#Unscramble rejoin series

These technological puppets were the entertainment delights of the children, but parents and young adults felt uneasy as these metallic marionettes performed their infernal dance.Īs the Freelance Police entered, Sam inhaled nostalgically, “Ah, Meesta Pizza Junior - A treasure trove of delicacies, merriment, and health hazards from wall-to-wall.” There was Winona Wildebeest on the xylophone, Percival Platypus with the banjo, Mavis Mandrill on the drums, and Vincent the Vulture on the theremin. Near the very front of the restaurant was a performance stage, and resting silently on stage were the dilapidated animatronic musicians of the wacky and colorful icons of the food franchise. There were rows of tables with plates of half-eaten pizzas, a giant ball pit filled with unwashed plastic balls, arcade games and claw machines, a prize counter filled with cheap trinkets and Meesta Pizza Junior tie-in products, and slowly deflating balloons and birthday banners untouched by the lazy janitorial crew.

Inside the deserted pizzeria, a twisted childhood wonderland stood still, settling after a day of celebration. “‘Scourging?’ Is that a real word?” Max pondered, as they apprehensively tiptoed into the abandoned restaraunt, confident and ready for whatever awaited them. “Well, it’s time we purged these hallowed halls of whatever scourging forces lie dormant within.” “Your optimistic delusions are adorable, little buddy.” Sam finally found the right key, and unlocked the swinging doors. “Maybe they just left and went off to live on a farm where they can frolic freely with all the other rent-a-cops and watchmen?” Max said naively. Night shift security guards have been disappearing within the last three weeks without a trace.” “The Commissioner ordered us to investigate some ghastly goings-on occurring after hours. “Don’t you remember, Cement Head?” Sam searched through a ring of keys as he explained.

“So remind me, why the hell are we here again?” “You can’t buy memories like that, Sam,” Max sniffled. “Pa used to strap me to my chair and force their Junior Icelandic Thanksgiving special down my gullet before I was allowed to romp around in the pink eye-infested ball pit.” “I remember coming here as a pup,” Sam reminisced. “With only half the blasphemous delectable concoctions of the original,” Max quipped as he exited the car next. “A cheap, child-friendly spin-off restaurant of a surprisingly still thriving food chain.” “Well, here we are at Meesta Pizza Junior,” Sam sighed. It was ten minutes until midnight as the DeSoto pulled up front and Sam stepped out to the scene of their newest case - Meesta Pizza Junior: A land of fun, food, and food poisoning. Tonight, all three of those requirements would be exercised by a certain dog and rabbity-thing duo - Sam and Max. Third, and most important, you have to be too damned ignorant to be afraid of what life throws at you. Second, you need to know at least 12 creative uses for the pancreas, wisdom teeth, and appendix. When you’re a Freelance Police officer, you need to be three things: First, you need to be willing to take brain damage from blunt force if it comes to that. Title Card for the fanfic 'A Million Miles From Hades'

#Unscramble rejoin series

Based on the gluten free take-out specialĮdited by: Bryce 'The WrestleManiac' Kanyonīased loosely on the Five Nights at Freddy’s game series by Scott Cawthon