Cheap-Cheap Camera

	Monday. Mike remained fixated on the cameras, as per usual. He listened through the tablet, the kitchen remained broken as per usual. today in his eternal work week he realized that with all the pots and pans clanging around, what could that bird possibly be doing? He got through his shift with ease, as usual. He got into his car and drove off back to home, formulating a plan.

	Wednesday. He came back to the kitchen before his shift, instruction manual in tow. He tinkered around with the camera a bit. Not like his boss could see him do it with the camera not functioning. At worse, he would lose the sound for a mostly-useless spot. When his shift arrived, he checked the camera. Still not working, though he could hear something strange. Some kind of saxophone music? It sounded a bit groovy. More weird distorted "chicken noises", as Mike had come to know.

	Thursday. He tinkered again with the camera. Several wires looked chewed through. No big surprise for this place. He could hear the squealing and skittering of rodents through the walls in the kitchen. They should have called an exterminator long ago. His shift started. Still crap quality, but now he could hear some sort of rhythm to the distorted chirping. Even the pans actually played into it. Just what was Chica doing in there, band practice?

	Friday. Cheap-Cheap Camera was open. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have to replace it. He knew something was up with the kitchen but he had to see for certain. He knew that he would find these kinds of cameras in the cheapest appliance store he could find. Damn skint boss. He applied the replacement camera in the kitchen, and waited patiently for his shift.

	1:43AM. Chica came into view. The saxophone beat began to play. Wait why are there two Chicas? Why's that one got hot pink panties? Chica held Freddy's mic, while the other one began hitting the pots and pans in tune.

"Every single day, stress comes in every way,
I ain't got no time for nobody.
My style is rich, dope phat in which.
We'll make a pizza today that looks rich!"

	Mike couldn't believe it. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching the performance. Was this some sort of prank? Did something go haywire? Why are there two Chicas? Even Foxy's jaw was dropped. Wait, Foxy?