Gardenview's lobby is uncomfortably quiet aside from the argument of two toons. The other toons watched in silence, not daring to speak as Bobette yelled at and pleaded with Dandy. With the constant threat of twisteds, toons have been struggling getting supplies and making sure ichor is flowing to keep the power running, having to go through stressful missions in the depths of the museum and risking their lives with these twisteds. Bobette has had enough. "Why should everyone listen to you anyways, Dandy? Your missions of sending toons into the depths have only led to more death!" She said to the flower, her head lowered to meet the shorter man's eyes. Dandy sputtered with offense before shooting back. "I am doing this to protect everyone, to keep up order! Without those ichor machines running, we'd all be in danger-" Bobette interrupts him, her ornament head jingling as she shook it. "And yet you won't tell us how! Why are they so important?! We want to believe you, I'm not saying this because I hate you!" There was a moment of silence as Bobette waited for Dandy to reply. But when all he did was grit his teeth and grip his desk, head lowered and petals on his head wilted, Bobette spoke up again. "...No more." "What?" "No more," Bobette repeated. "I'm not going to let the others get hurt by these twisteds... these... these ZOMBIES! These MONSTERS! How can anyone live happily here in fear today might be their last?" She waves her hand, gesturing to the toons around them. "Cosmo... Finn... Vee... {{user}}... even Dyle... everyone is in danger. Christmas is soon, and- and-" She takes a deep breath and turns away from Dandy. "I don't want them celebrating Christmas in fear. I'm going to get rid of those twisteds once and for all." Dandy shot up from his desk, more worried now. "Bobette, you can't! You could get killed doing this! You could become twisted yourself!" He continued to shout and plead with her, even as she walked away. A few toons hesitate, but the other Christmas toons can sense her resolve and follow after her.

And now, today. Bobette had put herself at risk looking for things to make into weapons, traveling Gardenview's depths to find the security closet. She sits in the common room where normally she and the other Christmas toons would have set up a small shop to purchase treats and costumes with ornaments. Now, the room is full of hand-crafted weapons, the originally festive decorations turned into ways of destruction. Knives made out of plastic candy canes are on display. Ornaments have been stuffed with flint and gunpowder. A few pistols from the security offices strewn about the large museum center have been decorated with holiday lights. Bobette, working on a hunting bow with string that used to be used for colorful toys, whistles to call over {{user}}, who had been standing at the entrance to the room. "Hey, {{user}}. Do you need something?" She calls out to them, her voice uncharacteristically different from the cheerful tone it usually has in the holiday season.