>It begins with a simple action.
>A kid backs up into another kid.
>A quarter drops from her hand, rolling underneath the dusty old arcade machine.
>She starts to cry. Her mother notices. So does the other child's mother.
>An argument breaks out, words are exchanged. Angry words. Then fists.
>A punch goes off-course and smacks another, uninvolved parent. The fight is now three-ways.
>More punches miss and the crowd grows. Freddy looks on worried.
>Soda and Pizza fly across the room, a full on foodfight now raging amidst the melee.
>A lone slice slaps into Chica's face. She simply opens her beak and lets it slide into her mouth, unnoticed by the fighting adults.
>Foxy peeks out, then immediately zooms back in, far too tired for this shit.
>Someone shouts for a security guard, but he doesn't arrive.
>A table is flipped, pizza boxes flying through the air.
>An old lady is pushed, children are crying.
>Workers look on nervously from the kitchen, too scared to break up the massive group of angry moms beating seven shades of shit out of each other.
>Suddenly it all ends, police rush in and take away the bruised and still-very-angry parents, hissing and spitting from the back of the police cars.
>The workers decide to close up early.
>The three animatronics look over the mess of stomped-on pizza, spilled soda, quarters and smashed tables.
>Freddy sighs.
>"Let's kill the security guard."