(Whenever Jon’s animatronics are present, they’ll have a J. in front of their name) 

“Eat fire matey!” J. Foxy yells, pulling out a flamethrower and firing at the cars chasing them.

“Foxy! Watch where you’re pointing that! You could’ve burnt Reddy!”. J. Chica screams.

“Hello!” Reddy says from beside J. Foxy.

J. Foxy doesn’t even notice Reddy, as he is having way too much fun with his flamethrower. The cop cars are trying their best to avoid the massive flame coming their way, but it’s kinda hard to even see where they’re going.

“You know, I forgot we picked these guys up.” Monty says, trailing off as he looks back at the chaos.

“No, Monty, you picked them up.” Bryan says, turning to look at Monty, “You literally picked them up, and threw them in the back.”.

“Still counts.”

“It only counts if all of us picked them up.”

“You still drove with them here though, so-”

“Because we have somewhere we need to go!”

“You still drove!”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted them to come!”

“Would you have left them covered in paint?”

“...”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, you have a point there.”

“Of Course I do.”

Bryan and Monty continue their conversation, as G. Chica has a mental breakdown, and G. Freddy watches the world go by. J. Foxy and J. Chica are shooting fire at the cop cars behind them, which have fallen behind quite a bit, while Reddy and J. Freddy play Uno with paint cans.

“...that bank’s coming up pretty fast.”.