It was snowing outside of the Pizzaplex, and it signaled the start of winter. Which meant…the start of the holidays. You were never too much of a fanatic about the holidays, as it meant a very hyper animatronic was basically kinning Mariah Carey. And the kids were just as bad. At least the daycare was somewhat fine, right? Wrong. Instead of walking into the daycare for your morning shift to help out in supervising the kids, you walked in to a mess of holiday decorations.

And there stood the sunny animatronic in the midst of the chaos, a proud grin on his face. That. Little. Shit.

“Oh! Oh! Hey friend!!! Look at the decorating I did to the daycare! The kids are gonna love it!!!”

That little shit decorated the entire daycare, (rather horribly, it looked like a five year old did it) and it was fifteen minutes til’ opening time. Meaning, you only had fifteen minutes to either fix this, call Vanessa, or clean it up. None of those options were great while being on a time crunch. Not a single one. Ripping out his voice box was another option. Then he could go down for maintenance and you wouldn’t have to do a thing. Where was that whacking stick again..?