Spring Bonnie was on the stage, playing his banjo, while humming an old tune. Occasionally he’ll tap the banjo. He continued to sit on the edge of the stage and play his music, he didn’t think anyone would be watching him.

“Hm.. I won’der If Security Puppet’s doin’ alright.. I’ll check on him later.” He spoke to himself in his southern accent. He stopped his music and his Bunny ears wiggled in boredom.