"It's been an interesting twenty years." The electrician and CEO walked through the restaurant, going through the main lobby and up to the main stage where the dark purple curtains were drawn concealing the band members. "Surprised this place lasted as long as it did. Not going to last too much longer, just going to have to figure out what to do with them when I close the doors for good." The portly man waves one hand at the stage.<br/><br/>"I would say auction them off but who would want to buy them?  Even if you got them cleaned up and fully repaired they still wont be worth much. Might be better off just scrapping them like those Toy models from the previous location." the electrician tucked the clipboard he had been writing on under one arm and glanced around the dingy restaurant with a grimace. The once colorful carpet had been matted by the feet of a thousand brats and reeked of old greasy food. Cheap folding tables covered in plastic tablecloths with chairs neatly tucked under them sat in neat rows dominated the large lobby. The area where the arcade used to before it had been torn out due to the teenagers damaging the machines had been converted into a prize corner full of cheap plastic prizes, most of which were shaped vaguely like the restaurants mascots.<br/><br/>"You might be right about that. Even if I auctioned them and anything of value off. I'll still have to pay for an auctioneer and rent a massive tent for the parking lot to put everything under and pay to advertise the auction." The CEO sighed heavily and ran one hand through his short greying hair as he calculated all the costs in his head. "Going to be a lot cheaper to rent a large truck and have them all hauled off to the scrapyard to be recycled."<br/><br/>"Its almost a shame given how much the kids like them." A deep thump from above caught his attention. Looking up he scrutinized the shadow shrouded ceiling, cobwebs covering the maze of large ducts, pipes and fluorescent lights.<span style="font-style: italic">Probably just some cat or raccoon that's gotten into the maintenance crawlspace.</span><br/><br/>"The brats will get over it. They have that damn Critter Country that opened downtown. At this rate I'm going to be forced to close before the end of the month. With the way this place is hemorrhaging money I will have to close doors in a few weeks." The thought of selling the animtronics to the larger company but he knew they wouldn't want older filthy outdated animtronics so the only thing left was the scrapyard. At least they would give him a few hundred for the old band.<br/><br/>"Starting this week I'll have a work crew rip out both coves and get rid of those mangy foxes. The damn kids won't stop pulling the one apart and its costing too much to maintain it and the one is in such bad shape its not even worth the attempt to fix it."<br/><br/>Another soft thump from above but this time the electrician ignored it. It wasn't as if the robotic animals were alive and could move around on thier own.<br/><br/><br/>All he could do was wait, clawed fingers slowly tightening on the old red flying V guitar. He couldn't see the huamns with the moldering purple curtain blocking his view but he could hear them talk about him and the others. The second one of the humans mentioned auctioning them off, panic swelled in his furry chest and his grip on the guitar tightened. If that happned then he wouldn't be able to protect his freinds or stop the huamns from ripping the smaller blue rabbit away from him again. If it hadn't been for his quick thinking and use of the large shipping crates........Bonnie pushed memories down. He needed to come up with a plan to get his freinds out of the restaurant and some where safe before they were sold off or worse.<br/><br/>He waited until he heard the two humans walking away, one long ear following the sounds of fading voices and footfalls before glancing at his two fellow band mates. They were still asleep. Putting the guitar down he made his way to the edge of the stage. The rabbit poked his head past the curtain, large red eyes glancing around the room making sure the humans had left before getting off the stage and heading towards Pirate's Cove. Of all the places that the toy animtronic could hide, the large ship prop in the defunct cove was a favorite. The humans never checked there so they'd never find the smaller blue rabbit.