"Uh, that is my birthday." Ben said. They walked into the room and the lights turned on then a video played on the screen.
"Is this amazing? It's been a long time since he cheered and eaten." Mommy said. Bunzo starts hitting his cymbals.
"Oh! That's the dinner bell! Good luck!" Mommy said.
"This can't be good." Ben said. The game started and Ben starts matching the notes.
"This is just Simon Says." Ben said. They made it to round three and the buttons are appearing behind him so Daisy started with him. They started swaying to the rhythm. They both started dancing as Ben starts singing.
(Chorus Intro)
We're going to make it out alive together
Just you and me
We are too young to die anyway
It's hero time
So hold on a little bit longer
Until we see the light
We're going to shut it down
Because it's The Toy Mayhem
(Verse)
I've been surviving for so long
I'm not giving up yet
These toys are ganging up on me
I'm just trying to escape
Have I see you before?
It's just you look very familiar to me
(Bridge)
Man down, blood cuts
I'm trying to get back up on my feet
(Chorus)
We're going to make it out alive together
Just you and me
We are too young to die anyway
It's hero time
So hold on a little bit longer
Until we see the light
We're going to shut it down
Because it's The Toy Mayhem
(Outro)
Yeah, yeah
We're going to make it out alive
Yeah, yeah
We are too young to die
Yeah, yeah
So hold on a little bit longer
Until we see the light
We're going to shut it down
Because it's The Toy Mayhem
"Bravo! Bravo! That was an amazing performance! For that I'll give you the first part of the code." Mommy said. She gives Ben the code.
As soon they started going back, the bridge broke and they have to take the vents to go back.
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Ben Tennyson in Poppy Playtime
Mystery / ThrillerThe employees of Playtime Co. disappeared a few years ago. And the Plumbers received a note about that mystery. So Maximus Tennyson send his grandson Benjamin to investigate the factory and find clues about the mystery. But has to face life or death...
