpet to marble. As you hold some papers in your hands. You make it to Steve's office. Before you howl out "Open up!" As you knock repeatedly.

With a tired expression, The door opens with an older man. Looking down. He was frustrated. Greatly. But, He softened up when he saw his child's eager and excited look.

Steve leaned down, Arm lowering before picking you up into one arm. As he walks back into his office with you. Closing the door behind himself. "What is it my dear little bun?" He asked gently. Making sure not to frighten you.

You unravel the drawings from your hands. Before opening them wide. And holding it up to show your dad. Some new animatronics you drew. For a whole another pizzeria. You blab on. With each character, the building, the name, etc.

Your father listens, As he takes close notes. Lazily writing along as he nods his head every so often. "You want a new pizzeria? Really, Cubby?" He hums as he rolls his eyes.