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	The Bonnie hand puppet entered the stage, a miniature bass guitar in single-digit hands. They somehow managed to play a quick few strings, all while dragging the white and pink bear in tow. Funtime Foxy held a camera from the audience chairs, giving a thumbs up while their faceplates shifted. Ballora fidgeted impatiently to Foxy's left, and to the right Baby kept jamming every time Bonnie played the world's smallest bass guitar.

	Fazbear's has always had a case of bad business plans, prospects, dead bodies, haunted costumes, haunted costumes with dead bodies in them, lacking a kitchen, and being ran by shekel-shucks. The sister location had managed to strike a business agreement where they would endorse products through homemade commercials. Aforementioned shekel-shucks were too cheap to get their employees to do it, and thought that leaving the camera alone with the mascots was a good idea. They were performers, so clearly they were cut out for managing a commercial.

A deep, unfitting voice came from the tiny Bonnie as the ever-fabulous Freddy looked around awkwardly.
"Hey. My name's hard rock Bon, and I hope you like punk music because here's a punk music song that I wrote-"
Freddy quietly spoke "but we both-"
"-Shut up Freddy, wrote for Totino's Pizza Rolls TRADEMARK"
A silence was in the air.
"Freddy start the [Flopping!] music already!"
"What music, I thought you were playing?!"
"Are you kidding me I'm not going to do a solo I'm just a [Floppity!] puppet with a hand up my [Ears!]"
"Bonnie there's no hand you're just an attachment I twist on."
"Well I can sure feel something wriggling you [Pleasant Person!]"
"CUT!" Ballora screamed. "That will be all, we can edit in post. Now is my time to shine!"

	Not-Mangle never stopped recording since this session began. Bonnie swore up and down at Freddy in hushed, automatically censored whispers. Ballora sat down with a strange bazooka-like device set on a table. Baby watched intently, while Bonnie kept trying to whack Freddy on the snout with their tiny guitar.

"I am Ballora, and this is my weapon. She weighs fifty kilograms and fires one complementary TOTINO'S PIZZA ROLLS TRADEMARK per second. It cost two dollars to feed our customers for twelve seconds."
She raised the device onto her shoulder and prepared to give a demonstration.
"Trial!"
"Oh, it has safety on."
Baby got up from her seat and started spazzing out, faceplates rapidly jiggling. She let loose in a shrill voice:
"THAT'S NOT HOW LAUNCHERS WORK YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
Trial!
"I think we only got the demo version of pizza roll launcher" Ballora concluded.
"It's not even COMING FROM THE LAUNCHER!" Baby screeched.
Trial!
They looked around briefly.
Trial!
Funtime Foxy smacked the camera a bit. "Could you hold the camera dear? It's my turn" a suave voice echoed from their mouth and chest.
"What about the-"
Trial!
"Don't worry about it."

	Foxy set down a small backpack on the table. Baby couldn't keep the camera still, while Ballora huffed next to her trying to figure out the pizza roll launcher. Bonnie settled for repeatedly attempting to poke Freddy on the nose with the tuner-end of the tiny guitar. The Trial sound never stopped playing but the group chose to ignore it.

"Hello and welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, we have much to offer your family-" The table snapped, with the backpack falling down. "-And there goes my feminine pizza bag! Ahem, we have much to offer your-"
[Honk!], Bonnie succeeded.
"Oh my, well we have much to off-"

	A small explosion. The brief cloud of smoke cleared as the camera recorded a pizza-covered Foxy. Yellow and red smeared across white and pink features. Funtime Foxy simply took a finger, wiped off the top of their snout and briefly looked at it before "eating" it.

"Simply delectable, as to be expected of Totino's Pizza Rolls. Bring your children any time, I assure you they won't be covered like I am. We at Freddy Fazbear's hope to provide a clean dining protocol as pristine as I was."
Foxy glanced to Baby.
"Cut, perfect! Kids love comedy!" Baby called out.
"Sure, sure. Though I wish the sticky white stuff was inside rather than on me. That's just preference." Foxy wriggled their plates, the cheese getting mashed inside their facial crevices.
"Foxy go be gay some other time we have to get this in tonight!"