Complete Chaos

"GUARD!" A rather grumpy and deep-voiced bear yelled "WE NEED TO TALK!"
The masked security guard in question looked directly at the bear.
"I don't know what there is to talk about, you want to kill me, I want to live, what more is there to discuss?"
"No, it's not that, I can accept you wearing my face, I can accept that you want to make this harder than it has to be, but you've crossed a line when you're drawin' DICKS ON THE WALL!" Freddy's voice picked up.
"Drawing what now?"
"DICKS! DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE INNOCENT IN ALL THIS YOU LITTLE-"
"I'm too busy hiding from you to draw male genitals on the walls" the guard stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I..you...THEN WHO?!"
The guard simply shrugged, taking a sip of their coffee.
"QUICK! WHAT DOES THE COFFEE SAY?!" Freddy shouted.
"Excuse me?"
"I saw it in a movie once! What does it say?"
The guard looked to his coffee and back to the bear.
"Nothing, I'm drinking it black."
"Black..the flavor of the coffee is black...therefore the culprit's name must start with B!"
"What? But..whatever. Please leave."
"I'll be back for you!" The bear pointed menacingly.
"Yeah yeah, big deal. Not getting out of this chair."
"GOOD!" The bear picked up their pace toward the party room.

--Party room--
"BONNIE!" The bear raged.
"Err, yes boss?"
"HAVE YOU BEEN DRAWIN' DICKS ON THE WALL?!"
"...You can't be serious. Why would you think it was me?"
"THE COFFEE SAID SO!"
"Freddy, you don't even drink coffee, and furthermo-ACK!" Bonnie started shambling and making coughing noises, a moth flew out of their non-existent face.
"A moth...moths have wings, the culprit starts with B...AHA!" The bear took off running.
The rabbit simply shrugged, and began making strumming movements with their hands to practice, the moth landing on their shoulder.

--The basement--
"Dongs...joysticks...reproductive organs!" A voice was merrily chanting.
"THERE YOU ARE..." The bear shouted, flipping on the light switch to reveal a bat-robot. "BEAMZ! Have YOU been drawing dicks on the wall?!"
"Uh...no?"
"But all the evidence points to you!"
"N-no it doesn't."
"Beamz, you have been defective since you were made. I am pretty damn sure you've been doing it! Cease and desist the dicks!"
"NEVER!"

---back in the guard room---
The guard wheeled himself over to the coffee pot, having run out of coffee in his mug. There was a minor complication though.
"Huh? Where's the coffee pot?!"

--The basement--
Freddy threw a pot full of coffee at Beamz, shorting out the robot instantly.
"THAT'LL TEACH YA! Who's the only robot that can draw dicks? IT'S ME!" Freddy roared, flexing in various poses.
After about 30 minutes of flexing and gloating, Freddy realized he had nothing better to do, when he heard a voice.
"Freddy Fazfucker, you're under arrest for stealing my coffee! Cease and desist!" The guard barreled down the stairs, ass firmly planted into his seat.
"That pot is company property, I can do what I want with it!"
"Not on MY watch!"

	The guard jumped, seat still attached to his rear, and span in a circle. This knocked Freddy to the floor. The raging bear got up and tackled the guard with chair in tow, pushing them up the stairs and back into the lobby of the pizzeria. The other robots slowly gathered to watch the battle of the many with a chair practically welded to his buttocks and an incredibly eccentric robotic bear. They all cheered for Freddy, of course.

The guard wasn't going to let the bear win though. You don't mess with a man and his coffee.

"Behold, my secret technique!" The guard broke free, charging Freddy down onto the ground.
"SEAT-TO-FEET COMBAT!" The guard wheeled over Freddy's legs and feet, smashing them into pieces.
"OH MY GOD!" The various robots gasped in shock.
The salty bear then took the legs of the wheeled chair, snapping them into pieces.
"Oh, THAT does it!" The guard got out of his chair, throwing it into the crowd.
The robots panicked and began beaten the hell out of each other, while Freddy and the guard continued trying to pummel each other.

Then management walked in.

"WHO'S BEEN THROWIN' OUR CHAIRS?!" The jewfro'd manager and his well-dressed entourage pulled out their deadly dreidels, readied for combat.

The madness continued further.